JO. While Jo applied the black mascara to her sweeping lashes, her thoughts drifted back to that day one month ago. The day he took her into his amusement arcade, after he found her sleeping in the porch at the back entrance. He had clothed her, given her a job and the flat above the arcade to live in. She owed Mr Perhar a lot. He was Asian with strong features and deep brown eyes and a smile that would melt chocolate. Jo was smitten, the knowledge that he was in his forties didn't phase her at all. She understood that he was a powerful and busy man, in fact the first time she had seen him since that day was a week ago. He came to the arcade to check that his men emptied the money from the slot machines into the money bags, and not into their pockets. Mr. Perhar had complemented her on her appearance and how well she was doing. Jo revelling in the compliments, didn't mind being up all hours of the night, making drinks and seeing to the men; it was part of the job. When he asked her to have dinner with him in his office
she felt her legs liquefy, the joy on her face was all the answer he needed. Jo stepped into the black dress she bought off the market, a simple sleeveless shift she hoped would make her look sophisticated. Her body tingled as the butterflies in her tummy fluttered furiously. She wound her long blond hair into a twist and clasped it loosely to the back of her head. A squish of perfume on her neck, wrists and up the hem of her skirt, one last glance in the mirror, she was ready. When Jo walked towards the office of the ...
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she felt her legs liquefy, the joy on her face was all the answer he needed. Jo stepped into the black dress she bought off the market, a simple sleeveless shift she hoped would make her look sophisticated. Her body tingled as the butterflies in her tummy fluttered furiously. She wound her long blond hair into a twist and clasped it loosely to the back of her head. A squish of perfume on her neck, wrists and up the hem of her skirt, one last glance in the mirror, she was ready. When Jo walked towards the office of the arcade she saw Nick and Fletch, Mr. Perhar's shadows, chatting with Lauren her co-worker. She looked at Jo with a strange expression. Jo ignored the look, she assumed the other girl was jealous. Stepping through the office door she was amazed at how tastefully decorated it was, as opposed to the tacky disco décor of the arcade. The door was normally locked to his inner sanctum and this was the first time she had seen it's rich, mahogany panelling and gold flock paper. “Come in Jo,” he said, pulling out the leather chair and motioning her to sit down. Mr. Perhar sat opposite her with the smile on his face that melted Jo's heart. “You look gorgeous Jo. I am sorry we couldn't go out but I rarely have time for that.” The caterers waited on them as if they were royalty, Jo felt so special. Small talk passed between them as the different courses were placed on bone china plates, his attention was for her alone. The bubbles from the champagne were popping in Jo's nose, she felt light headed and carefree. Dismissing the staff after the coffee was served, Mr Perhar steered Jo to the Large Leather couch. “You're a very pretty girl Jo,” he said, undoing the clasp in her hair while kissing her shoulder. Jo could not resist his tender words and soft caresses. Within seconds she was naked and shivering, anticipation mounting as he removed his clothes. His gentle lovemaking had her purring like a kitten, their bodies shuddered in unison as they reached the peak of ecstasy. She lay still on the couch as she watched him dress, she felt fulfilled and wanted. “What is your name?” she asked, as he put his designer suit jacket on. “You know my name. It's Mr. Perhar.” “No, I mean your first name,” the effects of the champagne seemed to be wearing off as his answers came. “My name is Mr. Perhar.” Jo looked at his dark brown eyes and saw the steely expression on his face. There was no mistaking the look, she was being dismissed, like the caterers. He pressed the button on the intercom and called for Fletch to come in. She grabbed desperately at her clothes, she tried to dress before he came in but to no avail. The man entered the room and grinned lecherously at her nakedness. “Yes Boss!” he said, not taking his eyes from Jo as she pulled her dress up over her shoulders and grabbed her underwear. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt so ashamed. “Get her out of here, tell her how it is,” the menace in his voice frightened Jo. “And Jo. Next time you come in here you knock. Got It?” “Come on darlin', you and me are gonna' get acquainted,” The large man grabbed her arm and steered her out of the office. Her dress zip undone, make-up smudged on her cheeks, a desolate Jo let the man lead her from the office. Mr. Perhar never glanced her way. She looked at Lauren and recognised the expression on her face now. It was pity. “You'll learn quick now, girl,” Fletch said. “ What do you mean? I thought he liked me,” she sniffed hard, trying to control her runny nose. “Course he liked yah! Till you come across, now your just one more of the harem. You think you were something special Huh!” his voice sneering at her. “Now I can make your job here as easy, or as hard as you like.” “What do you mean?” Jo new what was coming next, her stepfather had that same sneer the night he came to her bedroom. “Well if your nice to me... I will look after you. Lets face it your paid well, you got a free flat. Why shake the money tree?” Her thoughts ran riot now. Could she face life back on the streets, or would she have to put up with this awful mess she had got herself into? But one thing she knew for sure. One day she would have her revenge for the humiliation she had suffered tonight. Perhar was going to regret this, like her stepfather did. She felt the ice return to her heart as the dark thoughts entered her mind. Fletch didn't know it but he was going to help...
