Chapter 3

Grace POV

As the work continued I started getting jealous of my fellow high class girls with the topic of 'A little girl coming and taking our guest away from us'. It went around amongst all the call girls till all of them heard it. But opposite to what I expected, not all of them took that rumor seriously even though they knew that the part about 'Taking our guest away from us' was true. I only smiled at that. Some people are not cut out for making trouble just like others.

After a year of working as a high class girl, I paid for my mom's complete treatment and luckily it was successful. The doctor advised her to not do anything stressful for a while till she completely becomes her usual strong self. I was so happy that I couldn't explain it. She asked me one time where I got that huge amount of money for her surgery "You don't have to worry Mom, a friend of mine helped me out" I laughed it out. What? What would my mom think if I told her that I work in the country's one of the best clubs every night? She would immediately think that it's a prostitute and collapse which might result in another sickness.

After coming back to the university I continued my work at night whilst school at day. "Girl, are you sure that it's not hook up that you are doing?" Mara asked me one time I came back. "Nope sweetheart, I don't do anything like that" I replied and chuckled. I noticed that they have been spying or rather scanning my dress whenever I come back but to their 'disappointed' they didn't see any 'evidence' and they could tell that I didn't take a hasty bath before coming back. I was like how I was when I left. Mara suddenly wanted to join me but was still hesitating. I shake my head in resignation. When a person has a generous best friend's boyfriend who helps her with all she needs why would she want to stress herself? Girls nature, I chuckled again.

After paying off my mom's bill I didn't stop the work, I guess I'm hucked but since it's not dirty work I have no reason to stop. Although paying my mom's bills, I still have a good amount of money in my bank. Chloe's boyfriend was still handling my university bills so I had nothing much to worry about and feeding also was just kindness. What a life.

I was always minding my job that I didn't know that a rumor had started going around the club 'It is said that Grace is the only high girl that hasn't taken any man out to 'continue' service'. If someone is a member of that club they would know what the word 'continue' means. And just like that another competition began and a bet was placed. 'The first person to make Grace 'continue' the service would be the winner of the competition and the bet'. With that many guests started waiting in my service room, some started paying times six, times seven, and even times eight tempting me and promising a lot if I left the club with them but after the end of their time I left with no one and that made more to feel more excited and that made me to approach the level of a millionaire.

Those guys were wealthy and cared nothing about the bet money, what they treasured was winning the competition, being the winner. But I would be stupid if I were to take any of them home during this period. No matter how hot, sex, or gorgeous they are I will always force myself to stay composed. No matter how horny I am I will have to endure.

A lot of them kept coming to my service room and after seeing me for the first time and spending their time with me, they would feel compelled and excited to come again. I don't know why but one of them told me how relaxed, comfortable, careful, jovial, and happy I was with them was the charm, and what top them all was how breathtakingly beautiful I was. I have started getting to terms with that word, even though I still blush whenever I hear it they said is very cute and compelling. Days passed, weeks too and I didn't take anyone of them home. This got the attention of wealthy guys, some of them decided to join the 'fun' and see this girl that got many guys hot on their heels and still didn't find any of them intriguing enough. Mind you this is a den of hot rich guys.

When the wealthy guys met me, most of them were awed, and some left. I don't know the reason but someone told me that I have made some guys give up when they found out that I would never take them home but as for them, they like spending time with me. Even though it might be a method of inciting me and making me fall for their charms and go with them or not I still held on, it has become my motto, to hold till the end.

My savings kept increasing at an alarming pace, especially ever since the competition started. The other jealous high class girls had no room to be jealous anymore because this competition had made many guys only come to drink and try out the high-class girls. They felt addicted after their first few tries and they became frequent with adding to the guests the high-class girls were having. There was no room for jealousy. For many months, my money increased to a very high sum. To others, it might not be but to me, two and half a million dollars is very huge to a previously poor girl like me. Sometimes I sleep peacefully after remembering the sum I have in my account.