EMMA POV
The room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the neon sign outside casting a soft,flickering glow through the half-drawn window. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, so loud I could barely hear the low rumble of his voice.
"You're a virgin?" Robert’s question hung in the air, as if suspended by the weight of his disbelief.
I nodded, unable to trust my voice. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly, though I quickly folded them in my lap, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His face, which had been calm, even smug moments earlier, was now an unreadable mask of shock and concern. He shifted his weight off me, sitting up abruptly as though the words had physically knocked him back.
He repeated, softer this time, almost as if asking for more confirmation, guess he didn't believe the truth "A virgin?"
His eyes searched mine, as though he were looking for some sign that I was joking, or playing some pranks, lying. But I wasn’t. It was actually the truth. I had never been with anyone, not in the way he had imagined. And I hadn’t intended for him to find out, at least not like this. But now that it was out there, the awkward silence between us stretched on, too long, too heavy.
I sighed, breaking the quiet. "Should that be a problem? You have been asking me and I kept saying yes,yes and you still don't believe me?" My voice was calm, more composed than I felt inside. I could see the gears turning in his head, the disbelief still etched in every corner of his expression.
For a long moment, he said nothing. His chest rose and fell in deep, deliberate breaths. I could sense he was processing, trying to reconcile the girl who had walked into his world tonight at the club as a stripper, with the word "virgin" now spinning in his mind.
I pressed on, unable to bear the silence any longer. "It shouldn’t matter, right? I mean, virgin or not, does it really change anything?" My voice wavered slightly, though I tried to stay firm, to keep the growing vulnerability at bay. "Yes, I’m a virgin. And yes, I came here tonight, to this club, on my own. No one forced me. I followed you here, into this room, because I wanted to." I paused, making sure the weight of my words landed. "So don’t feel guilty about it, and let’s just continue."
I reached out, pulling him back toward me. His body was stiff, reluctant even, though I could tell it wasn’t from lack of desire. It was something else,something deeper, more complicated.
Robert sat back again, his face dark with concern, maybe guilt. He couldn’t hide it, even if he wanted to. He ran a hand through his hair, then across his face, as if trying to rub away the confusion. He opened his mouth, closed it, then finally said, "Emma, this isn’t right…"
I cut him off. "I know what I’m doing okay…." I stood up, my feet hitting the cold floor with a soft thud. In one quick motion, I began undressing, peeling away my clothes, layer by layer, until I was standing there, fully exposed in front of him. Vulnerable. Yet somehow, I felt powerful in that moment.
"This is what I want for myself, sooner or later I am going to give it to another man but I would rather give it up here than anywhere else." My voice was steadier now, more certain. I was doing this for my mom, for her medical bills, for everything that weighed on me. Robert didn’t need to know all the reasons. He didn’t need to understand the weight on my shoulders. He just needed to do what we both came here for.
His eyes raked over me, but this time, there was no lust in them. Instead, I saw hesitation, confusion, and a flicker of something else I couldn’t quite place. His breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling faster now. He stepped forward, almost uncertainly, as if he were crossing some forbidden line.
"You’re sure?" he asked, his voice low, gravelly, as though he were fighting something within himself. His hand hovered near my cheek but didn’t touch me, not yet.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice soft but unwavering. "I'm sure."
For a moment, he hesitated, then slowly closed the gap between us. His lips found mine, gentle at first, testing the waters. There was a different kind of passion in his kiss now—less hurried, more deliberate. His hands brushed against my skin, sending a shiver up my spine, and then we were falling back onto the bed together.
His touch was slow, almost reverent. I could feel the conflict in him,his body wanting, his mind resisting. But I didn’t need his pity. I didn’t need him to overthink this. I needed him to see that I was choosing this. That I was in control of this moment, despite everything.
"Emma," he whispered my name against my lips, his breath warm and ragged. "This isn’t how it’s supposed to be."
I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. "It’s how I want it to be," I replied firmly. "Stop overthinking. Just… do it."
He exhaled sharply, his hands gripping my hips, his body finally relenting to the moment. But something had changed. The tension in the room was thick, not the kind of anticipation that comes before intimacy.
And then, just as his lips were about to meet mine again, he froze. His hand on my waist tensed, and he pulled away slightly, his gaze drifting to the side, lost in thought.
"I can’t," he muttered, sitting up fully now. "Emma, I… I can’t do this. Not like this."
My heart dropped. A wave of frustration and embarrassment crashed over me. "Why?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. "You don’t want me?"
"It’s not that," he said quickly, running his hand through his hair again, clearly frustrated with himself. "it’s not that. It’s just… I don’t want to be the guy who takes this from you. Not like this."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I sat up too, pulling the sheets around me, suddenly feeling exposed in a way I hadn’t before. "Takes it from me? I’m offering it to you, Robert. I chose this. I came here tonight knowing what I wanted, knowing what I needed. You’re not taking anything."
He shook his head, his eyes filled with a storm of emotions. "You’re not thinking straight, Emma. You’re doing this for the wrong reasons."
"Don’t tell me what my reasons are," I snapped, anger rising in my chest. "You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve been through, what I need to do. So don’t sit there and act like you’re some hero for stopping this."
Robert sighed heavily, clearly torn. "I’m not trying to be a hero. I just… I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow. I don’t want to be a mistake in your life, you are still young."
I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t how I’d imagined this night going.
"Maybe I will regret it," I said quietly, my voice softening. "Maybe I won’t. But that’s my choice to make. And not yours."
For a long moment, neither of us said anything. The room felt impossibly small, the air thick with tension and unsaid things. Finally, Robert reached out and gently took my hand, his thumb brushing softly over my knuckles.
"I’m sorry, Emma," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t do this."
I pulled my hand away, the sting of rejection “If you can't do it another man will and he will pay me” I said and was about to change into my cloth when he pulled me back and pushed me on the bed, I collapsed on the bed, my breast shaking.
“You will have to endure because its going to hurt and you are going to bleed” Robert said.
EMMA POVDr. Aaron's words hung in the air like a guillotine, poised to drop and sever all hope. Emma's heart raced as she clutched the armrests of the worn hospital chair, her knuckles weak with desperation."Hold on…Let me get this straight, Doctor," Emma said, her voice trembling. "You're telling me that my mother's surgery, her only chance at survival, depends on me finding a huge sum of money? And without the money there will be no treatment for her? Even if she dies right in front of you? Even if I am to pay that huge amount of money, I should be given time to do so, she is suffering and she is in pain right now the only thing stopping you to save a life is money?"Dr. Aaron's expression was a mask of sympathy, but his eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. "I'm afraid so, Emma. The hospital's policy is clear: payment upfront or no procedure. Your mother's condition is critical, and time is running out."Emma felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She thought she'd been prepared
—“A stripper….” she said to herself“What did you say?” Natalie asked.“Nothing, nothing, thank you very much I am going to be at the club tomorrow night, I am staying with my mom just for tonight” she said Natalie nodded even though Emma couldn't see her “Bye then" she said and ended the call. ROBERT POVI gazed at my cell phone, my eyes heavy with exhaustion from a long day of work. The screen vibrated, but I didn't bother to check it, too drained to care who texted. Ryan, my friend and confidant, peered over from the adjacent couch, his voice low and conspiratorial."Robert..."I raised an eyebrow, my voice barely above a whisper. "Hmm? What is it?"Ryan's expression was serious, his eyes locked onto mine. "Sophia."My head snapped up, my gaze intensifying. "Sophia? What about her?"Ryan gestured to my phone, a sly smile spreading across his face. I picked it up, my heart racing with anticipation. Five new text messages from Sophia. My smile grew wider as I scrolled through the
Emma's eyes, red and swelled up from lack of sleep, fixed on the doctor as he delivered the devastating news. Her mind raced, trying to process the weight of his words. The machines surrounding her mother's frail body seemed to close in, their beeps and whirs a constant reminder of the ticking clock."Listen Doc. i truly understand and appreciate everything you have been doing for me but Please, Doctor, just give me today," Emma pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll bring the money tomorrow morning."The doctor's expression softened, and he nodded. "Fine, but I must warn you, Emma, time is running out, I am doing everything I can because I know you don't have anywhere to run to but I hope you meet someone who will truly and genuinely help you."As the doctor rushed out of the room, Emma's gaze followed him, her eyes locking onto the tall, imposing figure standing beside him. Robert, the man who the nurse rushed in because he arrived, heavens truly blesses some people.With
It was round 9pm, Emma gazed at her cellphone and the time was nearer, she stepped out of the house and walked towards the club way. As she stepped into the club, Natalie's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Emma. "Hey, you actually came," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. Emma nodded, my heart racing with anticipation, feeling unease and uncomfortable.Natalie's gaze roamed over me, her expression softening. "You don't look too good,Emma, are you sure you wanna do this?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.Emma nodded,her jaw set in determination. "Yes, ofcourse, I will, I have to so that my mother could live, this is the only chance I have now and I dont wanna screw it up, I have to try my best and to whatever it takes if only it's just for tonight."With that, Natalie took her hand and led her into the dressing room. They had only 30 minutes to get ready, and the air was thick with tension. A flamboyant man, dressed in a sparkling outfit, greeted us with a war