Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

Pietro's Boutique is a dream come true

I have seen photos of the store online, but being inside makes me..

giddy. The first positive feelings in days. I might be the first Duke's daughter to set foot inside the famous Lords Boutique. Well, Ladies Boutique, since it is mostly the wives of the Lords that shop here, but there are also many items for menThis content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Make-up, jewelry, dresses, pants, blouses, skirts, and...shoes. What woman doesn't love a good pair of shoes?

I am unsure where to look first. Or what to buy. Being a freelancer accountant pays well, but I don't have enough to cover even the basic stuff I need since Pietro's Boutique is one of the most expensive in the city. Maybe I should just buy some plain T-shirts and pants and comfortable shoes for traveling. But I don't have a credit card with me

How am I supposed to pay?

A young saleswoman approaches me. "May I help you?"

'By showing me where the exit is,' 1 think. Not that I can't find it on my own. I should have thought things over better, but the idea of buying new things got to me and gave me a false impression of feeling happy

But buying things is still something I enjoy or used to enjoy

I want to reply, but the young woman isn't looking at me but at Stefan

"Actually, I am the one that "I start explaining, but I get interrupted

"Sir?" Stefan, who was standing next to me, says, "My... Lady would like to...."

I whip my head in his direction. Did he just call me his Lady? Is he mocking me now?

He clears his throat before finishing. "Clothes and... other items." Pulling out his wallet from his pants and opening it, he adds, "Is the Ladies' changing room free?" and hands the young woman a business card

Her eyes go wide for a moment. "Yes, Mr. Grafenberg," she replies as she gains her composure. "If you would be kind enough to follow me, I will

take you there," she starts walking away

In a low tone, I say to Stefan, "I bet you have written your favorite way to torture women on that business card. That's why she was so eager to get you to the changing rooms. Since you are into watching women, I

guess you want to see tits or more."

Stefan scoffs. "The Ladies' changing room is basically the VIP room. I will be seeing only you as you wear thigh-high stockings for me," he says following the young saleswoman

A VIP room? And I will be alone with Stefan in there? What a delightful thing. No doubt Stefan has a sock fetish. And I will make all his

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fantasies come true

A very comfortable-looking armchair is in the middle of the VIP Room

A table with a bottle of champagne and one flute glass next to it

"will this be alright, Mr. Grafenberg, or would you like something else? Maybe something to eat?" the young woman asks Stefan while completely ignoring me

'Am I invisible or something?' I wonder. Or maybe it is because I am not a Lady. Not a real one, at least. Or is it my clothes? Or the bruises on the knees?

With his eyes glued to me, Stefan sits on the chair. "Champagne is perfect. Bring dresses, high heels, lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and any item my Lady needs."

The young woman nods and leaves. Stefan opens the champagne bottle and pours some into the glass

It must be nice to have lots of money. I look uncomfortable at the door

"T am not sure how I am going to pay for anything. I don't have any cash with me."

Stefan takes a long sip from the glass before leaning back in the chair and putting his left ankle on top of his right knee. "You don't need to worry about money. We have more than enough. You can buy anything you want."

I shift my weight from one leg to another. I should have guessed the guys would pay. It is the least they can do after everything they put me through. "This room should have more chairs. My feet hurt," I complain while wiggling my toes as I am wearing no shoes

"The room is designed to accommodate the needs of the Lords. The Ladies are supposed to show their bondeds all the sexy clothes they are purchasing, not sit down."

I huff and sit on Stefan's lap. Anger flashes in his eyes. He is so easy to read. "I am starting to think that the Lords are misogynist pigs."

"And the Dukes are sadist rapists. Starting with Carlos."

I take the glass from his hand and put the sunglasses and baseball cap on the small table. "I don't think that of all of them, but I agree with what you said about Carlos." I drink some champagne. "Knowing how Carlos is, you still sent that video to him."

"And you threw Emily's ring in the fucking toilet like it was some piece of shit!" Stefan says in a raised voice. "I will never forgive you for that."

"I don't need nor want your forgiveness." "So what do you want?"

Could I trust him enough to tell him the truth? Could I risk everything? I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. "For Alekos to do what he promised me. To get me out of the city."

Stefan fills the glass with more champagne while he keeps his eyes on me

"Why do you want to get out of the city so badly? We already promised you we would protect you from Carlos."

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