3

"I won't do it" I shook my head, standing my ground as I refused to enter the room. 

"Don't make me force you in there, Ris" Rosa, the prostitute manager as I've named her in my head, said, glowering at me.

'Who the fuck does she think she is?' I thought to myself.

"My name is Grisella not fucking Ris!" I corrected as I shot her an irritated look. She was beginning to get under my skin. 

"Welcome to our world where we don't give a flying fuck" She held my hand roughly and began to drag me down through a passage. "He paid exclusive and so you must behave." 

"I don't want to do this. Let me talk to your boss!" I tried pulling her hands away from mine but they were all futile as her grip was too strong

I wanted to scream. My eyes stung with tears but I couldn't let it spill. I just couldn't do that. Not now, not yet.

"We don't take trivia issues to our boss. I do not want to be called incompetent. I mean, you're just a little brat" She sneered, stopping at a door. "You'll go inside there and..."

"I will not go inside there" My interruption cost me a heavy slap across my cheek. The sting from the slap burned deep into my skin. I stared at her, dumbfounded. I was trying to process what had just happened.

"Don't you dare disrespect me." She sneered. Her palm felt like sandpaper as it was rough. I'm surprised my face wasn't bleeding from the roughness of her palm. "Do not ask him to remove the mask"

Ask him to remove the mask

"Yes ma" I nodded

"You'll do as he says"

Do not do as he says

"Yes ma" I nodded again. She smiled at me, probably for being obedient

"And you must give him a good time of his life." She frowned, showing seriousness. 

Deal with him, mercilessly.

"Duly noted, Ma" I smiled. He better pray to his God because he wouldn't know what hit him.

"Now, get in. You've wasted a lot of time already" She clicked on a button and moved away quickly, watching me closely as I stood in front the door.

Nervousness began to creep into my veins as I didn't know what to expect and who I'd meet inside there. It's usually perverts who came to whore houses to get fucked and this scared me a lot

Once again, I curse you Cyrus.

"Took you a year" The masculine voice said lowly, his back turned towards me. He was standing at the window.

"I wish I could genuinely apologize for being late but I really don't feel sorry" I spoke exactly what was in my heart.

You're really going to get us killed, mouth. I scolded myself.

"Feisty, I see" He chuckled darkly. His voice sounded a tad bit familiar. 

"What do you want?" I asked, watching him closely. 

"You" The way he said it made shivers run down my spine as I bit my lips instinctively. His voice was dangerously low and sexy. 

"Turn around" I commanded.

He obeyed, turning around slowly. He was wearing a mask and I could only see his eyes and lips. His eyes were not amber but blue. 

He wasn't the one I thought he was. 

"You like what you see?" With his hands tucked into his pocket, he walked towards me. "You look slutty"

That comment made me livid as I glared at him. "And you paid to be fucked by a slut" I fired back

"You don't seem to be doing your job as you've been talking a lot..." He stopped in front of me, leaving little space between us. "...and disrespectful too" 

"You see, I wasn't given an orientation about how all these worked and so we can just shake hands and part ways today, hoping there'll be a next time where I'll make it up. What do you say?" I breathed out after saying all those in one go. 

He didn't answer me. I watched as he dragged a chair closer and dropped himself on it. His eyes bored into mine, making me chew on my lips nervously. 

The next word that came out of his mouth left me startled. "Seduce me, slut" 

Wha... What? 

"Excuse you?" I eyed him up and down. I couldn't believe what he had just spewed out of his mouth. 

"It's either you do it or I take you forcefully" He growled. 

Scoffing, I turned around and marched towards the door. I tap out 

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" His hands gripped on mine, pulling me away from the door. How he got to me so quickly, I didn't know. 

"Let me go! What kind of sick work is this?" I struggled to get out of his grip

"I paid for you and so you dare not leave me hanging" with that, he tossed me on the bed, holding my two hands above my head with just one of his hand. 

"Let me go!" I yelled, shaking aggressively to get out of his control

"You really are so stubborn but I love it" He chuckled, that line sounding familiar. I stopped my struggle, observing him closely.

He casted his eyes down to mine, observing me too. His grip was still tight. I guess he had trust issues. 

"Okay, fine. I apologize" I started, biting my lips as I kept an innocent look. He gave me a confused look, raising his eyebrow at me inquisitively.

"You apologize? No fucking way" He shook his head, adding more pressure to the way he held my hands over my head. 

"I was bad, Daddy but I want to be your good girl now" I made sure my voice came out extra sultry. His blue eyes darkened, his breath tempo changed as it came out more ragged. 

Got you, fucker!

"You're ready to seduce me now?" His asked skeptically, his grip a bit loosened giving me the signal. 

"Yes, Daddy. I can be anything you want" I rocked my hips into his. His blue eyes went wide at my action. Wasn't it what he wanted

"I knew you had this slutty part in you" He released my hand from his grip. I wrapped my legs around his waist, flipping him around. He was under me now. "Where did you learn how to do that, Vi - Baby?" 

"You like?" I smirked, tracing my thumb on his lips as I leaned in slowly, my eyes trained on his.

"Tell me, have you fucked other men before?" He asked, holding my neck, bringing my lips close to his. I gasped, biting my lips afterwards.

No, no, no. I want to be in control 

I rocked my hips into his hard on. He groaned, bringing his hands down to my waist to guide them. "Does it really matter? Just know you'll cum" I whispered sexily. 

"I..."

"Shhh" I placed my hand on his lips, moving my hands to his ear as I massaged it gently. "You know, I like how sex makes men weak" 

"You think?" He asked, his voice groggy. I could tell he wasn't rationally thinking with his head but his penis now. 

Not wasting much time, I pulled the mask out of his face. My eyes went wide at who was under me. 

"How are you still alive?" I gripped his neck, my chest heaving up and down as I applied pressure. "You might as well just say your last prayer, Bastard"