Her first instruction

Miranda’s hopes that the morning's experiences had all been some mad dream came crashing down when she heard Wan-Chih’s voice on the phone.

“Good afternoon, my dear. Have you had a good day at work? Don’t worry, it’s about to get a lot more interesting!”

She lowered her voice so that none of her co-workers could hear, and hissed at the phone. “Listen, I’m not going any further with this until I speak to Abby! I need to know she’s alright!”

“If you follow my instructions, you’ll see Abby soon. If you don’t, you’ll never see her again. Now, are you ready to co-operate?”

“What choice do I have, you bastard? Tell me what to do.”

“Meet me in the Barracuda Bar in half an hour. I don’t imagine you know it, so here’s the address…”

Miranda’s mind was racing as she drove across town. This might be her last chance to get out of this situation, but what could she do? She thought of contacting Dale, but what would she tell him? “Your daughter is a junkie and your wife is about to become a whore!” Yes, he might just cut his business trip short for that! But then what? He could contact the cops, but what would the criminals do to Abby? And what about the video of her begging to be fucked and impregnated? She could say she’d been ****, but that would be her word against the criminal’s. They’d probably believe her, but it would be messy. Very messy.

“Messier than becoming a whore?”, she asked herself. She saw the sign for the Barracuda Bar ahead, and realized she’d run out of time to come up with clever solutions.

She pushed in through the door, and it took her eyes a moment to adjust to the dark interior. Low, thumping bassy music throbbed in the room, and she saw with a gasp that there were several raised platforms where nubile young women danced provocatively in various states of undress, while beer-guzzling louts sat around leering at them out of the shadows.

Wan-Chih was right, this was not the sort of place she’d normally be seen dead in. Part of her was relieved about that – there was less chance of her being spotted by someone she knew! Feeling incredibly uncomfortable and self conscious, she moved through the large room and walked towards the bar. Several of the patrons tore their eyes away from the gyrating dancers to give her unashamedly lecherous glances as she passed them, her eyes scanning the room for the hated face of her Asian ravisher.

One drunken pervert was making some crude comment about her giving him a lap-dance when she spotted the demonically grinning face she recognized from that morning, over in a side-booth. Ignoring the leering drunk, she steeled herself and walked over to where Wan-Chih was sitting. He patted the seat next to him and she slid onto the leather seat.

He barked a laugh when he saw her prudish expression and body language. “Ha! Get used to it baby, baby. Soak up the ambience! You’re going to be spending a lot of time in places like this from now on. Now, let’s get down to business…”