Club de Fleurs 6: Tasha

Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “You are in so much trouble.”

Tasha shivered as he stood her up and, holding tightly to her hand, walked her back to the reception desk. Sometime while he had been playing with her, the demo had ended, and she needed to get back to her duties. When they got to the desk, Tina was sitting there with her men. When had that happened? Tasha was embarrassed, but other than a knowing look between the men, nothing was said.

The men went with Tim. They were going to help at the bar, and Tina was going to sit with Tasha. They expected more people to come in for the next demo.

It was busy, and the girls didn’t have much time to talk. The bar slowed down before reception did. Tina went to be with her men, and Tasha stayed at the desk to handle any late stragglers. Tim stayed at the bar and was going to come and get Tasha at the last minute.

When Tim got to the reception area, it was empty. He had told Tasha to wait there for him. He was going to add to her punishment.

He went back into the club and to the demo area. It was very crowded and hard to get through. Finding Tina and her men, he motioned for them to step to the side with him.

“Tina, did Tasha come with you?” He was pretty sure she hadn’t, but had to ask.

She answered no and suggested Tim check the bathrooms and went with him to look. Kurt and Kevin started looking in the crowd. There were over one hundred people in the club, and it was one of the busiest nights on record.

Tim and Tina checked the ladies’ room and the locker rooms, wondering where she could be. Then, leaving Tina with Kevin, Tim and Kurt went outside to look. They checked Tim’s truck and all around the building.

Kurt called Tim over to where he was standing in the parking lot. “Hey, man, come look at this. Is this hers?”

Tim ran over, and it was one of Tasha’s shoes. “Man, this is bad, really bad.” Tim started pacing.

“Have you tried her cell?” Kurt asked.

“Fuck, no. Why the hell didn’t I think

of that? She always keeps it in a pocket in case something happens with her mom,” Tim said, grabbing his phone and making the call.

The phone rang several times before Tim heard, “I’m sorry. Tasha’s tied up right now and can’t come to the phone. Please leave a message at the beep,” and then evil laughter as the call was disconnected.

Kurt was standing close enough that he heard, and grabbed Tim as his knees buckled. “Hold on, man. Let’s get inside. I’m calling Evan. He can track her phone and hopefully find out where she is.” If the dumbass doesn’t pitch the phone. He thought this last part to himself. Tim didn’t need to hear anything negative.

Kurt was dialing Evan as they walked back into the club. He took Tim to the bar and got them each a shot. He wanted them both to have a clear head, but Tim needed something to help him think. Kevin and Tina came up to them, and he pulled them aside to explain what had happened and what he was doing.

Chapter Fifteen

“Jason, please, let’s talk about this,” Tasha pleaded. “I’ll come back. I’ll marry you. Please.” She was pleading for her life. Jason had come into the club with a crowd, and by the time she saw him, it was too late. She had tried to hit the panic button, but he had grabbed her before she could. No one knew where she was or what had happened. All she could hope was to talk to him and keep herself alive until Tim realized she was missing and somehow found her.

She had to keep calm and try to reason with Jason. He hadn’t been unreasonable when they first started dating. Maybe she could remind him of those times when they were happy and talk her way out of this.

“Jason, what do you want?” She tried to be calm.

“You to shut the fuck up and let me think,” he raged at her.

“Please, just talk to me,” Tasha pleaded, thinking that if she got him talking, he might let her go.

Jason backhanded her across the face, splitting her lip and causing it to bleed. “Now shut up.”

He took her to a motel on the edge of town and was dragging her inside a room in the back. “Walk, or I’ll make you walk.”

She had never seen him like this. Stumbling along behind him, she looked around wondering if she was strong enough to get away from him.

“Hurry up!” he growled, dragging her across the parking lot faster. “We don’t want to be seen.” Opening the door to the cheap room, he shoved her in, causing her to fall and scrape her knees.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to a chair. “Get your ass up, and sit here.” Pulling her hands behind her back, he tied them together.

Tasha was terrified. She had a cold sweat forming on her face and was visibly shaking. She tried to keep calm but couldn’t control her body’s responses. She was afraid of what he was going to do. She didn’t know he was capable of this kind of behavior. Not even on his worst days after they broke up, would she think he could do something like this.

Jason paced back in forth in front of her, muttering to himself. “What the fuck do I do now?” Turning to her he screamed, “You stupid cow, this is all your fault. We could have had it all. All you had to do was marry me. I wouldn’t have cared what you did, as long as you were discreet and stood by me when I needed you. Now my father has disowned me, cut off all my money. I lost my job, and your sniveling little sister won’t even talk to me. I had to beat the shit out of her to find out where you were this time. Fucking cunt!” He backhanded her again with his last words, almost knocking her and the chair over.