Chapter 1 Mistake

 Chapter 1

Mistake

"So do you want me?"

"I guess"

"May I drive? You are drunk".

"I am?"

She went to the driver's seat and opened the door. Her dazzling black eyes highlighted with silver liner and mascara meeting his hazel greens. She widened her lips to a broad flirty smile.

"Can you shift ahead so I can drive?" she said sweetness pouring her words.

"Oh yes yes.." he was lost as if he was seeing something else something ecstatic and obediently shifted to the passenger's seat.

Her perfectly manicured nails decked up with bold red polish on her fairly tanned hands and the couple of silver bracelets she was wearing had few hangings were twinkling and ringing sweetly making musical notes when she rested them on the steering wheel of the white Audi that she was about to drive. She rotated the keys with a diamond embedded keychain which was carving of a bird was hanging.

"Where to?" she asked ignorantly as to follow the directions mentioned by him.

"Wherever you like love" he mentioned and drifted half asleep, half lost in his thoughts, completely drunk.

She swished off the car to the motel, she might have visited very often because she knew the place very well and was comfortable about the parking.

She was worried 

Godamm! she was driving Audi for the first time. She never wanted herself or her customer to regret. Bad for business you see.

As she got out of the car she straightened her shining, jazzy black dress she was wearing with sexy black stockings and silver stilettos. She had worn a loud make up with short hair reaching her neck. Good enough to please her potential customers.

She went to the passenger door to pick her customer who was completely wasted due to alcohol. Though difficult she was able to manage picking him and balancing him to the room of the motel. She had handled a lot of customers who were drunk lately. But this one was different. Others would simply drool over her not wasting a moment to explore her body. 

This was a decent one though but in pain.

This wasn't new. She had accomplices with much weirder, rude and drunk customers earlier. 

"I can handle this one." She pep talked herself as she balanced the drunk man with her arms.

He was stressed and therefore she was here.

Obviously people who are stressed and worn out only want this portion of entertainment. She was okay with it and money was her priority now.

Talking about this rich man, of course he was rich, the top class Audi he drove said it all.

But the way he was lying besides her was different and strange in away that apart from pain his green eyes reflected love and lust with a different quality which could not be described.

It was new to her. Something she hadn't seen since she entered this profession. She thoroughly ignored it. She was there for a purpose.

The purpose was to earn money tonight by pleasing this man on the bed.

She'd been doing this since she was not even an adult. She was barely 17 when she first slept with a man twice her age. She was morally shattered and mentally broken and now all the moral issues had died down. 

She learnt it the hard way that it is all about give and take. No emotions involved.

She kept all those thoughts aside and alerted herself for work as she had to take the initiative he being completely drunk. If she hurried she might try her luck another time in this night. Though it was rare but she was in urgent need of money.

She leaned towards his face and planted a kiss. It was like opening a laptop to start your work if it to be compared with a commercial affair in corporate sector.

She stood still to gaze at him. All she could visualize was a lot of money a hard wand of cash for which she was doing it.

She did get stuck with second thoughts. She felt creepy to do it every day. But that was brutality of her life or call for money so she got back to work.

She started unbuttoning his gray striped shirt. She could faintly hear him murmur

"Steseeove dongo leees". It was like any other customer of hers murmuring his stress out. Today she had to do all the work as the person below wasn't cooperating at all.

After she released his shirt, his bare chest took her notice. She also noticed the contractions of his chest caught due to his heart beats. Not that this was first time she's been noticing a great body but this was different; different in a way.

She was not feeling good about it. Her morals had died long ago but this felt to be crime which she did not want to do.

She however continued unzipping his black trousers. She could now hear him clearly so clearly that she stopped where she was. He was lying on the bed only in his underwear. He looked geekish and very handsome.

"Stella I love you. I love you more than any thing else. Please don't leave. Please. I love you. You are only one for me. I love you Stella" he murmured even in his drunken slumber state.

She had seen so many men each one more screw up and worst than the other but this man lying on the bed with a diamond band on his right hand ring finger sounded honest.

Yes she could feel honesty in is words. May be she was wrong. May be this guy has lost his love and entered into her arena but she could not start it herself. She simply could not continue what she was doing. Her inner instinct did not let her do it.

She therefore switched the air conditioning to the minimal temperature, wrapped him with sheets to add to his comfort

She removed her shrug and her stilettos and stockings and threw them on the floor to relax and rested on the couch besides. After a long time had she been entitled to rest in the evenings which were usually very hectic because of her profession.

Being tired she immediately fell asleep, she was upset too because her chance of double income was now futile and even she hadn't yet worked this man out so whether he'll pay or not was still a suspense. However she ignored all the thoughts and drifted to sleep.

"Fuck you bitch.

You whore.

How could you? How could I?" a shout woke her from her deep slumber.