9- What if we have a little fun with her?

-Get lost you idiots," growled one of Alan's friends to the two men who were squeezing Helena in the middle of the dance floor, the two growled in annoyance that another man wanted to ruin their party, but when they turned to where the voice was coming from their faces changed to one of terror, Alan's other friend approached and stood next to them.

-Did you not hear? Get out! Shoo! Get out!

They both clenched their molars hard with their bodies shaking with anger, they couldn't yell at them or fight, they had already lost the battle and the girl, because they and everyone else on the dance floor knew who those two men in expensive cloth shirts, tailored pants and watches worth a house were, They were the friends or rather "The henchmen", as some called them, of Alan Aller, who was practically the owner of the place, almost every night they were there buzzing around, bothering people and taking the best women, they chose and there was nothing else to do.

Without protesting, they walked away from the girl and into the crowd of people, so as not to give Aller any reason to deny them entrance to the place or be beaten up on the way out. The group had a reputation for having fun causing street fights when they were bored.

-Hi doll," whispered one of the boys in the ear of the redhead who had not stopped dancing, as if she hadn't heard that the men had left and that the two who were now surrounding her were others, "What do you say we go to a more intimate place? Without all these idiots buzzing around you like flies on carrion, you're worth more than this- The man's hot breath hit Helena's tomato red face expecting a coherent answer from the young woman, but all he received were the girl's limp arms throwing themselves against his neck trying not to fall, the young man held her by her narrow waist and looked with a mischievous smile at the other who nodded his head in approval- Let's go

-Why don't we have a little fun with her before we take her away?

-You think only with your crotch! -Don't you realize that our friend is depressed? He needs her more than we do!

-You're right

-Maybe after him

They lifted her almost like a sack of potatoes onto the VIP, one on each side, holding her by the arms.

-I told you I didn't want a woman!" he shouted in annoyance from his plush armchair.

-Oh come on Alan, look at her, she's already yours.

The young heir watched her silently as he mixed his whiskey drink on the rocks gracefully. He analyzed her from top to bottom as if she were a piece of fresh Meat and he was the judge, the woman could barely stand on her own, she had half her face covered by a cascade of fire that made a strong contrast in her whitish skin of cheeks colored by alcohol, that made him reconsider the offer, the redhead wasn't that bad, she wasn't his type that was more than clear, under the tulle skirt two wire legs were sticking out so thin that there was almost no squeezing and he imagined her rear end was also skimpy, he looked at her chest shamelessly, , barely two small mountains rose from under her frumpy red bodice and very worn to the naked eye.

She didn't know why, but Alan got up from the armchair in one swift and shrewd movement and walked towards her, normally he waited for women sitting down and they were the ones who approached almost begging for attention, but now it was him who walked like a leopard crouching among the grasses, something about the woman made her desire her in a voracious way.

-Hello cutie- he purred without waiting for an answer- cover yourself a little dear- he slowly fastened each button on the front of the dress- leave this to me, I like to slowly undress my lovers. There, good as new.

The boys laughed in complicity, they were still holding the prize in front of who could be said to be their boss, Alan reached out his tanned hand and with his index finger slowly ran the tangled hair from the redhead's face, exposing her pale face. Helena's almost crystalline blue eyes moved back and forth, as if she were somewhere else and not there, Alan lifted her chin, observing the girl's half-open mouth and imagining what he could do with it, then he released her chin abruptly making Helena's head fall like a whip down, covering her face again with her hair.

Alan sat back down on the couch and with a wave of his hand his men knew what the young heir wanted, they pulled the young woman closer to the dark side and deposited her on top of Aller's legs.

Helena leaned against his chest and murmured in pleasure.

-You're comfortable, aren't you?

-Yes..." she barely managed to say, her voice raspy and dry.

Alan held the back of Helena's neck and with his other hand he took the glass of whiskey and placed it on the girl's lips, he lifted the glass and the orange drink went down slowly into the young woman, who encouraged by having some liquid in her dry mouth took the drink as if it were just water.

-She smiled in amusement, draining the contents successfully.

One of the guys approached and with the flash on began to record the scene, but covering Alan's face, it was a tradition of the group to film the women they were with, as if it were a video collection of their nightly captures.

-I hate my job," Helena muttered, "I don't want to go, I don't..." she shook her head.

-Do you hate your job? Oh honey with me you wouldn't have to work, just be obedient.

-My boss is an idiot," she exclaimed sinking into Alan's neck who reached up and lifted Helena's skirt revealing her buttocks to the camera, "He's an ogre. - Alan touched Helena's violated skin, checking that there was indeed flesh under her underwear, he had been wrong, the woman had her own.

The boys laughed in amusement at the poor woman's babbling.

-Do you want us to teach her a lesson for you, come on tell me the name of that idiot?

-I'm tired... of dancing...

-Yes darling, you broke it down there, all eyes were on you, the sensation of the night, and I've never seen you here before, how lucky I am.

-I want to go home... -Helena felt sleep coming on suddenly, the adrenaline had dropped sharply and her body felt heavy and even painful, suddenly she didn't want to be touched anymore.

-Do you want to go home huh?

The redhead nodded closing her eyes and Alan turned to one of his friends.

-Prepare the car- he looked towards Helena and ran his thumb across the redhead's shiny bottom lip- Let's go home right now princess, I have a fluffy bed you're going to love.

The young secretary nodded and settled herself more against the body like a pillow, the young man got up with the woman in tow- Let's go out the back.

-Yes Alan.

Sebastian was on top of the red-haired woman he had taken to his pent-house in the last of the tallest building in the city, which had a unique and incredible view.

The beautiful and stunning woman was completely naked and smiling mischievously at him, biting her lower lip, she grabbed the heir by the neck and pulled him close to her swollen and voluptuous mouth kissing the young man hard, then wrapped her long legs around the man's hips and without stopping kissing him lifted her own hips begging Sebastian to enter her.

-Come on baby, make me wild like you said.

Sebastian stopped kissing her and thought about it for a moment, he didn't want to do that, he didn't want to enter her roughly and make love to her like a beast, no, because he didn't want to do that with Helena, he felt that the young woman was fragile and delicate, that such a woman should be treated with love and gentleness.

His secretary made him feel things he had never experienced with another woman, he wanted to protect her, that nothing would happen to her, that no harm would come to her.