You’re nervous as you knock on the blacked-out glass door of the address the client had texted to you. It’s your first day as a topless cleaner for a high-end client. You had heard rumors about the man's gangster lifestyle and his penchant for wild parties, but you try not to let it bother you.

The door opens, and there he is, he fills the doorway, Tall, bald, huge beard, covered with tattoos. He was dressed jeans and a black t-shirt that showed the skulls running up is massive arms looking every inch the outlaw he was. He smiled disarmingly and invited you inside.

"Welcome to Felt Up, the most exclusive poker room in the County’ he said, obviously pleased by what he considered a clever play on words and the uncomfortable look on your face. “This place is a wreck and I’ve got big game here tonight. Big Wigs and other high rollers will be filling these seats I ‘m trusting you'll have this place in order before anyone gets here”

You nod, trying to keep your composure. You  follow him to the storeroom where he points her to a small cleaning cart.

"You can change here then go ahead and get started," he said, leaving her alone in the room.

As you begin to clean, you can't help but feel his gaze on your half naked body. It makes your skin crawl, but you’re already in too deep to just leve so you trie to ignore it.

A couple hours pass, and you’ve managed to clean most of the room. You’re just about to call it a day when you drop a tray full of poker chips on the floor. The noise is loud enough to bring him from the other room to see what happened. He finds you on your hands and knees, tits swinging , ass in the air, as you frantically try to gather up all of the chips. He’s pissed and yelling but goes quiet when seeing you in this position.

He starts pointing out random chips for you to retrieve and while you reaching under the table for the last couple he suddenly grabs you by the back of the head and between you legs pulling you to your feet then slamming you on the table ripping your uniform from your body while groping and driving himself deep inside, you try to push him off but it just makes him more aggressive.

When he’s finally done using you he tells you to clean yourself up before leaving.

As you’re getting up the strength to move, determined to head right to the police station to report him you hear his phone ring.

“Hello Chief Johnson, yes the room is cleaned and ready for your game tonight, food and drinks are on the house tonight, it’s the least I can do for my friends in the vice squad”.