Sandra did not know about Mister Vero not coming over tonight. Although she does not expect him to be present every night, Sandra noticed he had been around every night ever since he met Trisha. And with how possessive the SVIP seemed to be with his service girl, the Manager was not prepared to hear the news from Trisha. She was now worried other clients would ask Trisha to serve them extra service. So Sandra had to warn Trisha never to leave her post without a direct order from her, the Manager.Trisha did as told. She went to the receptionist's desk and found Rebecca with her assistant, Gilda. Trisha greeted the two with a meek smile."Hi Rebecca, Hi Gilda!""Hey, Trish!" Rebecca greeted the new service girl with a big smile. She wanted to ask the girl what happened to her last night, so she was chirpy to see Trisha."Manager Valk told me to stay here and help you guys since Mister Vero is not coming tonight," Trisha smiled widely back. undoubtingly unaware of why Rebecca was being
They are on good terms with Sandra, so they can freely throw jokes once in a while, and the manager won't mind.Before the clock struck six, the guests started to arrive. Trisha greeted every customer just like Gilda and Rebecca would do. She stayed in her post while Rebecca and Gilda ushered the guests to their booths, one after another, and sometimes, both the receptionists would be gone to assist the clients, and Trisha would be left behind.Around half-past seven in the evening, Zeth Newton came along with his friends. They were asking Trisha to lead the way to their booth. Trisha was the only one at the front desk and was having a hard time how to deal with her situation. The manager clearly told her never to leave her spot without her verbal and direct orders."For a while, sir," Trisha smiled sweetly as her nervousness faintly showed."Take your time, baby," Eric, one of Zeth's friends, answered teasingly as he bumped his shoulder. Eric noticed Zeth would not take his eyes off
Rebecca was from a booth where Matt and Trisha were about to pass by while Zeth and the others already did. Looking at the last pair, Rebecca could tell Trisha was horrified by her situation but helpless. She winked and replaced Trisha in Matt's arms by gently holding Matt by the hand and lifting it to wound around her shoulders instead of Trisha's."This girl is under surveillance by the manager," Rebecca playfully whispered in Matt's ear close to her. "She caused a penile fracture on one of the SVIPs," she made herself sound like Trisha is someone Matt and his friends should not ask for extra service.Matt stopped, shocked. He gazed at the girl he was holding, fazed, and let her slip off from his arms.Trisha quickly ran back to the receptionist's desk. Before she arrived at her post, leaned on the wall right after a turn in the corner, knowing she was able to escape a very chaotic predicament, she felt weak and slid down to sit in a squat position. She covered her face with both ha
"And may I know why?" Denny was hoping she would say because she missed him but what she said confirmed his intuitions earlier."I was almost dragged by a client to their booth which I am not supposed to do according to the manager's order," Trisha 32. Trappedanswered wearily."Were they asking for extra service from you?" Denny asked calmly."No, but I am not allowed to entertain guests so they won't ask me for extra service," Trisha replied courteously."Then why did you glare at me? You did not even want to take my hand to stand with my help," Denny asked with a frown. He started to walk with Trisha in his hold towards his booth.The service girl bit her lips in self-reproach."I am so sorry, sir," she timidly replied.Trisha could not tell him her honest thoughts as she would only sound sillier."You will have to work for that apology then," Denny whispered at her seductively."I have to let the manager know you are here. She might get upset if they found me missing at the front d
"Where is she?" Denny asked. He stepped out of his booth and looked at the hallway where she would be walking on her way back to the booth from the bar counter. He saw a group of people in the hallway, a few doors from his booth. Then he heard a woman's voice. Denny was about to turn around and get back on his seat when he saw someone in a purple dress dusting her hands as she tried to get up from the floor. He started to step forward. Now that two pairs of men and women went to walk ahead, the view became cleared for Denny to see."How dare you ruin my shoes! I will tell the manager, and you will pay for this!"Trisha carefully moved from her spot to avoid the shred of broken glasses around her as she got up. Fixing her dress hem that had run up her thighs, she answered calmly."Yeah, you should also tell her you intentionally blocked my way, and knowing I would be outbalanced with a tray in my hand, you sped your steps forward to bump into me," Trisha stood tall with her chin up aga
Denny watched Trisha's every move, every expression, and every emotion visible in her tiny little face. He was so amused at how she was trying to deal with everything righteously, despite the consequences of angering her client for waiting too long."What are you still doing there?" Denny asked casually. He wasn't angry, but he made his voice sound unhappy. "Do I have to wait for more?""Mister Vero, I cannot leave the hallway this way," Trisha replied wearily. "I am afraid someone might get injured if they slide on the wet floor," she explained.Denny pouted. He felt like his smile was about to show as he confirmed a thought of her trying to be rational despite making her client wait. Had she been another girl, Denny would have called for someone else to replace her the moment she got delayed. But his patience for this girl is quite impressive. She is even reasoning out, and here he is trying to justify her actions that she is right to think about what will happen to anyone who would
Just as he suspected, Trisha was hurt. Denny is a doctor. Although he doesn't practice this profession, he still knows how to check a patient, although it's been a while since he even acted like one. He was surprised at how natural his talent showed just because he was concerned about this girl. Rationally speaking, he was concerned for the service girl because she now happened to be out of shape to serve him with extra service. And it was something he was looking forward to the moment he headed this way. Knowing she was injured, upset the client. But Denny was also aware it was more than that. It was something he himself could not explain so he did not want to elaborate himself. And so, she doesn't have to know that. Aside from that, Denny is enjoying her worried look, so he is thinking about teasing her more."Now lie on my lap facing the floor," Denny commanded again. Pretending to ignore her injury and acting like he was not bothered at all. Trisha did not dally. She thought he w
Trisha knelt before Denny to unbuckle his belt. Their eyes were fixed on each other. Denny's gaze on her was full of unhidden lust, unparalleled pleasure, and beyond ecstasy as he anticipated every tingle of electrifying sensation of the service girl's hands, even the slightest touch of her skin on his body. While the client was greatly pleased, Trisha was simply doing everything according to her training. Every service girl was taught how to serve their clients to the best of their satisfaction. They were trained this way. They, as service girls, should speak with their eyes using a language of seduction and sensuality. Eye contact while undressing themselves or their client is a significant part of their role as pleasure providers. It adds to the excitement of the receiving end of the service. It pleases the client when they feel like their service girl is trying to connect deeper than the mere sex itself. It has the unspoken message of "you can do whatever you wish with me" and so