The Traps of Black Swan

Chapter 211 - Stripper

Two tall, muscular foreign men entered the warehouse as they curiously looked around walking inside as they were instructed.

That wasn't what made others jaw drop, they saw another man entering the warehouse with nearly eight dogs. The dog belt was in the man's hand who imperiously walked in next to the two brawny men.

When they were thinking it was the end, a woman entered inside but... something looked off. Their jaws dropped realizing she wasn't she but he yet he was she.

All were thinking one will be frightened to death by the dogs, and two muscular men will beat Ellis and Kone and the man who is turned to she will torture another woman.

But the sharp turn of events left their jaws deeper down without lifting up. The two foreign muscular men were gay escorts. The torture they were expecting was beaten black and blue but those two were there to molest Ellis and Kone.

Giving the taste of what they gave to girls. Of course, Aarvi wouldn't send girls because that will make the two men enjoy it. So she wanted them to feel what girls go through when they get molested.

Aarvi's lips were slyly upturned when Shadow and her team men were looking at her in terror-stricken faces. 

According to them, torturing is pouring boiling water, snapping their nails, cutting their fingers, using different tools to bring pain, breaking bones, cold cell treatment, drowning, footing, whipping, and so on.

They realized they choose physical torture but Aarvi easily chose torture which is the real torturous for women who are afraid to step out or have been through it.

They could say Aarvi was going easy on women when she could have easily chosen the same for two women but she respected them for their gender.

"You are true cold-hearted," Aaron mumbled and watched two men enter Ellis and Kone's room.

Aarvi nonchalantly responded without getting offended, "I know right." Against what they interacted, Aaron kept her close leaning her on him, wrapping his arm around her in a protective stance.

Chief Powell already understood they can't see him due to one-way see-through glass. He saw a woman… No, a man who dressed like a woman entered Layla's room holding a water bottle. She… No, he wasn't tall, his face was cleanly shaved, and was in a woman's type of outfit with gloves on. 

He poured water on fainted Layla without gentleness. At the height of the water pour, Chief Powell could guess it would be a little painful.

Layla jerked up trying to gasp some air completely drenched in water from neck up. She started coughing hard as she tried to grasp what was going on.

Before she could comprehend, the man in the woman's dress removed the whip out of his jacket and slammed it on the ground.

"Ahhhh…." Layla let out an ear-piercing shriek causing everyone to raise their hands to cover their ears. Due to the closed warehouse, her shriek repeated and baffled her.

"Who are you?"

The man innocently replied, "A stripper and lap dancer."

The ones who had thought he was going to beat her to pulp choked on their spit. Layla was rendered speechless but the man swung his whip before pulling her up from the floor to the chair.

He removed Bondage Boutique Pink Furry Handcuffs and grinned, "Beautiful right?"

Layla was terrified because he didn't just look like a stripper or lap dancer. There was something different about the way he looked, he looked wild and crazy like a psycho. 

At the thought of psycho, she tried to run but he was too strong and just a pull was enough to get her back on the chair and handcuff her behind. He stood in front of her crossing his foot while he searched for a song to play.

Aaron, who glanced at all yelling and screaming, paused at Layla, "Isn't these dances used to entice? How could this be torture?" He was confused just like everyone out there.

Aarvi frowns settled when her eyes landed on Layla and the foreign dancer, "He isn't just a stripper or dancer. He is from a famous club in country X. His per hour charges are 3 million, his specialty is inflicting fear and also seduction. The men who love adventure and to feel fear goes to him. He won't beat but a master at using the whip."

Whoever heard her: "..."

Aarvi turned to him grinning widely, "Shawn had told me about him a few years back. I tried to contact him and he agreed, not for money but for an adventure. He never got a female customer."

Aaron really wanted to know everything Shawn and Dax had told her even by accident. His Cupcake is too unbelievable to remember small things and use them when needed.

He was admiring her but she asked, "You want to try him?"

Aaron really choked on his spit and started coughing while others were laughing and controlling it at the same time.

Aarvi who heard other laughs at Aaron changed her line, "I am thinking of letting your Shadow team enjoy his service for free."

The Shadow team member gulped and turned to witness the dance anyhow Aarvi advised cheekily, "Advised for +18 only."

She was yet to end when Aaron moved her hair locks away from her ear with the airpod before tilting his head to her height. He whispered carrying a hint of a tease, "I won't mind if you are the one to strip or lap dance for me. Hmmm… Watch and learn."

He slowly placed her air-pod back to her ear seeing her trying to suppress her smile, blush, and also little awkwardness probably imagining herself stripping in front of Aaron.

Anyhow, she teased back before he could leave her hair locks back to its place, "You made me miss the strip dance of Shawn, remember? You better learn and perform for me soon." 

She hadn't bothered to remove her air-pods and all heard her. They turned to Aaron thinking Aarvi is the dominating one in them.

Milo Wen who was only watching them couldn't hear other than seeing them whispering to each other while other members at distance were occasionally turning to them.

He took a step and poked the Shadow team head before snatching his one ear air-pod to hear too. 'Why am I left out?' He squinted his eyes to watch on the ground floor but regretted it soon seeing a man slid his hand in Ellis's pants.

Soon a piece of music filled the warehouse deafening the screams. Layla stared wide-mouthed at the stripper unzipping jacket rolling his body facing her.

Layla gulped nervously, she wanted to scream but lost her voice, unable to move her eyes away when the man lifted his thin white T-shirt and displayed his well-toned muscles. 

Aaron tried to cover his Cupcake's eyes, but his Cupcake pulled his hand down to watch the strip and lap dance with how that man was going to use the whip. She was paying him huge, of course, she has to confirm his service is top quality, shouldn't she?

Layla who wanted to get on Leon's bed and seduce him was getting seduced by a man instead.

The man in front of her continued to roll his sexy body, taking steps away from her following the beats of the music with the whip around his neck like a jewel.

Then he slid on his knees reaching Layla and rolled his body in a flexible curve biting his lips. Thrusting his hips he threw his head back tossing the t-shirt away before kneeling gazing at her seductively.

Layla gulped in nervousness but her gaze was fixated on him without understanding what was happening. His hand held her knees and rolled his body till his face reached between her thighs making her gasp.

What she expected didn't come, he was a professional dancer, he wasn't going to strip her or molest her. Without touching her anywhere but knee, he slowly yet closely moved on the curve of her gazing right into her eyes with his blue eyes.

Her lips gaped face pretended to sniff at her bosoms before moving up at her neck. Her instinctive reaction caused her to throw her head back to give access to her neck but felt something move at her and the whip wrapped around her neck.

"Ahhh…" She shrieked in fear while moved behind her walking sexily before blowing on her neck pulling the whip away from her neck. 

Layla's chest heaved in irregular breaths but her body failed to respond to her brain when he stood behind her caressing her arms down till her wrist before placing it on his firm abs.

He rolled brushing her handcuffed hands on his abs letting her feel his curves of the abs.

Layla's face was flushed red in fear and enticement but her heart dropped when he left her hand and didn't appear or touch her for a few seconds.

The music beats increased when the man slid from the side and straddled her. Layla gaped when her nose raided with his masculine scent and her face was just an inch away from his bare chest.

She was trying to calm but lost it when his arms rested on her shoulder and he started to thrust his hip against her almost leaving no gap between them.