4- Her Refusal

Lara frowned at the two security men. The hefty driver stepped out of the car.

The hefty man said, "Come on, go. Let him search you!"

Lara shuddered. "No... he cannot touch my breasts."

James laughed. They were all black men, and he admired Lara's breasts—she wore no bra underneath her dress. He asked, "What do I need your breasts for? Answer me now! Or do you want to remain outside while they drive inside?"

Lara shuddered and replied, "No." She frowned.

Janet walked to Lara's side and said, "Go, Lara. Let him search you. I doubt he will do anything silly. Just endure his touch."

Lara responded, "Easy for you to say. He cannot touch me."

Lara still refused. James called out, "Peter!"

The hefty man replied, "Yes."

James said, "Take only the first lady inside. Let her remain here."

Lara replied, "No... Okay, come and search me now."

James smirked and ordered her, "Come over here!"

Lara frowned and walked to James, who licked his lips. Lara had larger breasts than Janet, whose breasts were small like oranges.

James said, "Hands up now!"

Lara raised her hands. James, a man in his thirties, dipped his right hand into her dress and fondled one of her breasts. Lara heard him moan slightly, and she shuddered away from him.

James yelled, "I am not done searching you!"

Lara replied, "No."

Lara frowned—James had not searched Janet that way.

The second security man, Simon, asked, "James, why are you taking so long? The boss is already calling to know if Peter arrived."

James frowned and responded, "I am almost through. Turn your back!"

Lara turned. The shameless security man, James, dipped his right hand underneath her dress and grabbed one of her buttocks.

Lara gasped, "Ah! He is harassing me!"

Peter warned, "James!"

Peter narrowed his eyes at James and said, "I will report you to the boss, James. You take hours just to search her."

James replied, "No, Peter, you cannot report me. I am only doing my job."

Peter remarked, "Job indeed. Get in the car, ladies."

Lara and Janet finally climbed into the car. Lara felt grateful that Peter had scolded the security man who dared to grab one of her buttọcks.

Peter drove into the mansion's frontage and parked. Lara and Janet stepped out.

Lara marvelled at the beautiful white mansion—a standard duplex home with a swimming pool at the front, decorated flowers surrounding it, and beautiful trees.

Lara and Janet walked toward the mansion frontage. Two more security men flashed a touch scanner over them from head to toe. One said, "Give me your phone."

Janet responded, "Okay."

Janet handed over her phone. The fourth security man stared at them in silence.

The third security man said, "You can go inside. And you too."

Lara gulped and followed Janet into the exquisite mansion.

Lara felt surprised—Janet had said the house master hosted many ladies, but stepping into the beautiful living room, the house sat in dead silence, only the television murmuring.

Lara stared around. A butler stepped out of a door and walked to them.

The butler said, "Hi, I am Joseph Wilson. The Butler. Welcome to our humble home. This way, please."

Lara stayed quiet, nervously following Janet and Joseph upstairs. She marvelled at the magnificent interior decorations.

On the second floor, Joseph pushed a door open and said, "You both can go inside and wait. But do not speak to each other."

Janet responded, "Okay, sir. Thank you. We know."

Lara and Janet walked into the executive parlour and sat on the sofa bed.

Lara heard the faint sound of a shower tap running in one of the rooms. She had many questions for Janet, but they were not to speak. She gulped and sat in silence.

*****

Meanwhile, Mike Ernest finished bathing and stepped out, wrapped in a clean white towel. He knew his guests had arrived—he had called Simon to confirm Peter's arrival.

Mike stepped out of his bedroom into his parlour and stared at the two beauties on the couch. One wore heavy makeup and looked familiar like a bìtch. The other sat calmly, nervously avoiding his gaze. He wondered where Madam Alora had found the calm one.

Mike had never slept with any of Madam Alora's ladies before. Staring at the two before him now, he preferred the calm lady who refused to look at him.

Mike walked fully into the sitting room. Janet could not stop ogling him. She greeted him, "Good evening, sir." She smiled.

Lara kept mute and finally met Mike's handsome gaze. She gulped—Mike was as handsome as Janet described.

Lara greeted, "Good evening, sir."

Mike responded, "Welcome. How are you ladies doing?"

Lara replied, "I am fine. And you?"

Mike stared at Lara's face. Her voice ignited a flame of desire in him—hot and enchanting. He hummed, not responding.

Janet spoke, "I am also fine, sir. Nice to meet you again."

Mike responded, "Okay. I hope you ladies know why you are here?"

Janet replied, "Yes."

Lara responded, "No."

Mike stared at Lara again and hummed, "It is alright. I do not do two ladies at a time. Today, I feel too hot and need a good time. But since we have met before, I do not think we should continue. I like changing the ladies I host, so I do not get attached. I spoke to your madam about this. How come she sent you here?"

Janet frowned, silent. Lara stared from Janet to Mike, confused.

Mike said, "You go outside and wait for her. Meet Joseph—he will show you to a room to rest. While you—" His gaze fell on Lara. Seeing her jaw drop, she looked so pretty. "What is your name?"

Lara said, "Lara Almond."

Mike responded, "I see. Lara stays here with me. Now leave us."

Janet stood up sadly. She knew Mike's influence—he could harm her if she defied him. She exited the wine-coloured parlour. Lara also stood to leave, surprising Mike.

Mike asked, "And where are you going, Miss?"

Lara paused. "Huh? I thought you asked us to leave?"

Mike replied, "Not you. Only her. Come with me."

Lara said, "No."

Mike paused and stared at Lara, confused. He asked, "What do you mean 'no'? Do you not know why you are here? Come now!"

Lara shuddered and refused to move. Mike walked back to her, angry that she wasted his precious time. He should have been done with her and sleeping by now, but here he stood at 10 PM, still cajoling her to follow him into his bedroom.

Mike walked to Lara, pissed. He reached to drag her left arm into his bedroom. Just then, his towel loosened and fell to the ground, revealing his hard full length to Lara's view.

Lara gasped, "My goodness!"

She immediately averted her gaze. Mike felt shocked at her behaviour—he had already sent Janet away.

Mike asked, "Are you playing with me or what?"

Lara shivered. "No."

She stepped backwards, away from Mike, refusing to look at him—he stood naked in her presence.

Lara begged, "Please, sir, let me go."

Mike said, "Shut up and come with me now, before I call my men to throw you outside this minute."

Lara shuddered. Why did everyone threaten to throw her out? She finally stared at Mike, watching him walk toward his bedroom door. He did not bother to pick up his fallen towel.

Mike paused at his bedroom door and stared back at Lara, meeting her gaze.

Mike said, "Pick up that towel and bring it to me now. One more delay, and you will not like my action tonight."

Lara gulped. She had never been with a man. *So this is what Janet does in the city—sleeping with men for money?* She sobbed.

Lara walked to pick up the towel, fearing Mike would truly throw her out. She did not know her way around the city—she had just arrived and not even rested, yet they sent her to a man's house.

Lara knew this was how Madam Alora would send her to different men for money. She cried harder in the parlour, refusing to enter Mike's bedroom.

Mike waited in his bedroom for Lara to come inside. She amused him, but he did not like to pet ladies. He knew they all wanted money, not love.

Angered that Lara tested his patience and delayed his fun, Mike stood from his bed and walked back to his parlour—but met her sobbing.