"Yesbhhh." Donald said, "can't let a fox like that go."

Corinne went cold and then hot. She saw the money flying away, but there was no way she was going to allow herself to be involved in casual sex.

"I'm sorry, Julius," she said, "but you have the wrong girl. Forget the money – I'm leaving."

"No," he said softly. "You're going to strip for us and fuck everybody here, tonight?"

"Riiiight!" the rest of the men agreed. "Sorry, Julius," said Corinne, "but I'm not going to be a part of your disgusting sex life."

She picked up her purse, put her glass down and started for the door. Donald and Saul blocked her way.

"Please," Corinne said and tried to push past, but they didn't move. "Julius, tell them to let me…"

"I really think you should see what happens to little shits who disobey around here," Julius said.

"Let me go!" Corinne tried to push past Saul. "Sit down. We'll even show you," said Julius, "and then you can see if you want to disobey or not."

Corinne gasped with fright and anger as Saul picked her up, his massive body hardly straining, and sat her forcibly into an upright chair.

"I'll scream," she warned.

"Go ahead," Julius said. "All condos around here belong to us, have a good time."

Corinne started screaming when her arms were pulled behind the chair and handcuffs clicked over her wrists.

"No, stop that!" she yelled as a rope through the cuffs secured her wrists to the lower back of the chair. She was almost helpless. She tried to get to her feet, but Donald grabbed her lovely blonde hair and slid a thick black leather collar around her neck. "What do you think you're doing? Stop or I'll call the police!"

She struggled frantically as Donald attached a large chain to the collar and held her hard to the chair. She broke into sobs, her skirt riding up over her knees, showing more of her legs than was decent.