Robin was depressed. She had messed up big time and sooner or later, she had to acknowledge her unfortunate situation and fess up to her boss. Maybe even beg him to show her mercy and let her off scott free but deep down, Robin knew that her expectations were impossible. He would definitely fire her because her condition was not suitable for his club.
When John Black had bought her freedom from the local mob boss, Gianni, that had terrified her and the other neighbourhood girls for three years, he surely hadn’t intended for her to go and get herself knocked up by another mess of a boyfriend who was a loser to put it bluntly just like the one before him who had handed her over to the mob boss by offering her to him in exchange of his gambling debts being forgiven.
Gianni had put her to work immediately and every night for three years, Robin had stripped in his seedy strip club that had the most disgusting clients whose fingers accidentally found themselves buried in her pussy but that stopped the day John Black walked into the club and demanded that Gianni free all the girls working for him against their will.