Nikola struggled to get away from the man. She knew him vaguely as one of Alexei's underlings but could not recall his name. Usually Nikola had a good memory for names but currently her mind was very muddled. She was not aware of how much alcohol was still in her blood stream from Juan's binge the previous night. When the man finally broke the kiss she managed to say "Leave me alone. You will be sorry. I'm not one of your girls!"
"No bitch. You are! I and all the management have free access to all the girls who work here. One of the perks of our job. You clearly need to learn your role. You are the lowest of the low and you do as I say. I must say your English is good. Compliments to your teacher" The man spoke with a heavy Russian accent "Otkuda ty?"
Nikola recognised he was asking her a question in Russian but to her frustration could not understand him.
"I don't understand you"
"Not Russian then? Perhaps you will understand this!" He pushed Nikola onto a bed and pinned her on her stomach, her face buried in a pillow. Nikola once more found she was hopelessly weak and could not fight off the man. She tried to kick him with the spike heeled shoes that Ana had given her to wear. She had been surprised that they felt reasonably comfortable and had been practicing walking in them when the man had approached her. To her dismay the man just laughed. "Ty ognennaya suka"
Nikola's screams were muffled by the pillow. She felt the man caressing her leather clad backside before he began to unbutton the skirt.
However the man stopped when there was a loud knock on the door "Vlad? Are you in there? What are you doing?"
"Yes boss. Just showing one of the new girls the ropes"
Nikola tried to call for Alexei's attention but the man Vlad was exerting pressure on her head, pushing her face into the pillow. She realised the man had assumed she was from a shipment of illegal aliens. Part of the business Nikola ran was importing girls from Eastern Europe. They were lured by the prospect of of well paid job in a western country but would learn the hopless reality of their situation when they arrived. Their passports were confiscated and they were forced to work off their dept to the organisation by working as dancers in the clubs. No doubt that was Ana's history
"I didn't know they had arrived. Are they all Russian? Do they show promise?" Alexei asked through the door
'This one is a very pretty blonde but not Russian. Polish maybe"
"Well her training will have to wait. We have an emergency situation. The bosses from Miami are coming. Evidently something was stolen from Nikola and they think its here in Jacksonville. Put your dick away, send the girl back to the safe house and meet me out the front in 5 minutes"
"Bad luck girl. It looks like you will have to wait until you get a taste of Vlad's impaler!" the man chuckled at his own joke. He released his grip on Nikola. She immediately began to scream only to find herself slapped across the face, the slap was gentle enough but it stung "None of that! I don't want you needlessly bruised. But I will if I have to!" The threat was enough to silence Nikola. From her current perspective the man had huge muscles
She sat there pondering what to do. She needed to alert Alexei that there was a case of mistaken identity "You're in deep trouble I'm N.." Her sentence was cut off by a more viscious slap
"I warned you! Come on. Back to the house" Nikola's face still smarted as the man dragged her violently by the arm, through a back door across an alley, to the entrance of another building. She tried to call out once more as Vlad was fumbling for a set of keys to open an iron grill in front of a secure looking door. This time the hit was hard enough that she fell to the ground. She was literally dragged into the house and put in a prison cell. A room with iron bars on the door and the very high windows. "This is where the unco-operative girls get to stay. A couple of nights in here will allow you to think about your situation" The door was locked behind her.