You are a virgin.

Ali held her breath under the man's hostile glare. She began to fidget and had almost stood up to flee if Barry had not interfered and said, "Lilly ran off to god knows where, and I thought you could use a change of service. This one is fresh and new."

 "You should know I have preferences, Barry. Don't you like your head anymore,'' Gerald threatened the man, but his eyes were fixed on the scared kitten that looked like she wanted to bolt from the room. 

 His body kept reacting and by the time he realized it, his member was already turning hard. He cursed, "What is wrong with you?" He asked, closing his eyes.

 Barry felt sweat trickle down his spine at the tone of his voice. But Gerald wasn't talking to him but was asking himself that. 

 Ali cautiously moved away, wanting to escape, but Gerald caught her hand and dragged her back, causing her to end up in his arms, "Where do you think you are going?" He asked, his voice straining. He couldn't place a finger on why his body was getting excited.

 Ali grimaced and tried to breathe out the words "You don't want me..."

 "Says who? I f*cking want you right now," he groaned, took her by the hand and sniffed her skin again. Her scent only added to his arousal. 

 He gestured for Barry to leave before releasing Ali from his hold. Ali bit her tongue as she was separated from him, her heart pounded loudly in her ears.

 She enjoyed the feeling of his hard chest on her palms and for the first time she was feeling aroused from just touching a man. She poured wine into his glass and watched him drink while keeping his eyes on the dancers.

 Someone whistled in the room and drew his attention, and as Ali was putting her glass of wine down she heard the person say.

 "If you don't want her Rald, you can pass her to me," he is a blonde guy with a beauty mark on his chin. Ali saw the girl beside him glare at her. Not only her, but most of the girls in the room were staring at her with hostility.

 She looked away and gulped down all the wine in her glass and, without realizing it, in a few minutes she drank everything in the bottle.

 "Gullible, you finished a wine of two hundred thousand dollars in just ten minutes,'' Gerald snorted at her.

 Ali's eyes widened, "Two hundred what? Dollars, huh, that expensive, I could build a house with that amount," she slurred to make the rest of the people laugh. The wine was so delicious that she couldn't control herself.

 Ali laughed along like a fool, enjoying her own foolish joke, and Gerald, who sat beside her, stared at her alluring face with heat. The way her eyes were drooping and the way her lips pouted was enticing him.

 Unlike the way the other girls were dressed with all their assets displayed, Ali wore a strapless turtle-neck short gown. The gown amplified her bosom, making Gerald want to see how big it was without the clothes.

 Since Ali had drunk a lot of alcohol, she was having alcohol-induced courage and wanted to touch Gerald. However, the man caught her hand and pulled her away from the room. 

 Ali stumbled but still managed to walk properly. She wasn't happy at being dragged and scolded him, "Don't pull me like this, you should learn how to treat a woman properly."

 "When you collected my money to be of service to me, you should know that I have the right to treat you as I want," Gerald shot back as he dragged her in front of his room. 

 He opened the door with his card and pushed Ali inside. She wobbled about, confused as to why everything was spinning, "Why is the bed on the ceiling?" She asked. "No, it isn't I am talking nonsense," she scolded herself and slapped her cheek twice.

 "The world is having an earthquake," Gerald said, as he stared at the woman who was performing. However, he regretted telling her that when he saw Ali bend down to touch the floor.

 Her ass was hanging in the air and her dress came up revealing her tights that she wore underneath. He could see the outline of her womanhood.

 His member twitched, and he decided not to wait and watch the girl anymore. He could no longer hold it in and dragged Ali, hurling her to the bed for her to bounce on it. 

 His belt came undone, his shirt was flung across the room for it to land on the cupboard. Gerald found it bizarre that his body was acting up, like he just had an aphrodisiac drug. 

 Ali was groggy, she took her hand to hold her forehead, which was aching due to the amount of alcohol she took. While she was complaining inwardly of her head pain, Gerald had already stripped of his clothes and crawled towards her.

 He turned her around and looked into her brown eyes that were staring back at him with fear. "Enough of your little act, I don't have time to entertain you," Gerald grabbed her clothes and tore it from her body.

 Ali realized the danger she was in and screamed for help. Her voice pierced through Gerald's ears so that he had to cover his ears. His cold eyes turned colder as he glared at Ali who was trashing on the bed. 

 "Let me go, I don't want to do it anymore. Please let me go," she cried out.

 What was supposed to sound like pleading though, sounded like a whisper of seduction. Gerald thought she was playing with him, his anger made him tear away the remaining clothing from her body. His left hand held her two hands above her head as he spread her legs apart and settled in between.

 He forcefully pushed his length in, tearing through her barrier. Ali gasped, her eyes widened in horror and pain as she felt her body was about to be split in half. 

 Whatever had intruded into her womanhood was too big for her to handle. A tear slipped down her cheeks surprising Gerald who finally realized something.

 His expression turned frosty and he said, "You are a virgin."