Six Degrees of Slutification (Closed)

[Vagrant]

~ This thread is closed for myself and the ever lovely PrincessSexci ~

By all outward appearances, Dima Ivanov was living the american dream. He had immigrated from Belarus in his early twenties and had quickly established himself as a local small business owner. As time went by, he had either bought or opened more businesses across Dade County. He owned Night Clubs downtown, diners, laundromats, and a bunch others. Mostly dealing in cash.

His rise to prominence so soon after landing in Miami raised a lot of eyebrows and drew suspicion from community leaders and the police, but nothing was ever found to prove the suspicion.

As time went on and he diversified his interests more and more, most of the businesses he owned rarely if ever saw him. So even if anyone approached his employees to try to dig up dirt, there was nothing to find.

That was his outward appearance.

In the shadows, all of their worst fears and more were true. His businesses laundered the money that he gained from running drugs and girls all across the county.

Dima's family back home was involved in organized crime, so all of this just came naturally to him. It also gave him the foreign connections needed to make the best of the tourist trap that was Miami.

Life was good.

 

[princesssexci]

“Order up!” The hamburger chef called and Lane grabbed the platter of a double cheeseburger, French fries, and a shake. She combed her fingers through her dark hair. It was going to be another late night but that was life wasn’t it. One day you were a highschool senior with the perfect life then get pregnant after prom and work double shifts until you turn 36 while you watch kids come in and out of the diner as employees making it in life.

That could’ve been Lane’s life, it was supposed to be Lane’s life but she’d made some dumb decisions when she was younger. Her daughter Grace was anything but her name which was irony for you.

Speaking of Grace came in, unlike Lane who weighed 125 lbs with curves in all the right places, 32d sized breasts and an ass that could make a man commit murder, her daughter of course was the opposite.

It wasn’t that Grace was ugly, like her mom she was brunette with curves in all the right places but she did not weigh 125 lbs. she was bit more “curvy” then her mom.....a lot more curvy than her mom. Raised in the ways of feminist like her mom, Grace never found it reasonable to stay slender for the man.

“Mom can I have a burger?” She asked

“How about a salad instead?” Lane knew Graces expression before she even gave it. “Sweetie you know I think you’re beautiful but eating this junk food isn’t sticking it to the man...”

 

[Vagrant]

Dima had only met Lane once or twice prior to walking in the diner that evening, and he didn't pay her any mind. Sure, she was reasonably attractive, but she had a really shitty attitude as he recalled. Sure, she had tried to hide it, seeing as she was talking to her boss' boss. But it still peeked through. All that feminist bullshit. Back home that would have never crossed her mind. Women knew their place.

But he was here now, and from what he was told she was a decent waitress. Most of the others were high schoolers who came and went with the seasons, so it was good to have someone who knew the way the place worked to train them.

Seeing as he didn't really know Lane, he didn't recognize Grace either. As he walked in the door and towards the back to talk to the manager, he thought he heard the younger woman call Lane mom, but he really wasn't paying attention. He had business to attend to.

The manager took Dima into his office so they could talk in private.

"I'm going to need to use the storage space in the back tonight. After close. I've got something going on that I need a bit of privacy for. I'll make sure the place is cleaned before open tomorrow so that nobody suspects anything. Like always."

Dima spoke with a slight Russian accent. He grew up before the fall of the USSR, so even though his home was now in Belarus, that wasn't always the case.

The Manager told him that Lane was scheduled to close that night rather than himself, and asked Dima if he wanted to change those plans. "No, it's alright. Someone might get suspicious that I show up and suddenly you're offering to close. I'll make sure we wait until after she leaves. She won't suspect a thing."

The two men shook hands, and Dima left just as quietly as he arrived.

 

[princesssexci]

Lane wiped down the tables as the manager came out after talking with some blonde guy. He was cute, burr hardly noticeable. Grace had managed to convince her mom that a burger would be good for dinner though and eventually made her way back to their tiny apartment. It was amazing how her 18 year old daughter still acted like she was 8 years old as opposed to 18 sometimes.

Closing had come quickly though so after wiping down the tables and making sure everything was put in its proper place she grabbed her purse and headed out to her car locking up. She got into her small Toyota Camry and fished for her phone frowning. She searched through her purse, nothing. Dumped her purse still nothing.

“Shit.”

Lane thought about it for a few minutes after about 15 minutes of retracing her steps mentally she realized she probably left it in the kitchen when she was putting her condiments away. She grabbed her keys and headed back to the diner. Frowning she heard something near the managers office. She could’ve sworn he’d left for the night though, quietly she tiptoed to see what was happening...

 

[Vagrant]

After Lane had left, the door in the back opened with a key and the lights came on in the storage room. Dima and his associates dragged another man in and set him on a chair in the middle of the room after laying down plastic sheeting on the floor.

As the other men started to cover the shelves the shelves in the same plastic sheeting, Dima stood before the man sitting in the chair.

"So, you think you can skim money from me? I give you job, I pay you well, and you think you can sell my product for more and pocket the difference? That it wouldn't get back to me?" He wasn't giving the now increasingly terrified man a chance to answer. In truth it didn't matter what he said, Dima already knew everything. The questions were rhetorical and his fate was already determined.

"It seems my last example to those who work for me has not been effective." Dima turned his back on the seated man and reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. He turned back as he was sliding them on his right hand. "That's ok. I enjoy this part. But you won't."

Dima began to savagely beat the seated man, who while he could still speak was begging for mercy though that didn't last long. "Nobody! Steals! From! Dima! Ivanov!" He screamed, landing a blow with each word. Dima had been a boxer in his youth, and had kept up the physical training to the best of his ability as he got older and it wasn't long before his victim lost consciousness.

It was then that Lane felt something as an arm reached around to grab her, listening at the door to the inside of the diner. "Well well well, what have we here?" A gruff voice spoke behind her. The man that held her now opened the door and dragged her in. "Boss! We got ourselves an eavesdropper!"

Dima looked over after throwing yet another punch to the man's torso. "Hmph. I'll deal with her when I'm finished here. You!" He pointed to someone else. "Make sure there's nobody else here that could be listening or watching."

Once Dima was finished with the man, he was long dead. "Good, now he doesn't steal from me anymore." He chuckled. "And if anyone else gets the idea that Dima Ivanov won't notice them doing the same, remind them that he once thought so as well. Now, as for you..." He turned to where Lane was being held.

He walked over to where she was and began to pace back and forth in front of her.

"I take great care to keep my businesses separate. Great care in making sure that those who work for me, like you do, know nothing of this side of what I do. Do you know why? So that if police come and ask questions, you can say without lying that you have no idea what they're talking about. But you can no longer say without lying. Because now you know. Now you've seen, heard." He shook his head. "That leaves me with 2 choices... You end up like him, dead vanished, your car sold for parts, stripped in hours and never found. Your... daughter, I believe... never knowing what happened to her mother. You can choose that path. You can choose that, or you can choose the other option. That is you come work for me in... another capacity. You no longer work for diner regardless. That time is done. No option to forget what you've seen, not speak of it."

He stood in front of her now and facing her head on. "Now, which do you choose? With him, or with me? It makes no difference to me, one body or two, just as easy to hide."

 

[princesssexci]

Before she’d heard the commotion Lane had managed to grab her phone. Of course she had to be curious and make sure no one was stealing from the diner. She listened quiet and gripped her phone ready to dial 9-1-1 if she needed. Her whole body shook with fear as the sound of a Russian man echoed.

"Nobody! Steals! From! Dima! Ivanov!"

Her eyes widened as the guy sitting down was getting the shit beat out of him. She made a squealing sound due to the gory scene before her and her phone dropped. Someone must’ve heard that though because suddenly she was grabbed by the shoulder.

"Boss! We got ourselves an eavesdropper!"

His icy blue eyes hit her hard and she swallowed nervously. She felt dizzy from stress and nauseated from staring at the bloodied mess before her and couldn’t even focus on what was actually going on. All she knew was that a Russian man was killing another man because that other man stole money from him and she was a witness, now.

"I take great care to keep my businesses separate. Great care in making sure that those who work for me, like you do, know nothing of this side of what I do. Do you know why? So that if police come and ask questions, you can say without lying that you have no idea what they're talking about. But you can no longer say without lying. Because now you know. Now you've seen, heard."

“I-I-I won’t tell anyone I swear. I’ll pretend like this never happened. Murder what murder? Someone was murdered?” She said nervously but he didn’t seem to care what she was saying. Instead, continued talking.

"That leaves me with 2 choices... You end up like him, dead vanished, your car sold for parts, stripped in hours and never found. Your... daughter, I believe... never knowing what happened to her mother. You can choose that path. You can choose that, or you can choose the other option. That is you come work for me in... another capacity. You no longer work for diner regardless. That time is done. No option to forget what you've seen, not speak of it."

Her eyes widened again because she didn’t want to die. All she’d wanted to do was get her phone so she could let Grace know she was on her way home. It wasn’t like she walked in hoping to find apparently the owner beating the shit out of some guy.

“I-I’ll work for you in anyway you see fit, I guess?” It wasn’t like she was going to voluntarily choose to get killed. Who would do that? However would that mean she worked at nights? What would he have her do? God why hadn’t she just gone home and left her phone there til morning.

 

[Vagrant]

“I-I’ll work for you in anyway you see fit, I guess?”

"You don't seem too sure of your decision... maybe you need reminder of other choice?" He stepped to the side so she had full view of the bloodied mess that his men were cleaning up. "No, there's no reason to do that to you. You seeing was a mistake, yes? No reason to make it hurt. But that is the other choice."

When he was sure that she completely understood the choice she had made, he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Come," he said, motioning the man holding her to let go, and he put his arm around her, resting his hand on her ass. "We talk of your new career. Of what I expect, and what I will not tolerate." He led her out of the back, after making sure that the man hold her had taken her purse, so that he could follow in her car.

Dima escorted her out of the diner and into his car, sitting with her in the back. "Now, Lane... you are Lane, yes? I thought so. I make it a point to learn the names of all who work for me. I don't want to have to do what you just saw without knowing their name, it just seems... impersonal. Rude."

He poured them both drinks, vodka, and handed one of them to her. "Now, as I was saying.. you have two choices. You may think you see a third choice... tell me what I want to hear now, and then tomorrow go to police." He shook his head. "That would be a bad choice... Police will find no evidence of what you say. No evidence of anything. But Manager... Manager will get suspicious about the report of murder in his diner. Will go over the books and find that someone has been stealing from the till. Police will search your home, and they will find evidence. Evidence of whatever I decide. Nothing will connect to me, and you will go away. Away to prison, and I don't think you do well there, do you?"

"So no... there is no third choice. And first choice is not good either, yes? So that leaves only option two, like you say, you will work for me in any way I see fit."

He refilled her drink.

"But you don't work for me just because you have no other choice. You work for me because I pay you well, better than before. Much better. My whores can earn over two thousand dollars a night. And yes, you will whore for me.
I think you will like."

 

[princesssexci]

"You don't seem too sure of your decision... maybe you need reminder of other choice?"

Before she could respond she felt nauseated and had to cover her mouth before following Dima to the car. It wasn’t like she could call for help because one of his men had taken her purse. “I wasn’t unsure I mean I’m scared why wouldn’t I be? But I’m sure of the choice I made.” She rambled.

"Now, Lane... you are Lane, yes? I thought so. I make it a point to learn the names of all who work for me. I don't want to have to do what you just saw without knowing their name, it just seems... impersonal. Rude."

Oh god was he really planning to kill her after all. She wrapped her arms around her stomach trying to calm herself and keep from crying. Would he shoot her then cut her body up and then throw it in a river somewhere?

“Y-Yes I’m Lane. I prefer Laney though.” She gave a small nervous laugh and kept her hands folded in her lap until he handed her her drink. Vodka. She took a small sip. If she was going to die it might as well be drunk as he went into there being no third choice. She hadn’t even thought of a third option though.

How could she?

It wasn’t like he didn’t know where she worked.

“Of course no third option. “ she took another shot as he kept refilling it with more vodka. She wasn’t an easy drunk, it usually took a lot to get her drunk except for with vodka. She already felt head swaying a bit as he spoke. She wasn’t drunk yet but after three shots of vodka already, she was tipsy.

But you don't work for me just because you have no other choice. You work for me because I pay you well, better than before. Much better. My whores can earn over two thousand dollars a night. And yes, you will whore for me. I think you will like."

What was she supposed to say now? Yes? He basically told her she was going to be his whore now. What did she tell her daughter? She couldn’t tell Grace anything, especially since he knew her daughters name. “Okay.” Was the best she could get out of her slightly vodka fogged brain.

After all, there was no third option it was death or whoring herself out. “When do I start?”

 

[Vagrant]

He grinned at her as she agreed so readily. Even with the threat of death most women would have fought more. He was certain that he was right, and that Lane was really a closet Slut that would love to be his whore. But there was still a lot to do before then. His whores, exceptional whores, didn't look like waitresses in a diner. She looked like a waitress in a diner. Not that he was blaming her, up until 20 minutes before that's exactly what she was.

But that life was at an end.

"You start tonight." He took out his wallet and started counting out cash. "Your first client will be me. I need to see your skills before I send you out to possibly embarrass me, after all."

He counted out $500 and handed it to her. "Since you are new girl, you charge 500 for whole night. As you get more experience that price will go up. Me, I always pay 500 for my whores."

Sure, he could just demand they fuck him, but they made him a lot of money, so he could make do with only a discount.

Then he counted out another $500 and handed it to her. "This is a loan. You need new clothes and shoes. You need to look like slut, like whore, if clients are to believe you are whore."

The car puled up in front of his home. It was in a gated community with large grounds. None of the other houses could see them where they were. "Come, we're here. When we get inside, I want you to make me believe you are whore. Make me believe you want me. That taking my money makes you hot for me."

He helped her get out of the car, unsteady as she was from the vodka, and walked with her to the door, opening it and leading her inside.

 

[princesssexci]

"You start tonight."

She watched as he counted out the money. It was five hundred dollars which wasn’t something she’d exactly complain about. That was what she made at the diner on a good night which wasn’t very often because often times the people that ate at the diner were cheap assholes.

"Since you are new girl, you charge 500 for whole night. As you get more experience that price will go up. Me, I always pay 500 for my whores."

It should’ve been obvious before he announced that he would be her first client before he even told her but part of her wondered if she agreed to this a little too easily. What if he didn’t like how she did something and killed her right off the bat.

Still she took the money despite all of her reservations that she was doing her best not to show. He’d already shown he didn’t like her questioning whether this was something she should do.

"This is a loan. You need new clothes and shoes. You need to look like slut, like whore, if clients are to believe you are whore."

She looked down at her clothes frowning with frustration. Of course since she was a mom she didn’t have many fuck me clothes anymore but still, he’d caught her when she got off work. She thought about voicing that opinion then but her lip the image of that dead guy still fresh in her head.

Soon the car with the tinted windows pulled up into the gated community though it didn’t look like there were many if any neighbors close by. Oh god, he could kill her here and no one would. Grace would be alone.

"Come, we're here. When we get inside, I want you to make me believe you are whore. Make me believe you want me. That taking my money makes you hot for me."

She stumbled out of the car slightly unsteady and felt him guide her to the door and then inside. When he settled himself after leading them to the living room is that what rich mafia guys called it? Or did they call it something else? Entertainment room? Whatever it was, he lead her there.

He said make him believe she wanted this, that she wanted to be a whore. She began to strip her diner uniform off. The ugly bright yellow dress fell to the ground revealing her black laced underwear and bra. She fell to her knees and began rubbing her face over the crotch of his pants.

If Grace saw her doing this she’d probably be appalled not just because Lane was her mom because between the two of them, Grace was the hardcore feminist. Lane had always just humored her.

But no, thinking about Grace while giving some guy she’d never met before head wasn’t the best thing to do probably. She unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock out. Lane began to stroke it up and down for a few minutes before guiding it into her mouth.

 

[Vagrant]

Dima watched her as she rubbed against his crotch with her face and took out his cock to blow him.

That wasn't what he had in mind for showing him that she wanted him, that he made her hot. But she was new, so he gave it a pass for now. Despite what she thought, he wasn't going to kill her simply for being a bad whore. Especially on her first night. After watching him beat a man to death. He entirely understood why she was afraid of him, and afraid of what he might do. He wasn't a sociopath, though that was intentional on his part since now she knew what betraying him would cost her. But betrayal was a far cry from inexperience.

He felt himself get hard in her mouth. It wasn't the worst blowjob he had ever gotten, and it was almost impossible to truly give a bad blowjob unless the person doing it was trying to, in his opinion.

When he was ready, he pulled her off his cock and looked at her. "Take off your clothes and lay on the couch. I'm going to fuck you now." He grinned at her, warmer now that their interaction had shifted from threatening to her new career.

 

[princesssexci]

He didn’t seem super enthused by her blow job and she’d always felt like she’d been pretty good at giving blow jobs. At least that was what her last husband told her, though there was a reason she was divorced wasn’t there? Eventually though he did get hard in her mouth making her moan around him.

It made her feel slightly better about the job she was doing.

"Take off your clothes and lay on the couch. I'm going to fuck you now."

His voice wasn’t as harsh as it was earlier and she assumed it was because she was being cooperative. Standing, she only had her bra and panties on it didn’t take long for her to slide her lacey panties and unclamped her bra. They both fell to the ground and then she laid on the couch.

She had to admit to herself that his Russian accent was pretty sexy.

 

[Vagrant]

He stood and started to remove his clothes, stroking his cock once he was naked to keep himself hard.

Dima stood over Lane, looking down upon her naked body. She needed work in how she acted to seduce her clients, that much was certain, but seeing her naked showed just how attractive she was beneath that hideous yellow dress that was her uniform in the diner. She would make him, and herself, a lot of money. He was certain of that.

"Now comes best part." He got on top of her and looked into her face. "Some customers will like to be on top, some want you on top. Your job is to figure out which is which. Tonight is simple, I like to be in control, so I am on top."

He reached between her legs with his hand to rub her pussy, checking to see if she is ready for him. He figured it could go either way, with the vodka and the blowjob before she might be in the mood, but being forced into prostitution might make it difficult for her to let go, especially this first time.

 

[princesssexci]

"Now comes best part."

Lane felt the weight of Dima on top of her, her breathing slightly ragged. Giving head had always been slightly a turn on for her. It at the very least got her body all tingly. Though she wasn’t quite sure why he had to explain why he was getting on top and how some people liked different positions.

Some customers will like to be on top, some want you on top. Your job is to figure out which is which. Tonight is simple, I like to be in control, so I am on top."

It wasn’t like Lane had never had sex before. She lifted her brows at him, unable to stop herself from mouthing off,”Isn’t that how sex in general goes?”

Though her snideness was caught off guard when he rubbed her pussy a little bit either to get her in the mood or to see if she was already in the mood, either way she was slightly wet from earlier and got even wetter as he rubbed her.

“Fuuuck....” she moaned.

 

[Vagrant]

Dima wasn't explaining how to have sex, but rather than how she would be having sex was going to be entirely at the discretion of her partners, since they would be paying for it. It wouldn't matter if she felt like being on top if her partner didn't want her to.

Even if her client wanted her to be the dominant one, she would only be so at their choosing, and so they were still in control, ultimately.

"Yes, that is how sex goes. But you will not be having sex. You will be whoring. What your customer wants, your customer gets. What you want is what your customer wants, regardless of whether or not it is true."

When he found her wet, and heard her moan in desire, he smiled and knew she was ready.

Taking hold of his hard cock and slowly pushed it inside of her. Some pimps would just force themselves onto a new whore, but Dima was different. If he was too rough with a girl that wasn't used to it yet, he could potentially delay when she could start working, and earning him money.

No, he'd start slow. It wouldn't change the fact that he would send her home very well fucked, and he didn't need to do anything more to establish dominance. She knew who she belonged to, and if she forgot, he would teach her that lesson.

 

[princesssexci]

"Yes, that is how sex goes. But you will not be having sex. You will be whoring. What your customer wants, your customer gets. What you want is what your customer wants, regardless of whether or not it is true."

Her lips fell open as he slowly pushed his way into her. It was slow and steady as if he was trying to get her body used to how big he was. Her pussy clenched around him gently as her body undulated underneath him.

Did he want her to beg?

Not only that part of her wondered what she’d tell Grace when coming home so late?

She didn’t know but he said it was her job to figure out what her customer wanted. Her arms ran down his chest as they fucked.

 

[Vagrant]

Dima could tell that she was thinking a mile a minute. She wasn't focused on the sex, but more on how she should respond to the sex. That was fine with him, it was her first time. He knew that soon enough, no matter how much she thought she hated it, or that it was disgusting, he knew that she would end up loving it. The money, the pleasure, all of it. He could just tell when he saw her that night.

While he started off slow and gentle, he definitely didn't stay that way. And one fuck wasn't going to cut it either. He wanted her to look back on this night as unforgettable. Not just because of the massive change to her life, but the mind blowing sex.

So, he fucked her hard, and long. Cumming in her pussy, on her tits, and finally on her face.

Considering the diner closed at 10 pm, and with his other business, they were back at his place at 11:30, it was around 2 am when he was finally spent, looking down at her cum covered features looking back up at him.

"Go clean up, bathroom is through that door there." He pointed. "You earned your cash tonight, and I look forward to you earning more. You'll find your car outside."

Once she was cleaned up and putting her clothes back on, he continued giving her instruction. "My Whores look sexy all the time. Even when not working, you make yourself look sexy. You also need practice at seduction and flirting, so I want you to practice during the day. No interaction with a man should happen without you flirting. Single, married, it doesn't matter. If you don't, I'll know. Don't question how. You belong to me now, and I know everything about my whores."

"Go into diner tomorrow and quit. This is your idea and yours alone. Not mine. Understand?"

Before she left, one of his men came into the room and handed him a box. He looked at it and nodded before the man left.

"Here, take this." He handed the box to Lane. It was a new phone. "Keep your old phone, but when this phone rings, it means you have job. You answer and do as instructed. Clear?"

 

[princesssexci]

The night continued on with lots of fucking. In every position possible where Dima was on top. By the end of the night which was somewhere around 2 in the morning. He shooed her off to get cleaned up. Lane stumbled into the bathroom, her whole body sore and weak.

Her arms hurt from Times he pulled her arms back as he fucked. God she hadn’t been fucked like that since college. As she took a shower, her thoughts strayed to the whole night in general, the day before she’d been a mild mannered waitress who only wanted to get her phone from her job and now she was a ...

Hooker?

Whore?

Escort?

What would she tell Grace? She was obviously tired and she usually worked night shifts anyways but, her daughter would eventually want to get dinner from the diner...

These and many other thoughts filled her head. As she came out and put her clothes and ugly hideous yellow uniform back on Dima handed her a phone with directions to look sexy for her new clients as well as outside in the real world so to speak.

When she got home she tiptoed into her bedroom and slid under the covers drifting off to sleep not noticing her daughter had spotted her coming in.

 

[Vagrant]

Dima watched her drive away from his home from a window.

"Anatoly," Dima said as another man stepped to his side and slightly behind.

"Follow her, I want her watched until I say otherwise. Use who ever you need. Until I can be sure she can be trusted. Until I'm sure she's one of my girls."

Anatoly nodded and moved away. Soon, another car drove out of the garage and turned to follow the first.

Dima was confident that he was right about Lane. That she was scared enough to follow his instructions for now, and he was confident that once the fear subsided that the money and the pleasure would seduce her to her new career. But he didn't get to where he was by assuming everything would go about how he expected. No, he always had a back up.

For Lane, not only was she vulnerable directly, but she was also vulnerable through her daughter. Though he would avoid playing that card as long as he could.

As Lane pulled into her building, Anatoly was parking across the street. There he settled in to wait. In a few hours he would call for someone to relieve him, but for now he was fine.

 

[princesssexci]

Lane stumbled up the stairs of her small apartment that she shared with her 18 year old daughter. She wasn’t sure if she was stumbling because she was weak from all the sex or still a bit tipsy from the whiskey? Or was it vodka? God she couldn’t remember not that it would’ve mattered if she could.

As quietly as she could she unlocked the door and “quietly” closed the door with a loud slam.

“Oops...” she said with a tiny giggle. It had been some crazy night.

“Mom?” Grace said groggily. Since their apartment was so small, she could only afford a one bedroom so when Grace got older she had to sleep on the couch.

“Shhhh you’ll wake up Gracie.”

Okay Lane WAS drunk.

“Why are you back so late? It’s 3:15 in the morning....”

“Your mom is a whore and slept with her boss.”

Grace just stared at her mom and shook her head,”Your drunk. Go to bed mom.”

 

[Vagrant]

Anatoly stayed and watched for a couple hours before he was relieved by one of his men.

In some ways, this watching over a whore was beneath him. He was Dima's right hand man, after all. But his loyalty was stronger than his pride. He also recognized the damage that this woman could do to his boss' operations. She had witnessed Dima personally beating a man to death. She had more leverage than Anatoly hoped she realized. He hoped that the fear Dima put in her would keep her in line.

The fact that she didn't immediately grab her daughter and run to the police made him worry less, but he didn't have eyes in her apartment. He didn't have her phone bugged. He had not been prepared for this turn of events and if things went sideways, he would blame himself. Sometimes Dima was too mercurial for his own good. It was Anatoly's job to protect him from that side of himself.

The next morning, the new phone she was given notified her that she had received a text. It read: Show me what you wear today. I will tell you if it passes my requirements.

 

[princesssexci]

Lane

Lane woke up with a horrible hang over. She tried to think of what happened the night before as images seemed to blur together. Bloodied bodies, Russian mafia—being threatened. It was something you only thought would happen in a high impact action movie.

She’d made a bargain with a Russian mafia leader to be his prostitute? It wasn’t exactly the most feminist thing to do but was being a feminist better than protecting her daughter?

Plus, just because you were a feminist didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy having sex and she wasn’t going to punish herself for the decision she made. With that, she pulled out a dress to send to —what had his name been? Right…Dima…Dimas?

She chose a Jean skirt and a spaghetti strap tank top. It was lower cut than usual but it wasn’t super over the top where it would look weird to Grace.

She took a quick snap shot of her wearing the outfit before making her way to the kitchen to get some coffee. Lane stuck the cellphone that Dimas gave her in her pocket and Grace tilted her head.

“Don’t you look fancy? Looking good for your boss?”

Lane just stared blankly at Grace.

“I’m joking because you said you were a whore for your boss when you got in at 3 in the morning.”

Lane rolled her eyes,”I was being sarcastic Gracie but I probably still get more action than you. How many pancakes are you making…3? Are you sure you don’t want to split?”

Gracie rolled her eyes,”Well this has been fun. I’m gonna go eat in my room now. “ with that her daughter passed by her with her plate in hand.

And she almost felt bad that she was taking out her stressful situation on Grace.

 

[Vagrant]

As Grace went to her room, the phone in her pocket buzzed as a new message was received.

It will do for short notice. My girls must look very sexy and ready for sex. This new for you so I will cut you slack as they say.

Dima texted exactly as he talked, he didn't use abbreviations or text speak like dropping all vowels or any of that nonsense. It was also clear that while the outfit she had chosen was acceptable, he wasn't happy with it. However he wasn't divorced from reality enough to expect that she would have something that fit his criteria right away. Dima was demanding, but not irrational.

Her phone buzzed again as he sent her a new message reminding her of his instructions from the night before, or perhaps it was better to say early that morning, just in case the events that transpired were a bit too overwhelming.

Remember, quit your job at diner, I don't need you being recognized there or your absence for a morning shift questioned after you have late night at your real job. Tell anyone who asks this is your choice. Also practice flirting.
Flirt with all men you meet, single, married, no matter.

Out on the street, Anatoly was still watching the building, waiting to see both Lane and Grace leave so that he could finish what he had been ordered to do.

 

[princesssexci]

Lane felt the buzz in her pocket instantly as Grace left for her room. She pulled out the phone and quickly read over it. It sort of sucked because Lane really liked the job she had at the diner. It may not have been anyones dream job, let alone hers but it was a job. Of course she had made 500.00 yesterday so that was something.

It spoke volumes.

Yes sir was her response.

Just as she grabbed a blueberry muffin, Grace came out of the Bedroom with her plate.

“Do you need a ride?”

“And listen to you drag me down about my body image? I’m cool.” Grace said with a shrug before walking out of the door. Lane sighed and shook her head knowing she wasn't exactly being the best mom right now but she'd make it up to Grace later. Making her way to the diner, she took a deep breath and she prepped herself to quit her job.

 

[Vagrant]

"Hey Laney" one of the waitresses she worked with greeted her as Lane walked through the door. "I didn't see your name on the schedule today, are you covering for Beth?"

When she came to the manager's office, he looked at her confused. "Morning Lane, what can I do for you?"

Meanwhile, after seeing first Grace and then Lane leave the building, Anatoly grabbed his bag and made his way for the entrance to the apartment building. Deftly picking the lock to their door, he quickly set about to work placing cameras and mics in strategic hiding places that wouldn't be spotted but had a clear view of most of the place. There would be a few small blindspots, but that was the best that he could do for now.

Dima didn't usually require this much surveillance on his girls, but Lane came into his employ... at least into this role, in a rather unique way. He needed to know if she could be trusted before he gave her more autonomy.

After putting things back where he found them, to the best of his memory, Anatoly relocked the door and left the building, intent on getting some sleep after having been up all night watching for the new whore to do something stupid like go to the police.

He called someone else to pick up the tail at the diner.