The Female Lead Is A Lesbian

(At A Hostess Club)

Katherine sat on the toilet of a bathroom stall with her feet propped up on the seat. She had tears in her eyes making her mascara run.

She had on thick makeup with lots of contours that didn't suit her. Her hair was up in twin buns. Dark purple eyeshadow, dark red lipstick, and her nails painted pink. A tight thin-strapped magenta-colored dress, push up bra, clear platform heels with soft, light pink, furry straps, an old flip phone strapped to her ankle, and hoop earrings almost as big as her head.

Katherine was absolutely terrified, her throat felt dried up and her heart beating out of her c.h.e.s.t. Her breath reeked of wine and her face was flushed red.

She had only worked at this club to earn some more money. She was only supposed to be a waitress but, if a customer asked for her and she attended to them she would earn a hefty bonus. Unfortunately, she had captured the attention of some wealthy and very 'round' gangster.

He demanded that use her body to 'service' him and when Katherine refused he forced her to drink down a huge amount of wine. He then, obviously, tried to force himself on her. Katherine retaliated by giving a swift kick to his family jewels. She then pushed him off and ran away but the gangster sent his men after making Katherine seek refuge in a men's bathroom.

Katherine hugged her knees and whimpered, " Oh, no. They'll find me, *sniffle* I can't call mom and the police won't believe me. Nobody can help me, I can't call anyone."

As she felt more tears ready to drop Katherine suddenly remembered something in her drunken state. " That girl, Zoey! She gave me her number and she's really strong! What am I doing still talking to myself, I gotta call her!"

Katherine fumbled around with her bra before taking out the piece of paper Zoey wrote her number down on. She then yanked her phone off her ankle and dialed the number.

The line rang and rang and each time it did Katherine's heart dropped. "Pick up, pick up, please, please, pick up." She begged quietly. Katherine squeezed her eyes shut until finally,

#Zoey: WHA-#

#Katherine: Miss Zoey I'm sorry to bother you but, I really need your help. I've gotten into a lot of trouble.#

#Zoey: Where are you?#

#Katherine: I'm at a hostess club called ah-, OH GOD! I don't remember the-the name, I think it's called Kittens, or Cats. All I really remember is the sign above the entrance was a large cat. Miss Zoey, I offended a fat, old, and powerful man and he sent his men after me. Who knows what they'll do when they find me, I'm so scared.#

#Zoey: Ok, try to stay hidden I'll be there as soon as I can. In the meantime try to grab whatever you can to defend yourself, a broken bottle, or a knife. I'm on my way.#

#Katherine: Ok, please hurry.#

*BANG THUD*

#Katherine: *GASP* Someone's coming. Beep-#

Katherine hurriedly hung up the phone and put it back on her ankle. As she heard a ruckus coming from outside the bathroom. She put a hand over her mouth to help herself keep quiet.

*BAM*

The door of the bathroom was kicked open and in walked a thug with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, sweetheart! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he yelled.

He walked over to the first stall and yelled, " Are you in....here!?" He kicked down the first stalls' door. He walked over to the second stall and yelled again, " No, how about.... here!?" He did the same thing to the second stalls' door.

Meanwhile, in the fifth stall out of nine, Katherine sat shivering. She heard the man come to the third stall and looked down at the floor in fear. She noticed the gap under the stall and quickly reacted. *BAM* She pressed her body on the floor and crawled under into the fifth stall. She decided to keep crawling all the way to the ninth stall.

Once she got to the ninth stall Katherine's dress had a large wet spot on the front. She sat on the toilet again and put her feet up. She covered her mouth with her hand again. By this time, the thug was at stall number six and he was getting fed up.

He got to the seventh stall and, you can go ahead and assume what he could possibly do there. When he did he yawned and muttered, " F.u.c.k this," turned around and headed out the door. Katherine felt like jumping for joy and she kind of did. Making her lose her balance on the seat and causing her to tilt to her right and slam onto the stall wall with a *BAM*.

Katherine recognized the mistake she made and so did the thug as he turned around with a smirk and began walking slowly toward Katherine's stall. Katherine began panicking when once again a clear idea cut through the drunken fog of her mind.

She quickly took off her heels and left them on the floor. She then pressed a hand on the wall then the other, then she put up a foot on the back wall and did the same with her other foot. Using everything she muster she climbed up the stall as the footsteps drew nearer. She was able to get to the top of the stall and shakily hold her place.

The thug came to both the eighth and ninth stall and joked, " Which door shall I choose? Door number one," he pointed to the ninth stall, "Or door number two?" he pointed to the eighth stall.

He chose the eighth stall and kicked it in *BANG*. His smirk grew wider and he approached the ninth stall. This time he put his ear to the door and used his shoulder to burst in the door. To his surprise, all he saw was a pair of shoes on the floor and when he looked up was when Katherine seized her opportunity and pounced on him.

The two of them fell to the floor and Katherine quickly stood up and tried to run. But the thug stood up as well and grabbed Katherine by the arm. "NO,! *UGH ACK*" Katherine screamed but soon found herself being choked by his arm around her throat.

As she was wriggling and twisting trying to get away the thug whispered in her ear, " Hey, now, no need to put up such a fight! You see, I don't have to hand you over go that pig. Nah, I bet you'd rather spend time with a real man like me, huh?

A pretty girl like you, who's nice and pure, *heh* don't come around often. I want to keep you all to myself, and I'll make a real woman out of you." Katherine cringed at his hot breath against her hear.

Katherine was determined to get away from him and took this chance to sink her teeth into his arm. "*AGH*, " he cried out in pain and loosened his grip on Katherine's throat. Katherine noticed this and elbowed him in the ribs and jerked her head back into his nose.

He stumbled back and gripped his now bleeding nose. Katherine attempted to run again but this time she was grabbed by the back of her dress. The thug continued to hold his nose and said through clenched teeth, " Oh, so I'm not good enough for you, huh? Fine, then be that way you little bitch, let's see how much you'll be begging for me after you've been with that fat f.u.c.k.i.n.g pig."

As Katherine was being pulled backward she caught another lucky break when she noticed a knife on his side. She grabbed the knife out its sheath and swung it at his face. She was able to slice his face leave a bloody four-inch cut running down his cheek.

Realizing that she couldn't give him a chance to catch her or alert his friends, Katherine's body moved on its own and she grabbed the knife with both hands and ran forward.

She plunged the knife into his stomach. Both Katherine and the thug had eyes wide with shock. Everything seemed to settle in with Katherine as her face paled and she let go of the knife and backed away.

The thug stumbled backward and didn't say anything but a few nonsensical m.o.a.ns, groans, and gasps before he collapsed onto his back. His shirt started to turn red with blood.

Katherine gasped at what she had done and felt like throwing up. She tried to comfort herself by remembering how he threatened her. But it didn't help too much. Katherine also knew that she couldn't just stand around, so she took a deep breath and took off running. She ran down the carpeted hallway, then down another, and another until she came across an elevator.

Her hopes skyrocketed and she approached the elevator and started to consistently press the down button, " C'mon, c'mon!" she muttered. When the elevator *dinged* Katherine flashed a bright smile, but when in it opened up more it revealed two other thugs. Katherine gasped and turned to run but an arm stretched out of the elevator and grabbed the back of her dress.

"NOO! MMPH-" Katherine shrieked and a hand went over her mouth and squeezed her face tight. One of the thugs smiled and said, "Don't worry sweetheart, our boss will give you a nice tip and once he gives us a turn with ya, he'll give ya some money in exchange for your services."

(At the bottom floor of the club)

A man with short black hair, red eyes, a black bomber jacket, white t-shirt, black shorts, black high tops, a black surgical mask with white and bloody monster teeth on the front, and a black cap walked in.

As soon as he did a skimpily dressed woman approached him. "Why, hello handsome wanna have a drink?" She chimed. The man flashed a large wad of money and said, " I'm looking for a girl."

The woman's eyes lit up and she chimed, " Well, I'm pretty young but if you like I could put my hair up in twin tails. Come on handsome, I really wanna have a drink with you."

She reached for the money and the man snatched it away, " I'm not here for you I'm looking for a more specific girl. Short, innocent-looking, young, medium length light brown hair, light green eyes, goes by Katherine. She was working here."

"Oh, honey. Don't bother with her she's so dull and shy. Come play with me." She said flirtily and tugged at his arm. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, " Look, nobody's gotta know that you told me where she is.

Just tell everyone that I was a customer who wanted to do more than talking. Who went off to look for another girl." He whispered and thrust the money toward her.

The woman looked at the man then the money then the man again. She quickly snatched the money and put on a serious and angry poker face.

" She was originally supposed to be a waitress and bring people food and drinks. She was decent looking so the boss said that if she tended to some of the patrons she would get a bonus. But when the boss found out she was a v.i.r.g.i.n. She was made up like a streetwalker and sent to the fatty."

"Who's the fatty?" he asked. "This gangster with a bulging gut, and many men who kiss his mudflap a.s.s. He likes pure looking girls and women and when he can't find any, the boss sends some of us up to 'take care' of him and his men.

In exchange, the boss gets a big fat bonus that he splits with the rest of us. Katherine was told that she was going to serve them their booze. I felt bad for the girl but the boss guaranteed that she would get at least sixty-five percent." she replied.

"Where is he?" he asked. " Fourth-floor room 409." She replied. The man quickly handed her the money and walked into the club. He headed toward an elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

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Once he got to the fourth floor, he headed to the room holding his head down as he knocked on the door. A man answered with a pissed off look, " What!?" he exclaimed. "Sorry sir but the card for the room has been declined. I need to talk to the man who is renting it." He said.

"Why do you need to talk to him?" the thug asked. "It's policy sir, I need to confirm with the owner of the card that he was one who paid for the room and get another payment method." He explained.

"What is this policy for anyway, " the thug asked. " To prevent fraud and a number of other crimes." He said. The thug sighed and rolled his eyes and held up a finger to say 'one minute' and ducked into the room. There was a lot of clattering and ruckus. He then came back to the door and muttered, " So f.u.c.k.i.n.g annoying, " and opened the door to let him in.

The man walked in with his head still down. Men were all around the room and on a big couch, there was a fat hairy man with a balding head, big gold chain, several gold rings on his pudgy fingers, an unbuttoned white shirt, and black pants with an undone belt. Next to him was Katherine with her ankles and wrists tied and her mouth taped shut.

The man with the black hair walked to the man on the couch or a.k.a Fatty. "That girl ok?" The man in the black asked. Fatty sighed loudly and pulled out his wallet, " *SIGH* Yeah, she's fine now mind your own business." Fatty handed him a platinum card and asked, " Now, you've got to see me and my card, anything else?"

"Woah, is this a platinum card? I never thought I'd have the chance to see one of these!" He said excitedly. "*scoff* Well, there's a first time for everything and go ahead and give yourself a nice tip. And if you're as smart and as good at business as much as me you'll get there someday." Fatty said haughtily.

The man in the black hat backed up to the door and said menacingly, " So it's no wonder that you think you can get away with raping an innocent girl. Also no offense but I'd rather make my riches the legal way." Fatty turned his head slowly and glared at him.

The man in the black hat silently closed the door behind him and broke the doorknob off. Meanwhile, the men in the room stood up and started drawing their weapons and cracking their knuckles.

Katherine who had been lying silently and hopelessly on the couch suddenly arched her head up to see who had such courage. She could just nearly see the weirdly familiar man in front of the door.

"Is that, could it be?" Katherine asked in her mind. Fatty gave the man in the black hat a sneer and said, " You should have minded your own business and moved on kid. Now, any last words."

"Well, technically these won't be my last words until I go into the ground which won't be for several years and certainly not now. Anyways, what I wanted to say is-, " he paused to take off his hat and throw it aside. " Sorry I'm late Katherine, you must have been so scared."

Katherine immediately jolted herself up with tears welling up in her eyes again. "ZOEY!" she exclaimed in her mind.

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