Chapter 2: Chapter 1: First Meeting
*The following scenario may not be suited for 17 years old below. Read at your own risk.*
Crowded, with a different lightning striked at her face. Sounds of people partying, dancing, drinking, kissing every corner of the clubhouse.
"Aya, come over here!" Sarah who's sitting on the counter called Amaya Robinson.
Sarah Wan is a Japanese/Filipina woman, best friend of Amaya. She's tall, tanned skin, golden brown curly hair, chinita eyes, pointed nose and her smooth pale lips.
"I'm sorry for being late. Mom needs me at home but I need to work." She sighed heavily. Wearing a simple white shirt and a ragged black pants matched with an old white rubber shoes.
"Come on Aya! Change your clothes now because he's waiting for you." Sarah give her a paper bag with a red dress inside it. "Room 128." Sarah added with a sarcastic smile.
Amaya looks tired and frustrated but she needs money. Her mom needs medication.
"Gotta go! Wait for me here Sarah." Amaya walked along the dance floor, ignoring the people looking at her, looking at her body.
"10 minutes and I'll be back!" Amaya shouted. Waving her hands and Sarah Wan smiled widely.
"It's a jackpot, Aya Robinson!" Sarah replied.
Sarah and Amaya are a good friends since they are in highschool. Even until they went to college, they worked so hard for them to be enrolled in a popular university.
Good thing that they are both blessed with a smart mind. Intelligent and wise woman as they are now.
Darkness welcomed as Amaya entered the room. She's wearing a red dress above her knees with a red stiletto.
Her brown round eyes that matches her pale face, pointed nose, crimson lips and a glamorous jawline.
Amaya Robinson is totally a grown-up woman as of the moment.
The room is not new to her because she memorized all the rooms in the clubhouse. For almost 4 years, she's a literally professional.
Amaya walked silently that silence only hear her steps. She heard someone taking a shower, it must be her costumer this night.
"Goodness!" Amaya exclaimed as she reach the bedroom. A white polo without any trace of dirt display on the bed. A gold watch and a black Adonis shoes.
"Perhaps, he must be a businessman." Amaya said in a low voice. Eleven in the evening, at eleven ten the transaction will be done as she planned.
She remembers what Sarah said earlier. Jackpot? Just the thought of it, Amaya wear off her stiletto.
Walking gently where the drops of water coming from. Without any hesitation, she knock on the door.
"Can I join you?" Amaya started as the door still closed.
The man on the other side heard a voice of a woman. "The door is open." The man said with a husky and manly voice.
Slowly, gently as she can. Amaya push the door and she saw a broad shoulders of a man. She couldn't see the face clearly because of a curtain blocking her.
Jackpot! She's secretly smiling and close her eyes with amusement.
Sarah is right. Amaya talk silently.
She move the curtain a little bit for her to see the man clearly. She was starstruck at the moment as she saw the body of her costumer.
In a glimpse, she remembered her sick mom. Money. She needs money so much.
Amaya caress the man's shoulder, she kiss it that marks on his skin.
"You're aggressive." The man chuckles softly. Amaya didn't mind it, her hands walked hurriedly and touch his abdomen.
Abs! Amaya's thought.
The man didn't move, still he let Amaya do her job.
"Hmm." She moaned as she kiss his back. It's a usual job, to moan loudly, to move with rhythm, to satisfy her costumer.
The man wants more than her kiss. He noticed that the woman needs to learn more about it.
He turn around and they look at each other. He was amazed by her brown round eyes.
Amaya couldn't find any word to say, something strange in her chest. It skips a beat when she saw the man's face.
He is literally handsome. His blue shining eyes, his smooth and thin red lips and his freaking jawline.
"Fuck! Focus Amaya." She whispered looking down. She earned her energy and stare at him amuckly.
"All women that I had slept with act aggressively and naughty especially when they saw my face and body." The man stopped, cup her face. Caress her cheeks down to her lips.
"You look naughty but your payment depends on your performance." He kiss her hungrily, making sure that she will not have the guts to answer.
Amaya break the kiss, she needs oxygen to be able to breathe.
Staring at him, Amaya undress in front of him. Red dress fell on the floor, showing her round medium size breast covered with a black lace brassiere.
He sniff while looking at her face, down to her lips, down to her chest, down to her soul.
Amaya became conscious of her body. She's thinking why the man suddenly stop and looking away.
"Perhaps, he didn't like my curves so his looking away." Amaya drink her own saliva because she doesn't know what the man thinking of.
"I love your curves, love." He heard what she said, but he acted like he didn't.
He caress her shoulder, down to her waist and squeeze her ass.
Amaya feel something strange inside of her stomach. Calling her "love" makes her heart skip a beat.
Amaya kiss his neck, touching and kissing every part of him.
"Ah fuck!" The man moaned as Amaya caress his manhood.
She feel hot,crazy and crave for more.
Topless, wet and cold, the man carry Amaya and put her on the bed.
Unexpected, shocked, some of her reaction. The man kiss her cheeks, lips, down to his chest.
She moaned like a wild wolf, when he caress her breast. Squeezing like a lemon, Amaya closed her eyes because of hot sensation.
"Ugh!" Amaya moaned loudly, trying to divert his attention. She needs the sleeping pill but she forgot to bring it with her.
"Bullshit!" She said between her moan. She cannot do her job without the sleeping pills.
Amaya's strategy, she let the costumer kiss her cheeks, neck but when the costumer already touch her breast she will stand up hurriedly and make some lame excuses.
She will offer a glass of wine with a sleeping pills. After how many minutes, the costumer will be unconscious and that's the time Amaya will leave the room, smiling with a bunch of money on her hands.
Simple, easy money but difficult to understand and to do.
Now, she's doomed. The man unhook her brassiere while kissing her aggressively.
"Let me taste it, ten thousand." The man get his wallet from the mini table and get fifty thousand cash.
Amaya's eyes widen. Fifty thousand is hard to find right now, so she strip off her bra.
"Hmm I want you, love." Without any approval, he suck and lick her nipples like a hungry baby.
Amaya sitted on his lap while facing him. She let him own her body and soul, just only this night.
"Ugh! Please Sir, more!" She moaned uncontrolledly, wanting, craving for him.
The man stopped, look at her sharply that makes her think.
"Why did you stop, Sir?" Amaya asked confusedly.
"Call me Sir again and you will be my sex slave forever, hundred thousand per round." The man offered.
He looked so upset and disappointed. But with just a snap, he smirk and she let her lay on the bed.
"I want you, love." For the nth time, he kiss her lips down to her breast. His other hand busy squeezing the other one while he suck her round, strong pinkish nipple.
"Ugh! Ugh!" The only words she can utter. Amaya feel something familiar with her.
His touch, his kiss, his voice and her handsome face but she cannot prove it. Maybe they meet already, but she couldn't remember any.
His hand move wildly down to her stomach, down to her womanhood that makes her feel a goosebump.
He slowly kiss her abdomen when a phone rings. Amaya search for it, as she know she left her cellphone at her bag at the dressing room.
"Your phone is ringing." Amaya cover her body with a white thick quilt.
"What now?" He irritatedly asked. Looking at Amaya with a poker face.
"Sir Seb, Ma'am Erika is now at the clubhouse. She's trying to get inside, looking for you but we guarded her." His driver said.
"God-damn it! Don't let her get inside, I'll be there, wait for me." The man angrily throw his phone on the bed. He covered his face with frustration.
"You're leaving." Amaya said. Looking at his masculine back. "Here." He give her a calling card.
Amaya didn't even look at it. She nodded and received the calling card and put it on the mini table beside her.
She wanted to help him to wear his clothes but she doesn't have the guts to do it.
She's just a woman, who slept with random man.
"Eleven thirty in the evening. Thirty minutes, that's too long." Amaya looked at the wall clock.
"I'm leaving. Stay here, just 5 minutes. Here." The man give her twenty thousand as he zipped his pants.
Amaya secretly stare at his handsome face, she can't resist not to look at his abs.
The man finished wearing his polo, but Amaya's stayed in the bed, following his rules.
He was about to leave, but he can't resist not to look at her innocent and beautiful face.
"Von voyage." The man said.
Leaving her in a dark and dull room. Amaya get her things up one by one and wear it off.
Before leaving the room, she get the calling card and put it on her brassiere and the seventy thousand cash.
"He is literally a jackpot." Amaya smiled as she walk back to the counter.
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