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4. ELENA ON THE SECOND FLOOR?
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Tommy Vester wasn't young anymore, but he was still single. Several reasons caused him not to have a partner even though most of his friends already had wives and even children.
The first reason was that it could be said that his look was below average. He had curly hair like his mother, and his face was wide like his father's. Nowadays, girls preferred guys with straight hair and small faces, so of course, he was not the girls' favorite.
The second reason for his pitiful state was his vicious personality. Even when he was lucky enough to find a girlfriend for himself, he would still waste his money sleeping with some prostitutes, and that was why no girl wanted to stay with him for a long time, let alone agree to marry him.
Even his mother often scolded him for it, but why should he listen to her when he knew that his mother was no better than him? His mother's lectures always went into his left ear before exiting his right, but there were no words that stayed in his head to make him realize his mistake.
Just like tonight when he was supposed to find his little sister, he ended up in "Ladder to Paradise," and the reason behind that was he couldn't hold back his desires.
A security guard greeted him at the entrance, and Tommy arrogantly stepped into the building without returning the greeting. He had heard of "Ladder to Paradise" before, but since it was out of town, he had never been there. Now that he was here, of course, he would not let go of the opportunity to taste some of the girls in that place. Were they really good?
It was a two-story building, and it was quite large. After entering through the entrance, Tommy stopped at a large room that resembled a hall where there were several sofas there. Maybe it was something like a waiting room where the guests could wait for their turn to enter the room with the prostitute they chose, and Tommy did get to see some of the men in the room.
He could also see several girls walking from the first floor to the second floor. There was a staircase that would take them to the second floor, and Tommy looked up surreptitiously to see what the second floor looked like.
From the first floor, he could see that the second floor had more rooms than the first, and he knew what kind of rooms they were. Of course, they were rooms where the prostitutes could serve their customers.
Suddenly, Tommy smirked as he thought that he would have a steamy night tonight, but then his eyes caught a figure that caused his body to freeze in place.
"That... that's Elena, right?" His eyes remained fixed on the second floor, and he was pretty sure that the girl who had just walked over the railings looked a lot like his younger sister who had been causing trouble for his family recently.
Even if he didn't have a good relationship with his younger sister because of their different personalities, he had watched his sister grow up all these years ago, and that was why he was pretty sure that the girl wearing the black mini dress was none other than Elena even if she appeared with short hair tonight.
Did his sister just cut her hair? Tommy didn't want to think about the trivial thing, and without thinking, he immediately brought his feet towards the stairs, only to be stopped by another girl who suddenly blocked his steps right in front of him.
Tommy was forced to stop his movements, and he frowned at the girl. "Why are you stopping me? I want to go upstairs, so you better step aside!" Annoyed, Tommy scolded the girl.
Judging from her appearance, it seemed that she was also a prostitute in that place. After all, her clothes were too revealing that she almost made him hard.
"Sorry, Master. You can only go upstairs after you've booked a girl and paid for her services. I've been watching you, and I'm pretty sure you've never met our boss to pay, and that's why I can't let you go upstairs."
Tommy had also heard how the prostitutes in that place used to greet their guests with the word "Master," and that almost made him hard too.
However, he knew that he still had other urgent matters he needed to attend to, and that was why he nervously glanced at the second floor before he turned to the girl in front of him again. "Where is your boss? I will book a girl and pay for her tonight, so please show me the way to meet your boss," grinding his teeth, he spoke to the girl.
The girl thought they would have another customer tonight, which was why she quickly nodded before leading the man to another room on the first floor. They then stopped in front of a door with "Boss" emblazoned on it, and the girl raised her hand to knock on it. A voice asked them to enter, but the girl only opened the door for the man before gesturing to enter.
Tommy was impatient, and that was why he rushed into the room before noticing how the girl closed the door once again. Right now, he was in the boss's room, and he could see a fierce-looking woman sitting behind a desk with a cigarette in her right hand.
"Ah, it's a new face," said the boss as she put her cigarette in the ashtray. "Please have a seat. I will let you know which girls are available to book tonight."
Even if the woman knew that it was a customer who had just entered the room, her voice sounded impolite, but Tommy didn't care about it. Instead, he decided to get straight to the point by saying, "I want to book a girl named Elena tonight. Just tell me the price, and I'll pay for it no matter how expensive it is."
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