He was just too stressed at work and he did not think he was in any good condition to be with a woman unless it was paid sex. Just to be fair, because he might get out of control and hurt his partner in bed, intentionally or not. Recently, he has been so sensitive that he is afraid he might get annoyed by too much noise from a woman moaning in pleasure while in bed.
But neither could he be too rude to shut a woman down unless he knew he was paying her for sex and so he could order her to do everything that would please him, pleasing him alone, if that is what would make him feel better. The effort won’t be necessary for him to return whatever pleasure he is receiving when he is with a service girl, because the girls here are properly oriented on what and how to act when they are with a client.
“Ahmm… Sir…?” the service girl nervously uttered.
His stares were making the service girl feel uncomfortable. She could feel he was eye-raping her, but as he was not saying anything, it was making the service girl doubt her thoughts were right. She was torn between running away or approaching him even more seductively. Imitating her trainers. But right now, she was burning hot in both embarrassment and the way he was intently gazing at her.
Seeing her exposed skin turn fiery red, he was starting to feel aroused. He kept his look fixedly at her as he lifted his right hand’s index finger in a come over here gesture. She sauntered her way to him. Her mind was different from her body. She was mentally aware she had to make this man pleased with her, but her body was so timid. She had a view of confidence and hesitation all in one.
Denny Vero was even more entertained. He was convinced this girl was brave. A beautiful and courageous kind of girl. It turns him on even harder. When she was only a few steps closer, she stopped, and he checked her posture. He checked her out without concealing his ogling stare. The girl was even more embarrassed. She might even faint if she wasn’t brave enough.
“Turn around…” Denny commanded in a low voice.
And she did, but her actions were done so abruptly. As if it was her chance to hide her face from him.
“Again. Slowly this time...” The client commanded again.
And she did. Slowly she turned around again.
She felt her confidence come back with just a quick breath with her back to him and came around again just like how she was trained. She turned around and stopped. Facing him with a bright smile. She was smiling, but her heart was pounding. She really hoped she was able to hide her less confident mien.
“What’s your name?” Denny asked, his eyes were still intently gazing at her.
He wanted to touch her, but he was still trying to hold his sanity as he still needed to know her name and tell her his order of drinks. He waited to hear her sweet, gentle voice again. His ears were almost flapping in excitement to hear her speak again.
“Trisha, sir. My name is Trisha.” The service girl answered politely.
Trisha, her name in Sweet Haven, is Aleah Silver, a college student taking Accountancy, who had to give up her studies and work in a men's club to earn more than the minimum wage that she could get from any part-time job she could ever manage to find in her urgent need to pay her mom's medical bills.
A few months ago, while on her way home from work, Trisha's mom was found almost half-dead by the side of the road. There was no way to find out what happened to her because the only surveillance camera closest to the scene was not working. It did not capture anything helpful for the authorities to find which car or who was behind the accident. It was only after the patient was brought to the hospital and checked that her family found out she had been hit by a car, taking from the injuries she got and based on the location where she was found.
But because Trisha's mom was a victim of a hit-and-run case, the cost of her medical assistance fell on the family's shoulders. A family in which Trisha was the next adult in line. Her dad died on duty a few years back in the Military and her brother is still in his last year in senior high. She was desperate to earn money because the doctors told them, Trisha and her brother, that their mom's condition was too critical and needed urgent medical attention, costly medical attention.
Who wouldn't take such an offer when the pay is a few ten thousand a month?
Who would still take a moment to stop and think if every minute counts because her mom was in an oxygen tank which might get plugged out if she did not get to pay her bills the soonest possible?
For Trisha, she was willing to sell her soul in her deepest desire to save her mom. And just think about the consequences later of her actions now. So, when a person lent her hand to help Trisha by giving her a calling card with only a name and a phone number on it and telling Trisha it might help, she did not hesitate. The person who gave her the calling card was the assistant manager of the art professor who hired Trisha to pose for his students while painting her portrait. It was because Trisha asked for more gigs so she could earn more, but when she told her the amount she needed to gather, the assistant shook her head and, with a reluctant mind, handed her the calling card.
"I am not so sure I should give you this, but think about it and decide for yourself," the assistant said with a wary heart. "But with the amount of money you need for your mom, I believe you will earn maybe more with the beauty you have."
Trisha did not dally. She called the number and met the person she talked to over the phone. She was told where to go and briefed on the arrangements. She told them her reasons with the proof of her mom's bills and her situation. The manager saw the sincerity and honesty in Trisha's words that they offered to give her a loan after a month of training. A training session that lasted months and today is her first official working day. And now, she is in front of her very first client. Gaining her poise back, she was already feeling a bit confident. She was trained, and this situation had been in their training. The only difference is how his reactions are more intense, making her feel even more nervous. But looking at how he is pleased with her beauty, her confidence was boosted. “Hmmm… Trisha..." Denny murmured. He almost cursed when he saw her smile as he called her name. " I’ll have my usual order….” he declared. Denny didn’t want to wait too long whenever he was there for relaxa
During her training, Trisha was too eager to get her official first day as a service girl, attending to clients and not just an errand girl around as she watched and observed how things are and should be done. Being an errand girl does not make her earn, not even tips, it was like being an intern with no compensation at all. So she did all she could to make her days of training end soon and be sent to a client. Trisha was taught in her training that men have different preferences. And so, they should try a slow pace at first and see if the client would demand speed and see what would satisfy them. "Just like learning how to drive, you should start slow, and when you get the grip of it, you can adjust and your client won't have to tell you what and how to do things again when you serve him," the trainer said during one of her training sessions. "Do not neglect a spice of teasing techniques, just do not overdo it." Recalling what she had learned from her training, Trisha was determi
Denny wanted to do more. But he knew the rules.Extra service has boundaries. If the service girl is okay with all the way, the client can do anything he pleases, but if a service girl has declared a limit, clients can only have a blowjob, cock in between tits fuck or lap dance or rubbing as what they are doing now.Instead of asking verbally, his hand started to find out for himself what he could get from this service girl whom he was enjoying so very much.Her coquettish response to his pleasuring touch gave Denny a clear sign that she was willing to take this deal somewhere he wished to go. She was so enslaved by his magical erotic touch that she could feel herself burning with carnal desires. She was young, and yes, she was new to all of these heavenly tastes of pleasure. And so she begged for more. More of this delightful indulgence."Please...?" She was unaware of what she was asking for. But her body was more direct and honest. She was swirling on his lap as he seemed to press
“Ohhhh… Fuckkkkkkk!”“Ugggh! Ugggh! This feels so good. "Denny was never one to praise a paid sex. He always believed that he was paying, so he deserved all the pleasure he can get. But today, he was so vocal about expressing his reactions. "I love this tight little pussy! Fuck!" He could feel his end dawning. "I don’t wanna end this yet, but the night is still young." He was actually convincing himself to let go. As for the girl, she would just do whatever her client would wish her to do. "But, we can do it all over again. Would. You. Like. That?” He said in his bedroom voice in between his thrusts.She just came, but she could feel a new sensation of orgasm building up again.“Yes. Ohhhh... fuck!!!"Her first sex with her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, felt so painful that she could swear she never enjoyed it. Now she was feeling way too different from how she felt then.She is mewling and swirling her body, feeling his huge girth amazingly inside of her.Letting his strains free, he expl
Denny frowned in wariness. He does not want even the thought of her doing everything she did to him earlier being done to another client. It angers Denny to no end."I can assign her to serve drinks and simple orders while she waits for you," the manager politely answered. "Would that be fine with you, Sir? As you know, we are in need of more service girls as of now. We need everyone to assist and fill in the task. But I will make sure Trisha does not take extra orders as you requested, but you will have to pay her base earnings for the night.""Agreed. How much do I have to pay to make sure she doesn't give her extra service to anyone else than me?" Denny asked nonchalantly. "I will have to make a call and see if my boss can take one so I can answer your queries, Mister Vero," Sandra courteously replied. "My deals and demands take effect right after I leave this place. Are we clear?" Denny took a sip of his drink while Sandra was still in a dilemma. Noticing how the manager could
The man intently stared at the woman. He was inwardly contemplating if he should take her question as an honest innocent sin, or was it a part of her training to put him into a sensuous dilemma.Whatever was in Denny's mind was too difficult for Trisha to get even the simplest grasp of it. And as the client was too silent, it made her fear for herself, thinking she might have crossed a line."I'm so sorry for asking..." She apologetically murmured, with her chin almost pinning her chest.Trisha felt awkward about him staring at her with an unreadable facial expression. He didn't look mad, but by not answering, the service girl mistook it as he did not like being asked of anything."I will tell you about that later," he answered. "Tell me, Trish, what made you decide to work here?"Denny's stares did not leave Trisha's face. He was eager to hear what she was going to say, also he was trying to make a good guess of her age, but he could not tell. She is a tall, well-built physique for a
It was almost midnight when Denny decided to leave Sweet Haven.But he was still hesitant. Denny did not want to leave Trisha behind. He wanted her by his side all the time. However, recalling how long he had spent time in this place tonight, he called it a night before the clock struck two am. And he also made sure she wasn't to give extra service to anyone else than him. It comforted Denny somehow. He can come back again tomorrow after work to see and enjoy a good time with her. So he was relieved.His visit became regular. He goes to work in the morning, comes to see Trisha after work, and stays until midnight to have a good time. He feels like she is his life and work-stress reliever. She would massage his temples when he felt like having a headache. She would make him forget how difficult a day had been with her service. He feels like a god with all her dedicated worshiping. Her soft and kind personality warms his heart from whatever coldness it stubbornly holds. Denny could tell
She started by stripping her clothes off ever so seductively, dancing to inaudible music of sexual desire, swaying her lascivious body before she sat in her comfortable but lustful position right in front of Denny. Then started touching herself in alluring, tempting, and illicitly desirable ways.Now she was crawling her way up to his lap to do just as he asked. She was to ride his cock slow and easy. Denny wanted to touch her, but Trisha clasped both her hands with his as she slowly lowered herself to his huge girth."Fuuuuuckk..." Denny groaned in pleasure. His cock had been waiting to feel the warmth of her heavenly cave."Ahhhhhh..." Trisha moaned with equal pleasure. His piercing always makes her feel like it's their first time. She cannot help herself from pussy gripping his magnificent tool every time it penetrates her. She squirms without even knowing it. Her toes curl, and even if Denny does not ask, she cannot help but take it slow and easy. Savoring the sweet tingles she ca