Chapter 4

### At Mike's Villa

Lara frowned as she listened to the two security men, and the hefty man driving the car stepped out.

“Come on, go! Let him search you!” the hefty man said.

Lara shuddered in fear. “No... he cannot touch my breasts.”

James laughed; all the men were black, and he admired Lara's figure. She wasn't wearing a bra under her larger breasts. “What do I need your breasts for? Answer me now! Or do you want to stay outside while they drive in?”

Lara shuddered again. “No.”

Lara frowned when Janet walked up to her side. “Go, Lara. Let him search you. I doubt he will do anything silly. Just endure his touch.”

“It’s easy for you to say, but he can’t touch me,” Lara protested.

Lara still refused, and James called out, “Peter!”

The hefty man replied, “Yes?”

“Take only the first lady inside. Let her stay here,” James ordered.

Lara replied, “No... Okay, come and search me now.”

James smirked and ordered her, “Come over here!”

Lara frowned and walked up to meet James, who licked his lips, as Lara had larger breasts compared to Janet, whose breasts were small like oranges.

“Hands up now!” James commanded.

Lara raised her hands, and James, a man in his 30s, dipped his right hand into her dress and fondled one of her breasts. Lara heard him moan a little, making her shudder away from him.

“I'm not done searching you!” James yelled.

“No,” Lara replied.

She frowned, realizing that this was not how James had searched Janet.

The second security man, named Simon, asked, “James, what's taking so long to search her? The boss is already calling me to find out if Peter has arrived.”

James frowned and responded, “I’m almost done searching her. Turn around!”

Lara turned, and the shameless security man named James slid his right hand underneath her dress and grabbed one of her buttocks.

“Ah! He's harassing me!” Lara gasped.

“James!” Peter warned.

Peter's eyes narrowed at James. “I’m going to report you to the boss, James. You’re taking too long just to search her.”

“No, Peter, you can’t report me. I’m only doing my job,” James replied.

“Job indeed. Get in the car, ladies,” Peter said.

Lara and Janet finally got inside the car, and Lara was grateful that Peter had scolded the foolish security man for grabbing her buttocks.

As they drove up to the mansion, Peter parked the car. Lara and Janet both stepped out, and Lara was mesmerized by how beautiful the white mansion looked.

The mansion was a stunning duplex, appearing even more beautiful in a 3D setting, complete with a swimming pool at the front and decorated flowers surrounding it.

Lara and Janet walked toward the mansion's entrance and met two more security men who scanned them with a touch scanner, checking them from head to toe. One of the men spoke, “Give me your phone.”

“Okay,” Janet responded.

Janet handed over her phone, and the fourth security man stared at them in silence.

The third security man then said, “You can go inside, and you too.”

Lara gulped and finally followed Janet into the exquisite mansion.

Lara was surprised; although Janet had told her that the housemaster hosted many ladies. However, stepping into the beautiful living room revealed a dead silence, broken only by the sound of the television.

Lara glanced around and saw a man step out of a door and walk up to them.

“Hi, I’m Joseph Wilson, a butler. Welcome to our humble home. This way, please,” the butler said.

Nervously, Lara followed Janet and Joseph upstairs, still amazed at how magnificent and beautifully decorated the interiors were.

Upon reaching the second floor, Joseph pushed a door open. “You both can go inside and wait, but don’t speak to each other,” he instructed.

“Okay, sir, thank you. We understand,” Janet responded.

Lara and Janet walked into the executive parlor and sat down on the sofa bed. Lara could hear the faint sound of a shower running in one of the rooms.

Lara had many questions for Janet, but since they were instructed not to speak, she gulped and sat in silence.

Meanwhile, Mike Ernest was finishing his bath and stepped out, wrapped in a clean white towel. He knew his guests had arrived, as he had called Simon to check if Peter had brought them.

Stepping out of his inner bedroom and into the parlor, Mike stared at the two beauties seated on the couch across from him. One wore heavy makeup and looked familiar in a bitchy way, while the other sat calmly and nervously in his view. He wondered where Madam Alora had found the calm lady.

Mike had never slept with any of Madam Alora's ladies before, and now, looking at the two before him, he found himself more intrigued by the calm lady who didn’t want to look at him.

As he walked fully into the sitting room, Janet couldn’t help but ogle at him as she greeted, “Good evening, sir,” smiling.

Lara kept quiet but finally glanced at Mike, who was truly handsome as Janet had described. “Good evening, sir,” Lara greeted.

“Welcome. How are you ladies doing?” Mike asked.

“I’m fine, and you?” Lara replied.

Mike stared at Lara's face; her voice ignited an exquisite flame of desire in him that was both hot and enchanting. He remained silent as Janet continued, “I’m also fine, sir. Nice to meet you again.”

“Okay. I hope you ladies know why you’re here?” Mike asked.

“Yes,” Janet said.

“No,” Lara responded.

Mike stared at Lara again and hummed. “It’s alright. I don’t do two ladies at a time, and today I feel particularly hot and in need of some fun. Since we’ve met before, I don’t think it’s necessary to continue this. I like changing the ladies I host so as not to get too attached. I’ve previously spoken to your Madam about this, so why has she still sent you here?”

Janet frowned but didn’t respond to Mike, while Lara looked from Janet to Mike in confusion.

“Go outside and wait for her. You will meet with Joseph, who will show you to a room to rest. As for you... what’s your name?” 

Mike's gaze fell on Lara, who looked pretty with her jaw dropped in surprise.

“Lara Almond,” she replied.

“I see... While Lara stays here with me, now leave us,” Mike commanded.

Janet stood up sadly, aware of Mike's influence and that he could harm her if she disobeyed. She quietly exited the wine-colored parlor, and Lara also stood to leave, surprising Mike.

“And where are you going, miss?” Mike asked.

“Huh, I thought you asked us to leave?” Lara clarified.

“Not you. Only her. Come with me,” Mike said.

“No,” Lara protested.

Mike paused and stared at Lara, bewildered.

“What do you mean by ‘no’? Don’t you know why you’re here? Come now!” he insisted.

Lara shuddered and refused to move. Mike walked over to her, irritated that she was wasting his time. He was supposed to be done with her by now and possibly sleeping in his room. But here he was at 10 PM, still coaxing her to follow him into his bedroom.

Pissed off, Mike approached Lara and tried to grasp her left arm to follow him into his bedroom. Just then, his towel slipped off, falling to the ground and revealing his impressive manhood to Lara.

“My goodness!” Lara gasped.

Immediately, she turned her gaze away from Mike, who was shocked by her reaction, especially since Janet had already been sent away.

“Are you trying to play with me or what?” Mike asked.

Lara shivered. “No.”

She took several steps back, wanting to avoid looking at him, especially since he was now undressed in her presence.

“Please, sir, let me go,” she begged.

“Shut up and come with me now, before I call my men to throw you out this minute!” Mike threatened.

Lara shuddered, wondering why everyone wanted to throw her out. Finally, she locked eyes with Mike, who was walking towards his bedroom door without bothering to retrieve his towel from the tiled floor.

Mike paused at his bedroom door and looked back at her, their gazes meeting.

“Pick up that towel and bring it to me now. One more delay from you, and you won’t like what I’ll do tonight,” he warned.

Lara gulped; she had never been with a man before. She wondered, *So this is what Janet does in the city—sleeping with different men for money?*

Tears started to fall as she walked to pick up the towel, fearing that Mike would indeed throw her outside. Lara didn’t even know her way around the city; she had just arrived and hadn’t even rested before being sent to a man’s house.

Lara realized that this was the pattern Madam Alora would follow—sending her to different men’s houses for money. She started crying harder in the parlor, refusing to enter his bedroom.

Meanwhile, Mike waited for Lara to come inside, amused by her stubbornness, he remembered he never liked to pamper the ladies, as he knew they were primarily interested in money, not in him.

Frustrated that Lara was testing his patience and delaying his evening, he stood angrily from his bed and walked back into the parlor to confront her, only to find her sobbing.