The President's Daughter: Selling Virginity

After Joseph muttered what they have discussed the other night, I had my meal, put a note on the table for my brother, and grabbed my black facemask as requested.

An hour before the scheduled time, I solemnly stayed on one of the couches in the lobby of the hotel she booked for us while carrying my phone, staring at her photo.

The worst part, was I could barely determine who she was amongst those classy females wearing their glimmering long gowns coming in and out of the hotel.

One to mention they were all wearing facemasks and haven't gotten the chance to have her scent. Fifteen minutes before the scheduled time, I moved out of my seat and rushed to the elevator with my heart pounding.

Shit. What's going on? I shouldn't be feeling this way for work. For sex. I have had sex a thousand times for a year already and no one has ever made me feel like this shit.

The worst part was that my arms and legs were trembling tremendously while waiting for the door of the elevator to open.

I'm not sure if that was because it was my first time having sex with someone I haven't seen yet or because she was the President's daughter.

That every tiny piece of mistake would also be my downfall. As soon as the door of the elevator got opened, I heaved a profound sigh, trying to release the heavy tension from my chest.

And I was trying to stay calm as possible I can. I think I can do this. Just think of her as my ordinary customer.

Cool. In front of me was her room number. A luxury room. Of course, she was the President's daughter. She could afford the price no matter how expensive the room was.

As hard as I tried to stay calm was as fast as my heartbeats were. When I reached my trembling hand to the doorknob, it suddenly got opened as though it had a body sensor.

But I found no one behind the door. So, I quickly enhanced my wolf's senses, tracing that someone was inside. And there she was, in the toilet, facing the mirror.

What is she doing?

"Shit. What am I doing?" I muttered to myself as I was simply standing in front of a slightly opened door.

"Please come on in. And don't forget to put your mask on," her voice was too soft and gentle. But it was undeniable she was feeling overwhelmed.

It was also undeniable my eagerness to see her real face and wonder. Her father holds the top position in the country, yet I haven't got the chance to do some digging if he had a daughter.

And why? Why does she have to pay for someone to have sex with? Does she think she's ugly? Ugly enough that no one dares escort or have sex with her?

"If you're the room attendant behind that door, all my orders were already delivered. Thanks. But I was waiting for my friend now," she added. And her scent was heading now to the corner. Heading to the bed.

A friend, huh? That made me wonder what she was really up to. So, I put my black face mask on and stepped inside the room with my pounding heartbeats starting to mute.

Yeah. Should have happened earlier. Or shouldn't have happened. Not on my thousand and fifty-first sex to be specific.

As soon as I reached a meter away from the bed, our eyes locked with each other. She was trying to read my eyes. So did I to her.

However, the one thing I noticed from her as soon as my eyes landed on hers was her goddess beau. She had long black shining hair. Pointed nose. And her eyes were so expressive.

From where I was standing, I sensed her soft scented red lips. But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her.

Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces.

I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes.

"Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast.

Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

And for the record, her breast looks perfect in her size. If given the chance tonight would be successful, I can rest for a few days for this kind of job. Would just focus on my little brother's future.

"Should I take off my clothes now?" she added while staring at me from head to toe.

Shit. Why would she ask that in front of me? Wasn't taking off her clothes my job like I always do to the rest of my customers?

"No. Just put them on, please." I respectfully retorted before I slid to the bed. Put my backpack on the floor and applied a bit of my wolf's aggression rushing at her.

Before I jumped on the bed, I shortly took off my clothes until nothing was left but my undies.

"Wait." She quickly muttered partly mixed with regrets. To my surprise, she moved her face and pushed my chest a few inches away from her.

"Why?" could not help but ask. "Wasn't this what I am here for? To please you?" I said in an embarrassing tone.

It was at this moment I sensed her uncomfortable and regretful expression. I did not come here to get embarrassed. My job was to please her. Unless there was something Joseph forgot to inform me. Never expected this to happen.

"No... no! It's just…" she suddenly dropped her gaze from me. "It's just. I'm still a virgin. Please, don't get mad at me."

I don't know if it was a perfect opportunity for me to burst out laughing when she almost got me on that note. A virgin wanted to have sex with me. Who on earth would sell her virginity to a person wearing a black facemask?

Shit. She's fucking serious. What was this girl trying to prove? I sensed her heartbeat didn't go up or down. They were steady. And as one of my gifts as a wolf, she was fucking telling the truth.

So, I moved my entire body out of the bed and grabbed my clothes, and put them on. Even if I was standing behind her already, I still sensed her surprised expression.

"You shouldn't be doing that. You're still a virgin. And I was a fucking stripper. I'm not worth it. Surrender your fucking virginity to the one you love if you don't want to regret it for the rest of your life."

That was me speaking upfront based on experience. I was supposed to surrender my virginity to my mate but an old slut instead.

We, werewolves, were one of the most conservative when it comes to making love. Should have been with the one we love. With the one we should mate.

For that same reason, I regretted it for the rest of my life. I broke the wolf code. And I'm gonna bring that wickedness until the day I die.

But everything happened for a reason. And I was still looking at the bright side. If I did not do it, my brother and I would suffer a lot.

In due time, sex has been the source of my livelihood. Being a stripper had helped me lift and face the cruelty of the human world.

After putting on my clothes back, I reached for my backpack and slid towards the doorway.

"Please stay." She moved out of the bed and rushed towards me. To my surprise, she wrapped her arms around me, continuously begging me not to go.

We stood in front of the doorway for about twenty minutes. No matter how hard I tried thinking about the reason, there was nothing that came out of my helpless and curious mind about why she was doing it to herself.

This is absurd!

"Could you please stay with me for the night?" this time, she let go of her grip. "Don't worry, I'm gonna pay extra if you stay."

Money! Money! More money. Could not believe even a wolf could be that submissive when it comes to money.

Money was not introduced to us since my world began. For some humans, money was next to what they called God.

And I started believing that idea considering all things can be touched or not in the human world can be bought with money. Even dignity, body, and soul.

"Fine," I inhaled deeply but once. "But what are we gonna do in this room? For God's sake. This room was twenty times bigger than my apartment. Or more than that."

"I brought some imported wine. One of the most expensive wines in the world. Just have a drink with me. After that, you could sleep with me in bed."

Her smile was purely innocent. There was no trace of her face who could do such a thing if not because of this thing that was bothering her.

No wonder she's still a virgin. Or perhaps his father was so strict that she did this to herself.

"Just drink? No kiss. No hug. Just drink?" have to make it clear, especially when she said about us sleeping in one bed.

When I checked the time, it was as early as eight in the evening, and I still have at least ten more hours before my usual time to wake up.

However, a lot of things might have happened during those hours. From my point of view, she was not even good at drinking alcohol.

Three hours later, there she goes. The other side of her had taken over the situation.