Chapter 3

TO DO THIS.

Layla's POV.

It was 8pm in the night when we all got ready to storm whatever party was going on at Whitmore's hotel, one of the best in the country, New York.

I was trying not to tremble as I walked behind Madam Alena, who was leading me to the supposed client's room.

Scarlett had already gone to meet the client she was assigned to.

We got in front of a room with golden designs on the door and stopped as Madam Alena turned to face me.

"Are you a virgin?" She asked and a huge lump formed in my throat as I nodded.

"Yes I am." I answered and she took in a deep breath.

"Wow! Are you sure you will be able to do this?" Her voice came out sharp, her expression stern and I knew right there, that she wanted an assurance I wouldn't mess up her business.

"Yes. Scarlett already taught me some tips." I lied, well not exactly because Scarlett did tell me tips, but not for how to please a client but for how to run, if there was any sign of danger.

"Good. Don't disappoint and this client might pay triple if your purity amuses him." Madam Alena said and I tried not to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

Was virginity now some kind of kink?

Madam Alena knocked on the door, then we waited patiently as I tried to keep my breathing steady, my grip on the purse tightening.

It's okay Layla, it's just one night and everything will be fine.

"Yes? Come in." A deep voice resounded out of the room, almost sending goosebumps all over my body.

'That was thick.' I thought as I began to feel uncomfortable, especially with the heels and sticky gown on.

"Go on in." Madam Alena gestured, warning flashing in her grey orbs.

I immediately opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind me.

The room was bright and everywhere looked sophisticated from the designs to the decors and surroundings.

It all screamed wealth but I shouldn't be surprised since this was a five-star hotel, after all.

Just then, I looked forward and saw a shadow in the other room, sitting on a couch.

I couldn't see him properly because where he was sitting, wasn't that bright but he must be my client.

Probably an old, pot-belly man. Just the thought of that made me want to puke but I had no choice, my father had to be saved.

"Come here." He said and I moved closer to notice a glass of wine in his hands, with his legs spread apart.

He sat up properly and a gasp escaped my lips. He looked nothing like an old man and was so breath-taking with his chiseled features and the bluest eyes, I had ever seen in my entire life.

"Get on your knees." He commanded, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

He got to his feet, towering over me as he dropped the glass of wine on the table, before moving so close to me that his breath fell on my face.

He smelt like lemon and mint at the same time as he kept leaning close like he wanted to kiss me so I immediately shut my eyes, preparing myself.

"I said get on your knees." His voice came again and my legs wobbled as I dropped to my knees.

He then began to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his trousers, before drawing it down with his boxer briefs, exposing his cock.

My eyes widened as I tried to keep my mouth from falling open. He was so huge. His dick kept swelling in my face as veins surrounded it.

He was × 2 bigger than my ex, Jeremy and was also even fatter, if I am not mistaken. I kept staring at his manhood, wondering how someone could be this big.

Of course I have seen cocks before, especially when masturbating to p**n videos but not ones as huge as this.

This man was just too massive and wait! Does he want me to give him a blow job?

'But how would he fit in my mouth?' so many thoughts passed through my head, one I didn't have an answer to.

"Pretty girl. You keep staring at my dick instead of doing the needful or are you in the wrong room?" He asked, chuckling and I jolted back to reality.

"N-no. I am s-sorry." I told him, reaching out to touch his dick as desires, out of nowhere flooded me.

As I touched his cock, running my hand all over his length, a hiss escaped his mouth as his manhood slapped against my face.

I could feel my nipples hardening underneath my gown and knew I was feeling aroused but why?

Was it because he had a big dick?

I placed my mouth on the head of his dick, licking the tip as he groaned and shoved his head further into my mouth so I could take him whole and I did.

I wasn't new to blow job since I do give one to Jeremy often. We do foreplay but I never allowed him to penetrate and I was grateful for that now.

"Get up." The man suddenly commanded as he withdrew his manhood from my mouth, saliva latching to his dick in the process.

I obeyed him but before I could stabilize myself, he grabbed me by the waist and sealed my lips with a kiss.

A very deep one that left me breathless as my heart started to pound heavily against my chest.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth, tightening his hold around my waist as I found myself wrapping my hands around his neck.

He lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the bed as I felt his bulge rubbing against my stomach and pussy.

A moan escaped my lips as he threw me on the back and began to lick me all over my face, down to my neck, towards my chest as his hands roamed against my body.

I should feel scared and try to push him off rather, but somehow, I was enjoying it and wanted more.

Why?