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Danny “Go make yourself an awesome night, please,” Amber looks at me pleadingly, and I lower my gaze to see the many hundred-dollar bills in my hand. My brain cells are already doing some kind of dance to celebrate this, making me miss what she says next, but as I hear Elia respond with a grunt, I know that it wasn’t directed toward me anyway. Just as I’m about to turn towards her again, telling her that I want to watch the game with Arawn, she closes the door in my face, making me jerk back. “Aw, man,” I groan, pushing the crumbled bills into the pocket of my jacket. Elia sighs, laying his hand over my shoulder. “What did you want to do?” “Actually, I wanted to watch the game with Arawn tonight,” I respond, as he steers me to the elevator. Two armed men remain standing at the entrance while we ride down with the third man who was positioned in the apartment to protect Amber. “Sometimes plans get interrupted, but a man always has to be happy when the other gets to change his p
Game With The Mafia King Prologue
I was 15 when I first sold myself. Setting it up through a cousin of mine, I got quite good money for my virginity. And while the other girls were telling their awkward stories or crying over their heartbreak, I soon discovered that mine was quite the best way to go. Boys were idiots anyway. Pretty little puppies that were ready to pay to not be left alone. At the age of 17, I moved out and went to live in the city. My cousin knew a guy who owned a house where people like me could stay. Nobody asks questions, everybody minds their own business. I shared a room with a woman named Hoang Lan. She came from Vietnam. She had been sold out far younger than me, as her parents were poor and needed the money. A girl is just a burden in a world made for boys. The difference between Lan and me was that while I paid a provision to my cousin and was allowed to keep a bit of money for myself, she never saw a dime. Her pimp paid for what she needed, and the rest was sent directly to her parents. S
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Nerthus “She was everything I had.” I roll my eyes internally as I comfort the man crying next to me. “Oh, poor Max. I’m sure Yuppie will look down on you and is always with you.” Yes, he just lost his cat a few days ago. As I got off the streets, I was surprised how many men just booked me to talk or go out without even touching me. Society can be really hard on men without an appropriate companion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for any easily earned money. And I don’t enjoy a man’s touch particularly. But I’m not good with people. I’m better in bed. So, having people wanting to act as a babysitter or a shrink weighs on me. I prefer being fucked from the moment I get in, to the moment I get out. If there is no talking, it is even better. “Maybe there is something I can do, to make you feel better, Max?” I purr, moving my hand over his leg and he lifts his head out of his hands and stares at me incredulously. “You can’t bring her back, can you?!” He shouts before starting
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Nerthus Of course, I never have to wait long in such an outfit at this hour. I try to keep the conversation with my cabdriver to a minimum. Fortunately, he talks so much that I can keep my answers short. I really don’t like conversing with men when I’m not getting paid for it. He drives me across the buzzing city like he wants to establish a new record and I nearly get to re-taste my coffee. Arrived at the beautiful office building near Madison Square Garden, I take the elevator to a floor at a dizzy high. As I step out of the elevator, I enter a bumbling world of its own. My high heels clack on the tiled floor as I reach the large and elegant reception. The massive desk reflects the sand-colored tiles of the floors and outshines it with incorporated embellishments in gold and brown. The letters of the agency name thrones on it prominently, following the color pattern. Fabulous Companion Putting my hands on the chilly surface of the reception desk, I clear my throat before speak
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Nerthus I slip out of my heels with a sigh and throw my bag on my white couch in the living room. The happiness I feel every time I get home is something I still can’t believe. The money I spent on having it furnished in white and dark brown colors, to have it lined with white and grey tiles and to have the white walls worked in stucco, might be extortionate, but I don’t regret even a dime. I also put a lot of effort into decorating the rooms with fresh flowers and mostly yellow or pink home accessories. My love for modern art that I got to know through my many advanced trainings sponsored by the agency, manifests itself through the colorful artworks I have hanging on the walls. Apart from that, my apartment is pretty clinical. I don’t have anything personal on display. Not that I would have any pretty memories to disclose. I like to say that my apartment is just like me. Fully pragmatic. After taking a short shower, I slip into an oversized shirt and cotton shorts. While my pasta
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Nerthus “No long stares.” I nod, picking up a peanut from the bowl in front of me. “No girlfriend experience.” I plop another peanut into my mouth and chew while nodding again. “No small talk.” I point to Jenna, forming a gun with my thumb and my index. “That’s actually my favorite.” She giggles as she takes a sip of her white wine and wrinkles her forehead. “What are kawaii voices?” I point to my mouth, circling as I swallow. “It’s when you talk like a child. Some men like that, though.” Jenna distorts her face, taking another sip. “Oh, God. Yes. I once had a client I had to dress in a tutu for. And every time I got out of that hotel room, my vocal chords were bleeding.” I laugh, nodding. “I had one that wanted to be whipped while I talked to in such a voice. It was really disturbing.” “Gotta love the creeps.” Jenna says, taking a peanut. “But well, I prefer them to the brutes any moment.” Jenna sighs, munching. “Yeah.” She lies my phone back down on the counter and I ta
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Nerthus “Oh, no. He didn’t!” I laugh as I fight myself up the stepper. GiGi moves his hand down dismissively and grins. “Ah, babe. You know how much I love a walking red flag. All shapes and shades are alright for me.” I have to hold myself to the railings as I nearly trip over with laughter. My friend just told me how a guy got his number from him last night. Apparently, he had waited outside until he was about to close up the bar, just to hijack him. He was so agitated that he kept asking him while shouting out loud and now I can’t get the picture of my best friend being yelled at while he scribbles his phone number hastily down on a slip of paper out of my head. “But, puff, he was breath-taking.” “I’m dying. Please, stop it.” He grins as he keeps climbing the rolling steps and I let myself roll to the floor, to catch my breath. As I stand there, with my arms propped to my sides, my gaze meets the one of my fitness instructors. Derek lifts his arm as soon as our eyes meet to wa
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Nerthus The metallic doors open with a ding, and I get out, picking my phone out of my pocket. 35th floor, Aesir Industries. I have to smile again at the name but hide it swiftly by clearing my throat. Stepping through the large sliding door, I am welcomed by a petite elderly woman, waiting for me in front of the now emptied reception desk. “Aria?” I nod as I near her with a smile and am quite surprised as she holds out her hand for me to shake. “Oh, I’m Elinor. Welcome and thank you for coming.” “It’s my pleasure, thank you for having me.” And paying me. Following her through the offices, we reach a secondary elevator that transports us directly into the penthouse. I have to hold in my snicker as she repeats her boss’ wishes for me. “And don’t worry about him being quiet. He is not the talkative one. Therefore, any small talk has to be kept to a minimum.” She opens the door by holding a card against a panel next to the door and hands me the card. “This will get you out
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