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man.
“Thank you,” she said as she moved
toward the door.
He grabbed Natasha by the arm and
held up a one hundred dollar bill.
“I want more,” he said seductively.
“Another dance?”
“No. This bill is for some head and
pussy.”
Natasha shook her head. “I just
dance. One of the other girls can hook you up.”
It was his turn to shake his head. “I
want you. I wanna watch that fat ass bounce while I’m hitting it from behind.”
Natasha tried her best to hide her disgust with his vulgarity.
“But I don’t do that. I just dance,”
Natasha reinforced.
Again, she started toward the door,
but she was snatched back. The dark man turned her to face him, painfully
gripping her shoulders. He had a feral look in his eyes as he all but growled
at her.
“Bitch! You wanna act all stuck up.
Like you ain’t like the rest of these hoes in
Here,” he snarled.
Natasha struggled to free herself
from his grasped. “I’m a dancer, not a prostitute!”
“Bitch, you cudda got paid, but now I
ain’t giving yo ass shit! I’m just gonna take this pussy.”
Natasha looked up at him with a
serious expression and spoke in a quiet voice that was meant to warn. “Dark
man... You got it all wrong. Believe me when I tell you that you won’t take
shit from me.”
He laughed and flung her on the bed,
jumping on top of her. They struggled a bit before he pinned her to the
mattress.
“Damn it!! You almost threw me into
the smoke detector!” Natasha prayed that her team had heard her distress
signal.
He briefly looked around for a smoke
detector before returning his attention to Natasha. He released one of her
hands so that he could pull at the band between her legs. With her free hand,
Natasha punched him in the throat. He sat up and clutched his throat,
desperately gulping for air. Natasha used the opportunity to kick him off of
her. He flew off the bed, still holding his throat.
She quickly leaped from the bed and
began to stump the dark man’s face. Six inch stilettos were a very efficient
weapon. Natasha heard glass breaking downstairs, but that didn’t stop her from
stomping the shit out of her would be rapist, who was now screaming like a
little bitch. She reached into his pocket and snatched the hundred dollar bill.
“See you cudda got one of the other
girls to suck yo’ dick, but nooo you wanna rape a mothafucka,” she said
through gritted teeth.
Natasha noticed that the music
downstairs had completely stopped. Her team must have breached the house.
Before Natasha could land another blow, she was yanked away and tossed on the
bed. Her arms were being forced behind her back. She was being handcuffed. She
eased her face to the side to discover that it was Steve that was cuffing her.
So once she was cuffed, she pretended
to struggle. “What the fuck you cuffing me for?! I ain’t do shit! That
motherfucka tried to rape me!”
Steve yanked Natasha toward the door.
“Yeah, yeah I know... You’re not a prostitute. You’re an innocent victim.” The
comment was laced with feigned sarcasm. “You’re under arrest for prostitution.”
Steve said while dragging her from the room.
He dragged her down the stairs and
through the house. Natasha noticed that there were uniformed officers present
to secure the scene. She saw a guy that she recognized from the academy. When
he spotted Natasha, his eyes widened with desire. Then he quickly looked away.
Men were cuffed and on their knees
while half–naked women were cuffed and placed against a wall. Steve led Natasha
across the room and placed her against the wall with the others. He walked away
and helped the other officers secure the scene. They searched everyone before
leading them out of the house.
Natasha’s would-be rapist was led
through the house by Deon. He was cuffed behind his back and his entire face
was covered in blood. He could barely walk on his own. Deon tossed him, face
first, on the floor and he landed in a loud
“Thank you,” she said as she moved
toward the door.
He grabbed Natasha by the arm and
held up a one hundred dollar bill.
“I want more,” he said seductively.
“Another dance?”
“No. This bill is for some head and
pussy.”
Natasha shook her head. “I just
dance. One of the other girls can hook you up.”
It was his turn to shake his head. “I
want you. I wanna watch that fat ass bounce while I’m hitting it from behind.”
Natasha tried her best to hide her disgust with his vulgarity.
“But I don’t do that. I just dance,”
Natasha reinforced.
Again, she started toward the door,
but she was snatched back. The dark man turned her to face him, painfully
gripping her shoulders. He had a feral look in his eyes as he all but growled
at her.
“Bitch! You wanna act all stuck up.
Like you ain’t like the rest of these hoes in
Here,” he snarled.
Natasha struggled to free herself
from his grasped. “I’m a dancer, not a prostitute!”
“Bitch, you cudda got paid, but now I
ain’t giving yo ass shit! I’m just gonna take this pussy.”
Natasha looked up at him with a
serious expression and spoke in a quiet voice that was meant to warn. “Dark
man... You got it all wrong. Believe me when I tell you that you won’t take
shit from me.”
He laughed and flung her on the bed,
jumping on top of her. They struggled a bit before he pinned her to the
mattress.
“Damn it!! You almost threw me into
the smoke detector!” Natasha prayed that her team had heard her distress
signal.
He briefly looked around for a smoke
detector before returning his attention to Natasha. He released one of her
hands so that he could pull at the band between her legs. With her free hand,
Natasha punched him in the throat. He sat up and clutched his throat,
desperately gulping for air. Natasha used the opportunity to kick him off of
her. He flew off the bed, still holding his throat.
She quickly leaped from the bed and
began to stump the dark man’s face. Six inch stilettos were a very efficient
weapon. Natasha heard glass breaking downstairs, but that didn’t stop her from
stomping the shit out of her would be rapist, who was now screaming like a
little bitch. She reached into his pocket and snatched the hundred dollar bill.
“See you cudda got one of the other
girls to suck yo’ dick, but nooo you wanna rape a mothafucka,” she said
through gritted teeth.
Natasha noticed that the music
downstairs had completely stopped. Her team must have breached the house.
Before Natasha could land another blow, she was yanked away and tossed on the
bed. Her arms were being forced behind her back. She was being handcuffed. She
eased her face to the side to discover that it was Steve that was cuffing her.
So once she was cuffed, she pretended
to struggle. “What the fuck you cuffing me for?! I ain’t do shit! That
motherfucka tried to rape me!”
Steve yanked Natasha toward the door.
“Yeah, yeah I know... You’re not a prostitute. You’re an innocent victim.” The
comment was laced with feigned sarcasm. “You’re under arrest for prostitution.”
Steve said while dragging her from the room.
He dragged her down the stairs and
through the house. Natasha noticed that there were uniformed officers present
to secure the scene. She saw a guy that she recognized from the academy. When
he spotted Natasha, his eyes widened with desire. Then he quickly looked away.
Men were cuffed and on their knees
while half–naked women were cuffed and placed against a wall. Steve led Natasha
across the room and placed her against the wall with the others. He walked away
and helped the other officers secure the scene. They searched everyone before
leading them out of the house.
Natasha’s would-be rapist was led
through the house by Deon. He was cuffed behind his back and his entire face
was covered in blood. He could barely walk on his own. Deon tossed him, face
first, on the floor and he landed in a loud
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