"Playing hard to get? Let me take you back to my place tonight." The asshole who had his hands on me whispered in my ear as he tried to grope me again.

I was done with this. This guy had completely crossed the line.

Before anyone else could move to help me, I turned around and did what any woman would have done in my situation.  I hauled off and shoved the heel of my hand into his nose as hard as I could.  He grabbed the front of his shiny white shirt and pressed it to his face as the blood began gushing out.

"Skanky ass bitch." He screamed out through the fabric.

I saw the flash of lights from the VIP area entrance and some hands with cell phones attached to them recording the scene.   Even the attendant assigned to our section had her phone out recording it. 

What the fuck was up with all these damn people and cameras? 

Loud garbled voices were screaming at each other as the gossip took off across the club.  It had only been a few seconds and it had already spread like a flame in a fireworks factory. The crowd surrounded the area and was growing by the second as more and more people rushed over to gawk at the scene.

Fried crap on a stick.  I was going to be in so much trouble.

Sven was the first one to get to me. He had jumped up from the couch and ran over to pull me away from the guy before I did any more bodily harm to him. Sven pushed him back when the guy went to stand up to go after me.

"Touch her again and you will be dealing with me." Sven's thick accent made the threat sound even more dangerous.

He pulled me into his arms and wrapped them around me protectively as Stells' two guards stepped in to block the scene from the cameras. They pulled the curtains that were framing the VIP section closed. We already had a huge crowd of onlookers who were gaping at us.

It was too late.  This would be all over social media soon. 

Link, my manager, was going to have some serious damage control to do.  It wouldn't matter to the public that the guy assaulted me in a club.  Most of the media outlets would just say I was asking for it because of how I dressed or acted. Another round of slut-shaming was headed in my direction. Being a female in this industry was difficult due to all the preconceived notions about what type of girl chose this lifestyle. It was a shame that our society was so progressive yet still completely biased at the same time. 

"Are you ok, pretty girl?" Sven asked softly as he cradled me to his body.

I shook my head no against him.  I was furious and wanted to lash out again.

"You broke my fucking nose." The guy screamed at me. His voice sounded slightly muffled, like he had a cold and couldn't breathe through it.

"You're lucky I didn't feed you your own dick for touching me, you fucking pervert." I struggled against Sven's strong grasp and tried to break free. I didn't stand a chance at getting out of it since he was double my size, but the pissed-off woman inside me was up for the challenge.

"Jess, you have to get out of here. The crowd is getting bad." Sven screamed over the music as he carried me towards the VIP's secret back exit.  It existed for quick getaways from unruly situations such as this or the severely intoxicated. It allowed the more famous club-goers to sneak out through another door that wasn't the main entrance to avoid the chaos.

We usually didn't have to use it. More often than not, Stells' had used the corridor as her own personal sex dungeon when she couldn't wait to take someone home for the night.  I was thrilled it was here tonight; I had to get out of here and fast.

Stells followed us through the door into the darker than necessary hallway. I kept trying to go back to finish the guy off, but Sven held me tight to him so that there was no escape.

Stells was too busy bouncing along behind me like she was on a pogo stick to help me break free from her brother. 

"Bam, bam, boom." She sang out as she threw punches at the air. She was enjoying herself way too much.

"Where are Bruns and Sinclair?" Sven stopped and looked back for the guards who always tailed us. 

"They are holding back the crowd so we can get her out of here," Stells said.

"One of them needs to be with her," Sven demanded.

"I can take her home." Stells offered.

"No, you can stay. She will be safer with me." Sven countered.

The two stopped and stood in the middle of the hallway as they bickered over who would take me home.  I had a short fuse already and the tone in their voices was too much for me.

"You both stay. I need to be alone for a little bit." I shouted at them.

They both turned and looked at me with their mouths open. They both were about to argue with me.

"Don't start with me." I hissed. My foot was down; this was not going to be a discussion.

"At least take these." Stells threw her hat and glasses on me to try to give me a little chance at hiding.  I wore them willingly.  I knew they would be my only shot of getting out of here without being recognized.  They would at least buy me a few seconds so I could get a head start.

Sven pushed open the exit door and we were hit with the warm night air. The sounds of the street on the other side of the building were almost deafening. He grabbed my hands and pulled me into another hug.

"You are a badass bitch. He deserved it. Love you, pretty girl." He said, kissing both sides of my face.  He smacked my butt as hard as he could and sent me hopping on my merry way with a stinging ass cheek.

People passed me on the sidewalk without another glance as I briskly walked down the street with my head down low.  Stells' club disguise was working like a charm as I passed a group of people with cameras huddled about twenty feet from the club entrance. If they had recognized me, it would have been over.  There would have been nothing I could do to hide.

I felt vulnerable out here by myself. I was seldom alone anymore.  It rattled my nerves a bit, knowing that I didn't have anyone to call out to in case I needed help. Not only was I afraid of the cameras and onlookers, but I was scared of myself since I was feeling spastic.  Leaving without someone else with me had been my decision, but I was starting to regret it as I lost myself in my head. 

I started towards the car service Stells set up tonight when I realized there was a group of photographers hanging out, waiting to strike.  That meant more awful pictures at the worst time possible. I didn't even have to think about it.  I would rather walk home than be surrounded after what just happened.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket and I pulled it out as I dashed away from the club as fast as my six-inch tall stiletto boots could take me. It was Link.  I hit decline and it started ringing again. My phone rang the whole way home.  Thirty straight minutes of Link calling my phone and leaving profanity-laced text messages. 

"Nope, not answering that." I hit the button to block him and smiled.

I was going to pay for this later. I would unblock him in a few days and butter him up with a heartfelt apology. He would never be able to stay mad at me.

No one could resist my Miller 'charm'.