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“Latifa? Yea. Am I right?” 

I flinched, making a turn to see who called me by my real name, with My heart panting so fast. 

rule no 1# a whore never reveals their real names. 

I was going to pretend like he’d mistaken me for someone else but then I couldn't hold it anymore.

I turned.

“Do I know you?” I asked. seeing this tall, handsome man with his gloomy eyes browsing through mine rendered me speechless, damn! what a specification, but he does look friendly. But The way he called out my name with His heavy voice startled me too but seems like it was going to be a long and recommended night. I guess he didn’t notice how nervous he made me, or does he know what I do already? I guess yes.

“I don’t think you do...” he replied, walking closer to me

“Yea I don’t think so too” I replied anxiously, awaiting to hear what next, he got to say to me. 

“Hey, barman, please pass me 2 extra glasses but make it mixed with spirits, Rektyfikowany, high concentrate.” He made an expensive order, which I can’t spend just on drinks. Who is this man?

(Bar man 1): sure!

“I guess, you have eyes on me all this while,” I asked to get him straight to what I am here for. Business.

“Just like I thought” he murmured in his low voice.

“Pardon?”

“Yea nothing, how much for the night?” he asked.

Looking at how he dressed officially to a club with his black leather Bally -scotch Derby shoe, I would charge him more than usual, but I didn’t, I wasn’t ready to lose another client tonight 

“400 dollars won” I mentioned without delay as I continue to chew my gums uncontrollably.

“Okay” 

“Okay?” I repeated, then I am blessed if that’s it.

After taking the last shot for the night, I followed him to one of his cars, when we got there, I met the same man who saved my ugly scene with an old man earlier, and then it occurred to me that I was just in for something. He opened the door as he bowed to the supposed boss, and we got into a white Louisville limousine, which I know to be expensive.

We had driven for hours without conversing, he had become extremely busy with his phone, swiping, texting, editing, sending emails, and a lot more but I couldn't keep calm.

I closed the distance between us and cleared my throat when he wasn’t looking up.

“So where are we headed? we can just lodge anywhere around and separate after the show” I suggested.

He didn’t reply to me, only glanced and continued with his phone 

“I work with time, you can’t eat it up, the more the long ride, the higher my pay becomes,” I whispered and looked away

“Okay, I have heard you”

“Okay?” I repeated again

I was beginning to get pissed, and about lashing it out on him, when the driver drove into a large estate through an automatic gate, then I got cold and kept quiet. I immediately dashed out my phone to use my GPS to find me but found out it wasn’t connected to the server anymore.

“What!” I screamed 

“Don’t worry about your internet, it will be solved when we get in, be calm and be a good girl” he assured.

I’m aren’t any good girl Tho, I’m a bad girl doing bad stuff, I have been drained, dried, and heartbroken and have seen myself substituted into doing a lot with both gays, old men, boys, girls, and women just to get some dollars to pay up some bills

We got down from the car as I found myself Staring at everything that made up his home, a very large silky white duplex with a round body decorated with planted flowers of different genera. There was a mini house which I guess was for the dogs, well furnished, tiled, just too much for dogs, I love flowers a lot and never get to buy one for myself. There again were Round sculptured pools Situated on different edges of the compound with water gushing out, then I looked down to where my feet were, on a fresh greenish ground that is sure its maintenance would cost a fortune.

  

“Welcome,” he said with a weird smile on his lips

“Yeah, I can see that”

I understand he's damn rich, but I had loved it if we go straight to business so I can take off for another opportunity

“Let's go to the room” he mumbled. 

He led the way as I followed.

I watched him go into the transparent-covered bathing pub, with the shower running through his hair down his toes, with his great nipples exposed... he gave me this dirty look that left me motionless, extending his right hand down his young dude as he cupped it, I didn't know what to do, was it a sign to join him in the bathing room or was it a purposeful seduction? should I turn a blind eye? hell no!

In all the clients I have come across, I have never witnessed them taking a bath in my presence, we just lodge in motels, have sex, get paid, and go our different ways. There’s something about him I can't just place my mind on.

He stared at me

“Have you seen this before?” 

“Uhm” I could only sign, as my breath caught in my throat, gosh! I could feel my wetness dripping from my G-spot. I haven't experienced this before in my whole 2 years of riding and satisfying strangers for money.

He came out, walked towards me, spread out my clustered knees, as he walked and stood in between them, stretched his fingers to my face, as he circled around my face then my lips.

“You are going to quench my dirty taste, ...whore!” he murmured the last hurtful words.

Well, that's true, I may have represented a thousand whore in his eyes tonight, but everyone is damn a whore! that’s what I say to myself every time. I don't let it get the best of me because having to pick a sex worker equally makes him one of us. A whore picker makes you a whore too.

I grabbed his hand from making further moves on my face and took it down to my breast part.

“That's what it is,” I responded to his statement.

He pushed me down the sofa where I was seated, and kissed my neck intensely, clasping my back with the other hand. Finally, we are heading somewhere.

And suddenly he climbed down from me without doing anything. locating his flat footwear. I was horny already.

“I'm tired from today's work,” he said, shifting away.

“What? You brought me all the way here to tell me this? Didn't you know you were before picking me up?” I angrily nagged. you must be joking, man whore.

He seized my hand, looking into my furious eyes, and said “You don't have that right to talk to me like that” and he forcefully dropped them on my lap and moved away from me entirely, taking his towel back, and proceeding to the wardrobe to dress up.

Instantly I felt guilty talking to him like he was a low-class adult, and at the same time I felt too proud to say the magic word ‘sorry’.

“I'm not touching you tonight, I will pay you. So, you calculate how much for a week”

“What?” I asked to be sure of what I just heard, seriously, “...Why should I listen to you, because it seems you don't like me to start with, you shouldn't keep me here...” 

“I will touch you... I’m not depriving you of any right, and besides you going to be safe here., I will take care of you and your expenses” 

Woah, on second thought it was becoming an amazing night for me, spending a night without being touched out of my own sexual will or trying to fake or give an orgasm that won't be returned. I was going to stay, as long as he pays me for keeping me here, but the way I see it, he isn't ready to touch me. Meanwhile, my work doesn't require having feelings for anyone, it has kept us in a state where we keep in mind that they are worthless and they would see us as a common whore, and we shouldn't have feelings. But it seemed different here, why? I still couldn't understand my thoughts as I let go of my mouth again

“I don't like the idea, but it's going to cost you a lot” 

“So, how much do you want, how much is it costing me to have you stay here?”

“Well, a night is 400 dollars, let's say 800 for a day then you multiply it by 6 days, right?”

“No, Make it 7days”

“5600 US dollars, just that. But you can make it 6000...” I chuckle “...And watch me treat you like a king” I giggled again, checking out my nails, still waiting for his reply.

“Deal” he muttered 

“For real?” I inquired 

“Cool, deal”

I nodded and went back to my staring state, sighting a big frame hanging on the wall with boldly written words ‘Alastair Easton de second’, the name sound typical, like I have heard it from somewhere, out of my curiosity I turned to him and asked

“Are you Alastair”

“Rule number one; no intruding into my belonging I find it offensive and tormenting at the same time...” he took a short breath and continued “don't touch my stuff”

His look changed from mild to nightmare horror. 

“Hmmm, interesting...” I murmured as I moved around every corner of the room “... live you alone. You know my name is no big deal, it's going to be hard to cooperate with you if you don't tell me your basic's, my Lord” I teased him and began again with my questionnaire “...what do you do for a living to have your own palace, where are your family?” 

“Have you heard of Alastair? Does the name make you want to surrender? You know, you have questioned me to my limit, no one does that!” Alastair lashed out.