He was left aghast to see himself in a reflection from a glass door afar. "I'm fucked!" He sighed. Then he laughed. He decisively pressed the red button on his phone to cut the call. He did not say anything to the person on the other line. He was a bit horrified to see himself. He felt his words definitely described how he looked right at the moment. He was fucked, literally, metaphorically, and ironically speaking. And maybe more!His lab gown was kept the way he had them, wearing neatly with his buttoned shirts underneath, but his dress pants and boxer briefs were slid down to the floor and pooled on his ankles. His left hand was holding the urinal for patients. His right hand was holding his now flaccid soldier of pleasure. His head was bent sideways to clip the phone in his shoulder as he talked to Trisha over it. "Denny, you're a stupid fool!" He knocked on his head with so much self-reproached. The only good thing is that he did not make any mess with his cum anywhere in the
Time was running fast and slow. Time seemed to slow for Denny as he looked forward to its end and saw his "wife." He used the term clearly put an off-limit sign with how the restaurant manager was sending flirty signals to him earlier. She may look decent and professional, but Denny has seen a lot of women in his adventurous life that he can tell when someone is hitting on him, even in their smartest subtlest ways. He did not think about the word "wife" before the manager came to explain the issue of his orders. Even if he did not have a wedding ring on his finger to prove the word he was married, he believed that his words were enough to warn the lady not to overstep an invisible line between the customer and the service provider. Unknown to Denny himself, that is one reason why he is fascinated with Trisha so much. She seems to fit in everything he likes. Even without saying the words he expects from her, Trisha is self-aware and very much conscious never to offend him, except for
"In the ancient times, during the reigns of royalties. Concubines had to undergo such vaginal check-ups before they were sent to the royal's chambers. Not to be a queen, just for sexual pleasures," added the doctor."Wow! This girl is really one of a kind!" Trixie exclaimed. "I cannot say I am totally sorry for her to be in this kind of job. It's as if she was made for this," she added with a gleeful snort. "Well, I guess everyone has their perfect place to be in. Let's just hope this girl finds only what she deserves," the doctor nodded her head as she welcomed positivity in her thoughts."I will make sure to do my very best she does. What happens beyond my capacity and best efforts would be out of my hands," Trixie sighed. "God knows my heart. That is all that matters." Trisha was talking over the phone, but as she did not get any response from her former trainer Trixie, she paused to check if the lines were still connected. It was!"Hello? Trix?" There was no answer, although th
The two ladies' conversation ended after a good hour. Trixie promised to visit the club and meet Trisha's client herself when she finds the time in her busy schedule. Trisha took it as a formality, but Trixie was speaking from her heart. Trixie wanted to know who is Mister Vero for many reasons. But all in concern for Trisha, her most treasured and dearest student.She is very fond of Trisha, and she would like to make sure she is in good hands and doing well in everything if possible. But Trisha answered with humbleness, although done in the way of joking, to decline her plans to see the girl at work because Trisha claimed that Trixie was already busy with many things. It might be true, and honestly, Trixie would never bother her students once they are out of her management in training, but for this girl, Trixie is willing to bend her rules. Trisha is almost like a daughter to her, although they have just been together in the day times within the six months that she trained the servi
Carlo wanted to chase her for a kiss, but as she asked if she could do as she wished, he stayed passive. He let her do things her way. He watched as she unbuttoned his black shirt and her kisses traced her hands after each button was undone, ravishing his exposed skin as soon as she could."Ahhhhhh..." He bit his lower lip in excitement at how Trixie was expertly handling him around.With his hands idly spread down on the armrest of his chair, Trixie pulled a cushion nearby and dropped below her to kneel on it after spreading Carlo's legs wide open to make space for her. But not before slowly pulling her all-white mini-dress seductively right in front of him.Trixie deliberately chose to wear white tonight to symbolize losing her virginity. It was a kind of way to honor her first time, even for herself alone. She wanted to say she is proud she was able to keep herself a virgin until today despite life circumstances. Now, she was not regretful in any way. She will be twenty soon, and t
After Trisha's conversation with Trixie, she unpacked the boxes on the paper bag Mister Vero gave her last night. She was ecstatic to realize that the things in front of her right now would play so much of a big help for her. She started to fit them one by one. She wanted to see which among them Mister Vero would like her to wear. She would love to wear them one by one and walk like a model on a runway in front of him, but she was told to choose one among them and wear it to his booth tonight. She prepared a front-open dress to top the lingerie. She tried a royal blue, silk, open bra and crotch babydoll lingerie. The upper cloth had a cloak-like fabric to cover her back and sides, but the front was open, exposing her breasts and all the way down her crotchless pair of panties with the same color. The bra was not even covering anything as her breasts poked the whole flesh out of its cups. Trisha checked herself in her full-length mirror, turned from side to side, and then checked her
Trisha was already in Mister Vero's private booth when the message arrived. She was squeezing herself to get cleaned up with the use of a soft cloth, liquid bath soap, and the warm water in the sink basin. She scrubbed her body with the wet cloth lathered with soap, rinsed its soap, and wiped her body clean again. She made sure her private parts were clean without splashing water in the toilet cubicle. It wasn't built for taking a shower, so she had to be careful about creating any puddle of water. She could have taken a better shower at the common bathroom in the service girls' quarters, but as she was worried something might happen to displease Mister Vero again, here she was, cramping to get thoroughly cleaned up in a very narrow space, no-shower toilet in a booth."If there is a will, there is a way," Trisha humored herself. And in her mind, she has too many wills to count not to find a way.The will to keep her job.The will to please and keep her client.The will to earn and pr
Despite knowing all rationality, the young girl still felt aggrieved. And she could not smile as sweetly as she was supposed to. Denny was about to take a bite of food on his own, but as he lifted his eyes, he saw a drop of tears on the table next to Trisha's food. He froze from his seat, and his eyes slowly traveled up to her face. "Trisha...?" The girl was looking down on her food. Denny could not see her face clearly, so he called her name to make her look up to him. And she did. "..." Trisha was swallowing her spit with so much difficulty. "What's wrong?" asked her client.In Denny's eyes, her smile was too unnatural. Her face was sporting a sad smile, with her lips' corners upturned, but her eyes were clouded with tears. His voice and tone were soft and gentle this time and Trisha felt her emotions pop like an over-puffed balloon. "Please, don't be mad at me," Trisha sobbed with her hands covering her lips.Denny was startled. He frowned, paused to stare at her, and asked ag
“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