My Semi Prostitute Girlfriend

One of the liveliest spots in the city was the pub house. It was a venue where the lights would vibrate on and off while the most intense, insane music boomed. The crowd grew increasingly excited, unleashing their inner dancers as they moved their bodies and waved without restraint. Still, when the disc jockey replaced a piece of tranquil and seductive music, everyone started dancing more intimately.

A man seized a girl's waist, pressing her to his chest while his hands wandered off to her behind. His lips swiftly pressed against her, lustfully kissing her as if he possessed her. The scene became more luscious, so the man walked out of the dance floor with his arms around the girl's waist, kissing her further.

The atmosphere and scenery were unsuitable for a twenty-year-old, naïve young lady. She gasped deeply after witnessing the inexplicable reality of this type of job—a prostitute who gives their body for money—enough money to live on.

Kimberly Martin's first night at the pub was unfortunate; she wished she hadn't come. But her clothing was shiny and tiny, exposing much of her skin, and with her unique perfume, who could resist her? She reasoned confidently, yet her heartbeat incredibly fast, as if it wanted to escape her chest. She was pretty nervous.

An older woman approached one client, who was drinking alone in the corner. "Hey! It's great to see you back at our place again!"

The man was approximately twenty-seven years old and attractive. Still, he only curled his lips and took another shot of whiskey.

"Here you go, lover boy. She's our new chick! She's young, beautiful, and enticing. I am confident you will have a magnificent night—as wonderful as ever!"

Kimberly was dragged to the man's side by the woman, who sold her like a new item. It was humiliating for her as she sat next to the man.

"Great." He continued to fill the drink while whispering.

"Enjoy the night!" The woman responded with a broad smile.

Before departing, she looked at Kimberly and said, "Behave!"

Kimberly was terrified and speechless. She had no idea what to do or how she would begin entertaining the man.

"Why isn't he saying anything? What should I start with? What am I going to do?" She wondered.

Then, unexpectedly, the man asked. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-four," she responded with a lowered face.

"He should have asked me for my name first," she pondered.

"Really?" He scoffed, implying he didn't believe it.

"Yes, I am twenty-four years old. You can ask the woman behind the counter." She persisted, confident enough to persuade him.

But the man only said, "Alright," then went silent.

After a few drinks, the man stood and stumbled to drink the last shot of whiskey. He was obviously intoxicated. Kimberly stood next to him, and the man crossed his arm around her neck without hesitation before she could grasp him to aid. She felt uneasy but remembered the previous scene.

Kimberly assumed it was her job. She maintained her composure, fighting the nervousness that dipped her. They walked up to the counter and paid for everything he drank and the night he planned to spend with her. The older woman smiled widely, almost to her ears, as it appeared he was an excellent customer because he always paid well.

"Where are we going?" Kimberly stuttered nervously.

"That is the most stupid question I have ever heard!" The man angrily roared as he sat in the driver's seat of his car.

"Get in your car! You bitch!" He yelled through the window.

"I'm sorry, sir, but there was a mistake here. I'm only__" She was stuttering and shaking, attempting to escape the situation after witnessing the man's unpleasant behavior.

"Would you like me to take you inside and do it right here? Or are you coming in here on your own accord?!" Previously, this man drank quietly, but now he had evolved into a madman.

"Is this how drinking makes him feel?" She thought.

"I just want___" Kimberly lacked the strength to open the door and was still struggling to get away from the man.

"Enough!" But the man became enraged. He yanked open the door and drew her inside.

"Don't waste my time!" He warned and drove the car so swiftly into the street that it seemed like they were in a motor race.

Kimberly could not speak or ask questions, but one thing was sure: she was terrified. She was afraid of being with this man, especially now that he was upset, and riding in his car was the worst experience she'd ever had. Her head hurts, and she feels like she will vomit at any moment.

It had been a long, strange, and terrifying journey.

Until the man parked the car in one of the tallest hotels Kimberly had ever seen, which looked expensive. It astounded her because it was a five-star hotel that was both elegant and pricey. But before she got too excited, she was brought back to reality by a glimpse of the strange man chatting with security.

Kimberly realized she must quickly escape, because the man was undoubtedly insane. She figured out that escaping while he was busy was the safest option and cast her eye around, looking for an excellent place to run and hide. Unfortunately, a firm hand gripped her wrist just as she stepped out of her shoes.

"Ah... ah... trying to run away from me?" He gave a warning shake of his head.

"Excuse me, Sir. Allow me to leave, please." She sobbed.

"Are you insane? I've already spent a thousand dollars on you!" He showed a threatening smirk. "Stop acting innocent. It does not suit you, bitch!"

As they entered the hotel, he continued to pull her and wrap his arm around her neck. Everyone in the hotel greeted them warmly, and the receptionist was quite accommodating.

"Well, they should be because everything is so expensive! But it doesn't matter how much money he will spend." Kimberly thought. She was as cold as ice, with sweaty hands, since she was scared about how this man would treat her once they were inside the room.

"Thank you, Sir." She could hear the receptionist as he grabbed the key and dragged her to the lift.

They reached room 3460 on the sixth level, and her heartbeat was unbelievably fast once more. It was so rapid that it made her body shiver tensely.

"If I could turn back the hands of time." She shivered with horror. If only she could have returned the time a few hours ago, she would not have taken her friend's advice on accepting this job. Maybe this nonsense isn't happening right now. She has nothing to gain but danger being with this man.

"Hey! You insane bitch! Come on in!" The man gave the order.

The horror started when Kimberly and a madman entered one of the most beautiful, clean, and well-designed rooms. Nobody will ever suspect she's a prostitute, selling herself to the crazy man for money. He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, staring at her from foot to head as though inhumanly scrutinizing her. The look that terrified her the most.

"Are you going to stand there all night?!" He asked arrogantly.

"I can't move because I'm freezing. How could he not have noticed it?" She thought once more.

"Take off your clothes now before I force myself to do it!" He warned her, but she was unmovable, making him impatient. "You're irritating me! Do it!" He yelled, startling her and bringing her back to reality, and she had no choice but to follow.

Kimberly slowly undressed her blouse and then unzipped her skirt, pushing it down to her feet until the only thing left was her underwear, at which point she paused. The man before her, who prettily sat on the bed as though viewing a live-action sexual movie, was unsatisfied.

"What?" He scoffed like a demon. "Go on, get naked!" He spoke with such authority.

Kimberly was ashamed of herself for complying with all he demanded. But she must obey. She's here, and there's no turning back now. It's a matter of life and death for money. She persistently undid her brassiere, ultimately exposing her femininity by lowering the remaining material.

Kimberly was humiliated, exposing her body to the man she first met. She had no idea who he was and swore she'd never want to see him after this.

Never, ever again.

Kimberly painfully thought while staring blankly at the floor. The man suddenly sprang up, interrupting her thinking, and gazed at her angrily. He pulled money from his pocket and walked ahead of her, much to her surprise. The man tossed all the money on the naked body of her.

"You are a disgrace to this country! Women like you, who have no ambitions, no future, and no hope, are worthless! You and your kind are our society's greatest mistake!" He spoke harshly, demeaning her. But she tried her hardest to ignore every humiliating, vulgar word he said.

"Why would I cry and defend herself? Maybe he's right. After all, it was only this night, and it's over." She considered. Instead of sobbing or resisting him, she leaned closer and reached for his shirt buttons, about to remove them. But before she could touch him, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her backward.

"Dance." He snarled coldly.

"What?" she asked blankly.

"Are you deaf? I said dance! Now go!" He yelled as he shoved her away. He then went back to his previous posture on the bed.

Kimberly was perplexed by this man, but she moved her body as he commanded, attempting to dance seductively but feeling disgusted. Her gaze had returned to the floor. She despised the man but was also scared of him. She carefully looked at his face, and to her surprise, he was not watching. The man was only scratching the middle of his forehead between his brows, which bothered her, and she came to a halt.

"Mr., are you okay?" she asked softly.

But as the man raised his head, he gave her another insane, frightening stare, and she moved her body and danced.

"You're disgusting! Get the hell out of here!" He yelled while reclining his body on the bed.

"What exactly do you mean?" She stammered, but the man didn't respond and closed his eyes.