Blindsided 11

Exiting the bathroom, Robbie clutched his temples in pain as the thump of the base vibrated every brain cell in his blonde head. “When you enter the main room, take a right,” Came the voice of Agatha in his ear. “You’re headed for the VIP section. When you get there, tell the bouncer your name is Ruby Lovewell. You’re on the list.”

“What?” Robbie spat, not quite believing what he had just heard. "Ruby Lovewell, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” No reply came!

But faced with a choice, his survival instincts kicked in as one thought dominated over all the rest. He didn’t want to die! Whatever he needed to do, no matter how degrading, he would do it!

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After his two days of being humiliated at the hands of Agatha, using a ridiculous name and getting checked out by a security guard upon reaching the VIP section didn’t seem too bad. That is until he was told to follow the man, who led him towards a sofa occupied by a well-dressed, middle-aged man!

“Ah, you must be Ruby. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the man announced as he stood up before moving in to kiss Robbie on both cheeks. “My name is James. Would you like a drink, Ruby? Some Champagne, perhaps?”

Stunned, after being kissed by a man for the second time that night, Robbie wasn’t sure how to respond. “Tell him yes and sit down,” Agatha boomed in his ear.

Realising that she could actually hear what was going on just made Robbie hate the woman more as he nodded his head and sat down next to the older gentleman.

Watching as James looked him up and down like a piece of meat, Robbie grabbed the hem of his tiny skirt and wriggled his plump bottom to try and cover a little more of his tantalisingly smooth legs. With the skirt not budging, he gave up and instead pressed his thighs tightly together as he looked up to accept a flute of Champagne from an arriving waiter.

“You’re a little late, but worth the wait, I’d say,” James announced as he lifted his champagne glass. “A toast to new friends.”

Smiling awkwardly, Robbie nodded before taking a mouthful of Champagne. “Well done, now this handsome and very wealthy businessman is James Hemingsworth. And tonight, Blondie, you are his shemale escort,” Agatha announced as Robbie spat his drink across the room.

“Oh, I say,” James cried. “Waiter, bring some towels to clean this mess up. Are you alright, dear?” he asked Robbie with concern on his face.

Overwhelmed, Robbie nodded his pounding head. “Now that wasn’t very ladylike of you, was it?” Agatha said with a chuckle. “You need to flirt with this man and charm him, not soak him in expensive French plonk. Now get a grip of yourself and calm down. I’m not expecting you to sleep with this man. You just need to get two pieces of information from him. His telephone and room number. Do that, and you get your tonic. Easy peasy, right?”

Feeling slightly relieved after hearing the news that Agatha didn't expect him to solicit himself to this old man, Robbie took the towel offered to him by the waiter and dried off his Champagne-soaked legs. At that moment, Robbie resigned himself to the fact that if he wanted to get out of the place alive, he would need to do some things he wasn’t necessarily comfortable with! “I’m so sorry, James,” he announced with a giggle. “I can be such a klutz sometimes. Why don’t we start again? Please tell me about yourself. Do you like to work out? You look awfully strong.”

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Twenty minutes later, James was cracking up after another of Robbie’s seemingly hilarious jokes. “Oh, Ruby, what a delight you are,” he said while stroking Robbie’s knee with the hand that had been resting there for the last few minutes.

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“Delightfully funny, Robbie said, blinking his eyes and trying to act cute. On the inside, he was dying.

James chuckled once more. “I agree wholeheartedly, my dear. And as much as I’d love to spend all night listening to your comic genius, it is getting late. Unless," James paused. "You’d perhaps like to continue this in my hotel room?”

Swallowing hard and resisting the urge to vomit, Robbie placed his hand atop James. “And where might that be?" He asked while trying his hardest to flirt.

“The Grand. Room 712. Interested? James asked, moving his hand higher up Robbie’s leg to play with the hem of his skirt.

“Oh, very, but unfortunately, tonight won’t be possible, I’m afraid, handsome,” Robbie announced in a husky voice. “But let’s exchange numbers, shall we? Then we can arrange something soon.”

“Very well,” James replied as he shuffled closer to Robbie before producing a business card from his pocket. “Now, how about we end a lovely evening with a kiss?” he added while waving the business card in the air.

“How about we end the evening with a black eye? You creep.” Robbie thought as he forced a smile. “Of course, James,” he announced as his stomach churned. Feeling the hand on his thigh disappear up his skirt, Robbie resisted the urge to bat it away, puckered up his glossy pink lips, he closed his darkly lined eyes.

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Back in the safety of the bathroom, Robbie tottered as quickly as he could over to the sink to wash his mouth out. “Well done, Barbie girl. Now that wasn’t too bad, was it? You even got a good night smooch.” Agatha announced with a chuckle

“Not too bad?” Robbie bemoaned as he came up for air. “I just kissed an old man, and now I’m about to keel over and die from being poisoned. How can things get any worse?”

“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen. You’re not going to die,” Agatha replied with a tut. “Redo your lippy. You must have some in that purse of yours. Then go to the bar. Find a bartender named Rafael and tell him you lost your cloakroom ticket. He may just have found it.”

“Then what?” Robbie asked as he stood up straight only to see his girly reflection and cringe.

“Then you get your vial and leave,” Agatha answered. “Now hurry up and redo those sexy lips of yours lips. The club closes soon. Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about that crazy cow comment from earlier. We will have words about that in the morning.”

Sighing, Robbie opened his purse and located the lip gloss Shar had placed there earlier. “I thought you couldn’t hear me,” he moaned as he twisted off the lid and ran the wand across his lips, transferring a generous amount of pink gloss in the process.

“Too late for excuses now, Buttercup. Besides, I said that I didn’t want to hear your voice, not that I couldn’t hear it, “Agatha announced with sass in her voice. “If you survive the night, we’ll discuss the consequences tomorrow. For now, keep that earpiece safe. You may need it again.” Abruptly, the line went dead.

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On extremely shaky legs that were threatening to buckle beneath him, Robbie exited the building. Having located Rafael and exchanged the cloakroom ticket he’d received for a box containing a vial of liquid, he now had a sweet sickly taste in his mouth. Albeit, in his mind, a thousand times better tasting than James Hemingsworth’s tongue!

Accompanied by a loud click from his painful shoes, the miserable man stepped out into the chilly night air as a refreshing gust of wind cooled his warm, sweaty skin. Breathing a loud sigh of relief, he turned towards the car park, never wanting to set sight of club Lush again.

“There you are, Little Fairy,” The deep voice of Terrace boomed out, sending a shiver down Robbie's spine. “You didn’t think you could sneak off without repaying that favour you owe me, did you?”

“Err…. Terrance, hey,” Robbie said as he turned around to see the huge man looming over him. “I thought we were square after that kiss earlier?”

Terrance burst out laughing. “Oh, no,” he announced when he stopped chuckling, “That was just a preview for the night ahead.”

With a sinking feeling in his gut, Robbie turned to make a run for it but didn't make it very far. Crying out as Terrance grabbed a handful of his hair, he was caught in seconds. “Naughty, naughty, Little Fairy,” the larger man declared as he placed his other hand around Robbie’s chest before easily hoisting him into the air.

"Put me down," Robbie screamed but his pleading fell on deaf ears before he was silenced as Terrance released his hair and smothered his mouth. Kicking wildly, Robbie was dragged towards Terrance’s car as a few drunken people in the distance seemed oblivious to his plight. But lucky for Robbie, one person was not ignorant to his situation.

Out of nowhere, Shar appeared, who was channelling her inner Bruce Lee. What happened next was over in an instant as Shar swiftly took Terrance down with a vicious kick to the groin followed by a skilfully placed chop to the throat.

Hitting the ground like a sack of potatoes, Terrance rolled around, groaning in pain. Somehow managing to keep his balance after landing on his stiletto-heeled feet, Robbie reeled away in a state of shock.

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Shame on you! You fucking pig!” Shar screamed while giving Terrance a weighty kick in the ribs. “If I ever hear of you trying something like this again, I’ll come around here, cut off your ball and feed them to you. Am I making myself clear, Scumbag?” she added as she placed her boot on the bouncer's groin.

“Yes, crystal!” Terrance cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I thought the fairy was up for it!”

“Well, now you know otherwise, you fucktard. No means no,” she announced before pressing down hard with her foot to elicit a scream of pain from Terrance.

“Come on, Robbie. Let’s go home,” Shar said, turning and placing her arm around the cowering man's shoulder. “On the way, you can perhaps explain to me. What the hell is going on here!”