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I had earned it through hard work. I had also earned it on my knees, on my back, and bent over a copy machine with my boss’s cock buried deep and his cum filling me while the rest of the world went about its ordinary business. Some nights I still can’t walk past that room without getting wet. Some nights he still texts me a single word—Now—and I go. The risk is still there. The hunger is still there. And I have no intention of stopping. Because once you’ve been fucked over a copy machine by the man who signs your reviews, ordinary sex starts to feel like a pale imitation.

Kamala dropped the pen after scribbling her signatures unto some papers. She was seated in a luxurious office with five men in the Sexizen building. Sexizen was a popular p**n company in New Orleans that only took in amateurs yearly. Kamala's family were back in Seattle and they were facing major crisis currently which pushed Kamala to go into the sex industry after dropping out of college and facing countless job rejections or minute offers. Her father, Robert Jameson was arrested two years ago for the murder of the man who had tried to rape her younger sister, Amie. Amie fell into trauma and her dad's arrest worsened the matter.

I want to forget about the throne room, the king's anger, Mother's crying and the guards grabbing me. I stand up, legs shaky. The club suddenly became broken bigger. My legs feel so heavy. Stumbling, my mug still in hand, I walked past doors after opening them only to find empty rooms. At the end, near the bar, I see someone . A man sits all alone drinking from a mug. His shirt is stuck to his shoulders and his pants are tight. His hair falls over his eyes. He looks like he fits in here. I was dizzy from the drink. “Sex workers are as common in spots like this.” I slurred.

I love how she is acting all bold despite how she was quivering and sweating for fearsome minutes back. “Well, actually, you are right there. It is not a stenching den, as I had presumed, but only God knows what you two have been doing to have such a... not so brassy life. So, what have you done to achieve this somewhat bearable life, huh? Selling yourselves on the streets? How many men have you screwed, huh? Dozens, right?” What are we now? Sex workers? “Well, what we have done to attain this should be none of your fucking concern, bitch! We didn’t screw your husband. Did we?”

She asked me, but her eyes were swimming with worry, “ what is it?” “ the club I’m working at, there is another level where only VVIP’s come, and they spend millions on girls but,… it’s a sex club” She whispered, I looked at her like she had gone crazy, was she expecting me to have sex with strangers? “Amy that-” “ no! That isn’t what I meant, I would never tell you to sell yourself, some workers just serve drinks there, but you still get hefty tips, you can get up to Five thousand a night”

He asked him. "Why don't you come and see me and ask about what I want?" Dante suggested. Immediately Dominick ended the phone call, two bodyguards appeared beside him. "We are here to escort you to meet Mr. Castillo" they said, Dominick put the phone back into his pockets and housed his both hands in his pocket then he followed them to the study room to meet Mr. Castillo. On getting there, he was made to wait outside for a while. However, he could hear voices coming out of Dante's study room. He probably has a visitor Inside with him. Dominick tried to listen to their conversation, from what he heard, he was inside with a woman and was getting pleased by her. He could hear their soft moans,

She scoffed and walked towards the door. “Wait, Ruby,” I grabbed her arm and it shattered my heart when she wasn’t able to look into my eyes, “It’s not what it looks like. That…” I sighed, lost for words, “I have to do what I have to in order to take care of ma. I’m a man, sometimes I do not have a choice.” “So you are a sex worker?” I shook my head, unable to come clean to her, “No. I…I sell dildos.”

I love how she is acting all bold despite how she was quivering and sweating for fearsome minutes back. “Well, actually, you are right there. It is not a stenching den, as I had presumed, but only God knows what you two have been doing to have such a... not so brassy life. So, what have you done to achieve this somewhat bearable life, huh? Selling yourselves on the streets? How many men have you screwed, huh? Dozens, right?” What are we now? Sex workers? “Well, what we have done to attain this should be none of your fucking concern, bitch! We didn’t screw your husband. Did we?”

ISABELLA'S POV It took Nicholas only one day to secure VIP access to Club Vertigo. They say money talks louder than words. Not really but in Club Vertigo, that saying couldn't be more accurate. A few million slapped on the table was all it took for Nicholas to be ranked as a VIP and for me to sneak in as one of the sex workers. Our identities were carefully concealed.

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