8- Helena sourronded by predators

-Film this!" exclaimed Katlyn to one of the girls, who turned on her cell phone camera and began filming Helena.

The presidential secretary was dancing in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with slow movements and with her eyes closed, the drugged young woman slowly lifted her skirt over her paper-white thighs, revealing the beginning of her wide pink underwear, not sexy at all.

-Make a close-up of that- the blonde pointed out amused- The best goodbye in the world, I don't need strippers with this.

Helena felt in a psychedelic dream, everything was spinning, she couldn't see anything or anyone and the colored lights of the bowling alley looked like fireworks that bothered her light sensitive eyes, the music sounded so loud she felt it in her brain.

"I need to dance, I need to move" She screamed in her head dancing harder, she felt that if she stopped moving she would shut down.

-What heat...- she mumbled still with her eyes still closed, feeling her whole body with a thin layer of sweat, drops were falling from her forehead sticking red locks on her skin. She tugged at the collar of her shirt that was suffocating her and slowly unbuttoned button by button without stopping moving in an erratic dance.

-That's it Helena," one of the girls cheered.

-The runway is yours," the girls laughed at her.

-The shy ones are the worst, they pretend to be prudes, but they are tremendous zo....

-Shouldn't we stop her?" interrupted another, "At this rate she's going to end up dancing naked in front of everyone..." Katlyn turned to the girl.

Katlyn turned to the girl, her feline eyes intimidating the woman, who, scared, shrank back in her place, dodged the look and said nothing more, no one dared to antagonize the powerful woman.

-Helena smiled satisfied when she finished unbuttoning all the buttons exposing her breasts that were only covered by the red bra that did not match the bottom.

People made a circle around her more men than women, amused by the free show she was doing, several young men had slowly approached to dance around her, one perched right behind her, so close that Helena's reddish and disheveled hair brushed the man's face, who slowly began to slide his hands through the long hair pulling it back and exposing the woman's long, slender and vulnerable neck. He brought his nose to her neck and smelled her cheap floral perfume. Helena felt the touch, lifted one of her hands and grabbed the man pulling him closer to her, pressing as hard as possible causing the man to release a moan of satisfaction.

Her body was begging to be touched, her skin was burning on fire and the only way she could feel relieved was if this unknown person came closer and closer towards her. Another man approached from the front, smiling lasciviously at how available the beautiful woman was, taking her by the waist and dancing to the rhythm of the erratic steps of the girl who was now imprisoned between two burly bodies that had no faces.

-Well, girls, it's time to go to the party.

-Wasn't this the party?

-Did they really think I would invite that chiruza to my VIP bachelorette party," she scoffed, "please! This was just the preview, I wanted to have some fun. And you save the video and send it to my iPhone.

-Yes Katlyn

-Let's go girls!" she clapped her hands.

-Are we going to leave Helena alone?" asked worried the same girl who was seeing that the joke was getting out of hand. She hated Helena, yes, because she had stolen the secretary position from those who really deserved it, but also because Sebastian Aller had his attention on her, everyone had realized that, you didn't have to be very smart to notice that the new CEO wanted her. But now she was there, vulnerable and out of her senses and he felt sorry for her.

But Katlyn looked at her again with that annoyed expression and knew she should shut her mouth.

Alan Aller entered the exclusive bowling alley along with his entourage of lapdogs.

-You'll see that a good woman will make you forget all this," one of the young millionaires encouraged him.

The younger Aller brother entered reluctantly, he really wasn't in the mood to party, since he knew that his obnoxious and conceited older brother Sebastian was going to marry the beautiful blonde who was his lifelong love, he sank into alcohol, full of anger, destroying his entire apartment on the way.

They entered the VIP and Alan sat down in his favorite armchair, the one where he barely made it to light and where he used to wait for some woman.

His friends got him a good scotch and set to work looking for a pretty damsel who could erase his sadness and give him back his usual partying and troublesome Alan.

They went down to the part where the less prestigious people used to be, in that area they found the most desperate women, the ones who came on to them without dissimulation, also the most beautiful ones, but they didn't want one who wouldn't stop talking and irritate the young heir even more, they needed one who would simply fulfill the boy's desires.

-How about her?" pointed out one of Alan's friends, the other one turned to where he was pointing and saw a group of people surrounding a young woman who was dancing in the middle of the dance floor without any shame and who looked like she was going to lose her dress at any moment.

The man analyzed her from afar, she wasn't very tall, she didn't have much flesh either and the voluptuous curves that the women Aller slept with used to have, very similar to Katlyn, rather the redhead who seemed to have several drinks on her, didn't have much to grab onto, even so, she seemed to be almost unconscious enough not to be a problem.

-Get those idiots off the girl and take her to Alan, I think he's going to love her.....