Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
"Welcome to Sweet Haven.” The receptionist sweetly greeted the arriving guests at the entrance desk.Sweet Haven is a place not so many commoners could go. The clients here are required to join a membership that states their status in society. It is to protect both the clients as well as the establishment from any scandal or anything that would blemish their reputations. And also protecting the service girls from any form of abuse, since some clients tend to have fetishes. The cost is expensive but the service is to its fullest. As long as both parties are aware of their deal, the management will bind them in a contract and monitor the proceedings. They will be ready to assist any of the concerned parties who would appeal or complain about anything. Service girls are trained to serve their clients. From flirting, submission, and dominance, to whatever the client would require of her.“I made my reservations, right?” The man asked, looking tired and needing booze. He is just in the rig
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 m
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
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi