Chapter 4: Stubborn Prostitute

Lara frowned at the two security men. The hefty man driving the car came down.

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

Lara shuddered in fright. "No... he cannot touch my boobs."

James laughed. They were all black men, and he truly admired Lara's boobs. Lara wasn't wearing any bra underneath her dress. He asked, "What do I need your boobs for? Answer me now! Or do you want to remain outside here while they drive inside?"

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

Janet walked up 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, "It's easy for you to say, but 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 Lara, "Come over here!"

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

James said, "Hands up now!"

Lara raised her hands. James, a guy in his 30s, dipped his right hand into her dress and fondled one of her breasts. Lara actually heard him moan a little, and she shuddered away from him.

James yelled, "I'm not done searching you!"

Lara replied, "No." She frowned—that wasn't how James had searched Janet.

The second security man, Simon, asked, "James, what's taking you so long to search her? The boss is already calling me to know if Peter has arrived."

James frowned and responded, "I'm almost through with searching her. Turn your back!"

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

Lara gasped, "Ah! He's harassing me!"

Peter warned, "James!"

Peter's eyes narrowed at James, and he said, "I'm going to report you to the boss. Just search her and you're taking hours."

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

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

Lara and Janet finally got inside the car. Lara was grateful that Peter had scolded the silly security man at the gate, who dared to grab one of her buttocks.

Driving into the frontage of the mansion, Peter parked the car. Lara and Janet stepped down, and Lara was mesmerised by how beautiful the white mansion looked.

It was a standard duplex home, too beautiful in a 3D setting, with a swimming pool at the front side, decorated flowers surrounding it, and beautiful trees too.

Lara and Janet walked toward the mansion frontage and met two other security men who flashed them with a touch scanner, scanning them from head to toe. One spoke, "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 sighed and followed Janet into the exquisite mansion. She was surprised—Janet had told her the house master hosted many ladies, but stepping into the beautiful living room, the house was dead silent, with only the sound of the television.

Lara stared around and saw a butler step out of a door. He walked up to meet them.

The butler said, "Hi, I'm Joseph Wilson, the butler. Welcome to our humble home. This way, please."

Lara was quiet as she nervously followed Janet and Joseph upstairs. She was still amazed at how magnificent and beautiful the interior decorations looked.

Reaching the second floor, Joseph pushed a door open and spoke, "You both can go inside and sit waiting, but don't 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 could hear the faint sound of a shower tap running in one of the rooms. She had many questions for Janet, but since they weren't to speak to each other, she gulped and sat in silence.

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Meanwhile, Mike Ernest finished bathing and stepped out, wrapped in a clean white towel around his waist. He knew his guests had arrived—he had called Simon to find out if Peter had arrived with them.

Stepping out of his bedroom into his parlour, Mike stared at the two beauties seated on the couch across from him. One had heavy makeup on her face and looked familiar like a real bìtchy lady, while the other sat calmly and nervously. He wondered where Madam Alora had gotten the calm lady from.

Mike had never patronised any of Madam Alora's ladies before. Staring at the two ladies before him, he seemed to like the calm lady who wouldn't look at him.

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

Lara kept quiet and stared at Mike's handsome face. She gulped—Mike was truly as handsome as Janet had described.

Lara greeted, "Good evening, sir."

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

Lara replied, "I'm fine, and you?"

Mike stared at Lara's face. Her voice seemed to ignite a flame of desire in him—hot and enchanting. He hummed, but didn't respond. Janet spoke, "I'm also fine, sir. Nice to meet you again."

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

Janet replied, "Yes."

Lara responded, "No."

Mike stared at Lara again and hummed, "It's alright. I don't do two ladies at a time, and today, I'm feeling too hot and in need of a good bang. But since we've met before, I don't think it's important for us to continue. I like changing the ladies I host so as not to get attached to any of you. I've spoken to your madam about this before. How come she still sent you here?"

Janet frowned and didn't respond. Lara stared from Janet to Mike in confusion.

Mike said, "You go outside and wait for her. You'll meet Joseph, and he will show you to a room to rest. While you—what's your name?"

Mike's gaze fell on Lara. Seeing her jaw dropped, she looked so pretty.

Lara said, "Lara Almond."

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

Janet stood up sadly. She knew how influential Mike was and that he could harm her if she went against his orders. She exited the wine-coloured parlour.

Lara also stood up to leave, surprising Mike.

Mike asked, "And where are you going too, 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 confusedly. He asked, "What do you mean by no? Don't you know why you're here? Come now!"

Lara shuddered and refused to move. Mike walked back to meet her. Angry that she was wasting his precious time—he was supposed to be done with her and sleeping in his room by now. But here he was at 10pm, still cajoling her to follow him into his bedroom.

Mike walked up to Lara, pissed off. As he wanted to drag her by her left arm to follow him into his bedroom, his towel loosened and fell to the ground, revealing his hard cóck to Lara's view.

Lara gasped, "My goodness!" She swiftly stared away from him.

Mike was shocked at Lara's behaviour—he had already sent Janet away. He asked, "Are you trying to play with me or what?"

Lara shivered. "No." She took steps backwards, away from Mike, not wanting to stare at him, knowing he was naked in her presence.

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

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

Lara shuddered, wondering why they all wanted to throw her outside. She stared at Mike and saw him walking away toward his bedroom door. He didn't bother picking up his towel from the tiled floor.

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

Mike said, "Pick up that towel and bring it to me now. One more delay from you, and you won't like my actions tonight."

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

Lara sobbed as she walked to pick up the white towel, fearing Mike would really throw her outside. She didn't know her way around the city; she had just arrived and hadn't even rested, yet she was already sent to a man's house.

Lara knew that was how Madam Alora would send her to different men for money, and she started crying in the parlour, refusing to enter Mike's bedroom.

Mike waited in his bedroom for Lara to come inside. She seemed to amuse him, but he didn't like to pamper ladies—he knew they all wanted money, not love.

Angered that Lara was testing his patience and delaying his fun, Mike stood up angrily from his bed and walked back to his parlour, but met her sobbing.