The Mask Meet the President's Daughter

She talked a lot like the other females do when they got drunk. And here I am, listening to her undesirable story.

Imagine? A President's daughter with a pitiful story. I thought all stories of rich humans were all the same. Their only problem was about how to spend their millions of dollars.

But this girl was totally different.

The one thing she kept on telling me was about peer pressure. That most of her friends have already lost their virginities at a very young age. Fourteen. For God's sake.

And for them, it was normal to lose their preciousness at a young age. Even to someone they barely know.

As long as the sex was plain and safe. Well, that explains when she brought three boxes of condoms and I just brought a piece of it in my wallet.

You know, just in case she wanted me to use one when most of my customers wanted me to cum into their holes. Some would love to request on their faces and breast.

And who am I to say no? I was paid for the job. I am their toy for that particular night. What the lady wants, was what they get from me. But I don't know what she wanted, so I brought one.

Now I know why she wanted to lose her precious virginity. And that was the main purpose of the mask. No strings attached. Just sex.

Just a fucking sex.

Five hours later, she eased off. She stopped talking. She stopped dancing. And good thing she stopped sobbing like a three-year-old kid.

My job was supposed to have sex with her. But it so happened that I was babysitting someone who just turned eighteen.

When she leaned her exhausted back against my shoulder, that was the time for me to go. So, I gently lifted her from the floor and put her profound sleepiness on the bed.

She suddenly displayed a slight smile while her face was closer to mine. Undeniably, she was close to perfection when I got the chance to stare at her for a few seconds.

If I would be the lucky man to be her boyfriend, I would stop my job and would not let any insects hop onto her glowing and scented skin.

Unfortunately, she was a human, and I was a wolf. Our kinds won't fit together with no matter how hard we try. That's one of the rules between the wolves.

I can please her. Give her the kind of sex she wanted me to. But that's gonna be all of it. Nothing more, nothing less.

And she was just the President's virgin daughter who was simply curious about how does it feel to have sex with someone. She doesn't want to get left behind, so she took courage.

Good thing I was the one who got chosen by Mother Lily. If she falls for the wrong stripper, she will probably regret it for the rest of her life.

After putting her body on the bed, I put a note on the table that if she wanted to tell her friends about the experience, they could reach out to me.

It's the least I could do to make sure I could pay back her additional ten thousand dollars for accompanying her in the room.

In the morning, if not because the rumbling and bitterness of my stomach had to wake me up, the boisterous music from our neighbors does.

Shit.

How much did I drink last night? I was supposed to be a wolf with a boosted body system. But how come the alcohol had made my head about to explode?

"You looked terrible last night, Brother Archie. Your big boss was still the devil as he is?" My brother smiled with a hot cup of coffee in his hands.

About this big boss. That was a fucking lie. I lied to him that I worked in a big company in New York City. Office works.

Don't want him to know about my fucking and embarrassing job. He was my little brother. We were supposed to be honest with each other.

He had high expectations of me. Disappointing him will be the last thing I would do. I love my brother more than myself. He was the only gem that was left in me.

That's one of the reasons I have been working so hard to fulfill everything he will ask.

He then reached out the coffee to me. "Yeah. I just hoped I could find a better job sooner." I retorted before I snatched the cup from him. "Thanks."

"You want to give up your work? What if you could not find another job? I don't want to travel again, Brother Archie. Please stay in your job. Don't worry, you can cut off my allowance in half. I'm gonna beg those humans on the streets if I have to."

Shit. Those words had squeezed my heart, body, and soul so badly. I'm a fucking liar to my brother. But I don't want to cut off his allowance either.

"Don't worry, baby. Even if I have to quit my job, that doesn't mean I could not find another job. New York is a big city. Did you forget?" I faked a smile to ease off his worries and fears before I rubbed his head.

"That you are the best brother in the world?" he slid closer and wrapped his arms around me. And that was my relief.

Right after his school bus headed out, I went back to the apartment to search on the website for available jobs that would seem fit for my experience.

After failing my job last night, I'm afraid the news had already reached Mother Lily. Or worse to the President.

The second I woke up in bed, it was the first thing that came to mind. I was bothered but because Noah was with me, I did not show him that kind of feeling.

I'm afraid they were now looking for me, especially since I took the extra ten thousand dollars behind Mother Lily's knowledge. Or worse, cops are on their way now to my apartment.

What I did last night will be considered a robbery. However, I just realized I don't have any experience other than my work as a stripper.

But because of what happened, I'd be unwelcome to work in the club anymore. So, the first thing I did was switch off my phone, checked my savings, and packed up our stuff.

While waiting for my brother to head home, I searched us a new place. It'll be better if no one from the club, even Joseph, would know our whereabouts.

Three hours later, I found us a new place. But this time, it was a bit smaller than our previous apartment. I need to save a bit this time, especially since I am AWOL from the club.

A few days later, the money I took from her was almost gone. I did not expect it would be more costly in our new place.

Aside from I still don't have a job, my brother was no longer taking the free bus every morning, picking him up, and in the afternoon, bringing him home.

For that same reason, I left out of options but to reach out to Joseph. He's the only one I knew who could help me with my case.

"What the fuck, dude? Where have you been? We've been trying to call you like a million times. We also went to your apartment, but it was already emptied. We thought something happened to you after the night with Miss Celine."

Those were the words that greeted me from the other line of the phone. And I was like, still digging into my brain about what to say to him.

"I guess you needed something that's why you reach out to me now, don't you?" Though it sounded sarcastic, I knew he did not say that on purpose. One to mention it was the truth.

"I'm so sorry, dude. I really do. My brother and I got a new place. And I'm already out of budget."

"How can I help you with it? Dude, you know that I also had a family to feed, remember? I'm so sorry, I can't lend you some money."

I can't blame him. I was fully aware of his situation.

"A job. Could you help me find a job? And could you please don't tell anything to Mother Lily about this call, will you?" I said back.

"What do you mean not telling Mother Lily? Dude, the old man was also worried about you. Are you even listening to me?"

My profound thoughts got interrupted by his question. "Yeah. I'm still here dude. What do you mean the President's daughter, I mean Celine kept looking for me?"

"Don't know. Mother Lily only mentioned Celine wants to talk to you. Extend her appreciation for sucking her pussy with your nine-inch dick?" Joseph bursts out his teasing chuckles from the other line.

"Come on, dude." I transferred the phone to my other ear. "I'm fucking serious. Were they mad at me?" Then I jumped out of the bed and slid to the dining table to check what my brother left for me.

Afterward, I put the phone on speaker. If Joseph could not help me this time, I would just endure looking for a job as far away from the club.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Who said they were mad at you? Were bringing flowers to the club for consecutive days mad at you? Dude, Celine seemed to like you. I could just give him a photo of you since you were in a mask that night. But because I just got your call a week after she stopped delivering you such lovely flowers, I did not give him one."