Chapter 3: The Richman - I Want To Know More About You

I walked awkwardly, somehow having to act as if someone had taken my virginity while I experienced nothing but lying on the sofa with the stranger. While I was walking in my confusion, I accidentally bumped into Mss. Parrish. She looked at me with a gaze that I can't describe, like a half dislike, complete with a forced smile.

"Richman really liked your service, he gave five stars for your service." I didn't even know that the man's name was Richman after Mss. Parish says his name. She left me and walked until she disappeared at the end of the hall.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind of all the hassle and walked over the hallways to the wardrobe room to change my clothes and take off all the jewelry I was wearing under the wardrobe's supervision.

So each worker would go out and enter with a list of clothes that the wardrobe staff had already registered, so we left the room and returned to the room, everything we wore had to be returned except the underwear.

We will get underwear sponsorships with well-known brands for satisfying service. Each worker will only "Show" once a day, or if a request to "show" comes from a VVIP customer is an exception. And I think Richman is on the VVIP subscriber list at this place.

For the sake of maintaining customer confidentiality, his / her identity will not be identified by the agency or by the customer himself. So each one has a pseudonym here, and unfortunately the face, voice, and gaze of that man named Richman sticks to my head as if he won't let go.

"Earrings, necklace, two rings." Wardrobe attendant make an inventory of the jewelery I stripped.

"Ok, shoes." She asked me to take off the stilettos I was wearing.

"Now change your clothes in the changing room." She said and I followed her orders.

I saw another girl with messy hair walking down the hall. I had previously seen her among the nine other girls on tonight's show. I wondered what happened to her earlier that she became so messy.

When I entered the locker room, several girls seemed to be changing clothes. And one of them walked over to me to help remove the ziper on my dress because I had a hard time doing it myself.

"First show?" She asked and I nodded.

"How does it feel?" She asked with a smile that is difficult for me to describe, like both curious and teasing.

"I have no idea." I shrug, what can I say? I didn't even do anything but chat.

"For the price of a million dollars, of course you have to do the circus stunt your customers ask for, right?" She says sarcastically and I know now, she's just jealous of me because of that huge bargain. If I say I didn't do anything she will complain to Mss. Parrish and that 10% will just float away because the agency thinks I'm out of work so that percentage doesn't deserve to be mine.

"Excuse me." I finished changing my clothes quickly and hurried away.

"Look, she can even walk so fast. As far as I know there are no comfortable firsts, everything aches." Clack someone from the crowd but I don't care.

Yes, if that foreign object called "Mr. P" had entered me, of course I would grimace in pain and walk slowly because it would not be comfortable, but I didn't feel anything because the man didn't touch me other than just wiping my tears.

I left the wardrobe room and headed to my room, previously the room which contained two beds was only occupied by myself. But when I went in there was already a girl who was maybe five or seven years older than me and was wearing an oversized shirt and hot pants.

"Hi . . ." I was a little surprised to see her grooming her eyebrows, but she didn't seem surprised. She only glanced briefly then continued her activities.

"Come in." She said.

"I'm Cristabell by the way." I introduced myself.

"Everyone at the agency knows who you are." She put down her eyebrow plaster and looked at me.

"Is it that bad?" I asked doubtfully. She grinned widely. "Richman has never turned to another girl before you." She said.

"What do you mean?" I was getting more and more curious about this man named Richman. If he was a loyal customer, then why would he pay so much for a new girl like me?

Before explaining, I saw her take a deep breath. "She is a VVIP customer at the agency and is only interested in one woman here."

"Who is she?" I asked curiously.

"Gabrielle Zein."

"I've never heard of that name."

"Yes ... she is a star in the agency and because of her achievements the agency allowed her to stay in the apartment personal and only comes if Richman wants her. Several months went like that until finally Richman made a contract with the agency and paid a large amount of money to meet with Gabrielle Zein, at the time Richman wanted."

I pursed my lips, it sounded a little strange but to me, everything related to this mysterious man nicknamed Richman became so meaningful to be kidnapped further. Why would he promise me, my release if he had his choice so long ago, that woman named Gabrielle Zein?

"What happened then?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, according to growing rumors Gabrielle wanted more and Richman broke their contract unilaterally. Even after all that, Gabrielle Zein was never seen in the agency again."

I knit my brows. "Why should Gabrielle want more when she already had such a special relationship with Richman?" I muttered softly.

She chuckled. "Naive!" She said, a little harsh in my ears, but it was true. Am I so naive as to question her about it?

"Human nature is full of thirst and hunger, greed. How can a woman like us be able to let go of a man as perfect as Richman. She needs certainty, she doesn't want to share Richman with anyone, that's what makes her want a more relationship with him." She took a deep breath and continued her sentence "Richman is a wealthy man, he can promise a life of luxury for the rest of Gabrielle's life. Nor does he have to serve the fat, bald, ugly guy at the agency, all she has to do is enjoy fucking sexs with Richman."

My chest suddenly became tight, the air felt thinner after I heard all the painful explanations, even though it made perfect sense.

"Have you been in contact with Richman too?" I shuddered, then corrected my question, because for some reason suddenly in my head there was a shadow of a young girl in front of me and Richman making out.

"Are you crazy? No other girl has slept with Richman but Gabrielle!" She insisted firmly.

"And you, ..." She hesitated as she said it.

"Hearing you tell about Gabrielle Zein, makes me want to know how pretty she is?" I asked, and she walked over to her small desk drawer then took out her cell phone and rummaged through its contents by touching the screen a few times.

"It was taken on New Year's Eve, she was the one wearing the silver dress." She points and I see the perfection of the girl in the photo. Pale skin, thick and long black hair was also styled so sexy. Her smile was broad with her lips full, her chest perfectly round, partially sticking out from the side of the dress in a low cleavage.

I didn't understand why a man like Richman, who was so experienced in sexual matters and clearly had high standards for the girl he was going to sleep with, chose me. I was just a runny girl who was nothing compared to Gabrielle.

My reflex grabbed onto my small chest, this was definitely nothing compared to Gabrielle's challenging, round and full chest.

The laughter of the girl in front of me dragged me away from my reverie.

"I'm Carment by the way. " She said introducing herself in the end.

"You don't need to compare yourself to Gabrielle."

"Oh ... I just feel like she's so perfect." I replied.

She pursed his lips. "Don't be sad, even though your chest is small, Richman's hand has touched it. Like the time the man touched Gabrielle's. And his lips have been playing on your nipples to make you wet. Don't worry too much about your differences with Gabrielle, you won Richman for a million dollars, that's crazy." The joke was closed with laughter.

But it wasn't funny to me, it made me shudder to imagine what it would be like if Richman had really touched me like she said. I sighed, I think Carmen could be the most honest source to gather a lot of information about Gabrielle Zein.

"How old is Gabrielle?" I asked suddenly, because I had to know whether what Richman said about the principle was true or just nonsense.

"Maybe thirty years, more or less." Carmen replied briefly, he also seemed to shrug his shoulders, as if to confirm that the answer was not a sure thing.

"Not very young, but why would Richman choose women of Gabrielle's age if so many were so much younger?" I asked and carmen laughed.

"I don't know, but all masher like young girls still have very narrow pussy. And when it's torn, maybe the sensation will be very pleasant for them." Laugh some more. "Richman may have unique tastes."

"Narrow pussy? Why would it be so much fun to rip it off?" I asked in confusion and Carmen furrowed her brows. "Aren't you torn?" Asked Carmen later and I was like I just got slapped, is it torn? I'm not torn?

"Em ... of course mine is torn too, I just don't want to talk about it." I obviously don't have the answer to that question.

"How about Richman? Is he very strong?" Seek Amel curious and I can only brag.

"Of course ... he's very strong, passionate, intense, and dominant. He's so hot." I answered full of lies. What kind of wish am I talking about, he didn't even touch me. Perhaps the greatest regret in Richman's life is wasting a million dollars chatting to a whiny girl and prostitute begging for sex.

"If Richman likes your service, he will definitely come back soon. Usually he is. Even though as far as I know he hasn't been to this place quite often since Gabrielle Zein is gone, maybe he'll come back for you."

"I do not expect much." I took a deep breath, he'll definitely never come back for me. He might come back, but for another girl. I inched closer to Carmen and said something to her very sincerely, "Thanks for talking to me, I hope we can be friends."

"Of course, we are friends now." She answered, and it makes me happy.

"I'm a little tired. I'm going to take a shower and sleep I guess."

"But it's Wednesday night, usually Mrs. Morrison will be nice to the girls who are done, we will be allowed to come to nightclubs and party, of course under the supervision of his people."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Ok, maybe you feel a little guilty for what just happened. That's normal for firsts." She encouraged me and I nodded. This is not a matter of firsts, but my guilt that I didn't have time to experience the legendary might of Richman.

I'm still amazed by the man named Richman. He who after all this time kept his relationship with only one woman of high standard, Gabriella Zein. And tonight wasted a million bucks on a girl of low standards who is definitely not his type. What's wrong with Richman? Why did he do that? and why did he choose me?

"Ok, I'll go to the club, this is rarely what we enjoy. Let me know if you change your mind. I'll put you on the list."

"No thanks. I guess I'd better stay and rest."

"Maybe you still feel the remnants of Richman in your body, huh?" Carmen tease and it hurts, but I can only smile. Lied to everyone that I had felt Richman's desire when I didn't. I only feel his human side and not his bravery.