All Chapters of My First Love is a Whore: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Christopher"Goodbye, sir!" That is the second time I heard that, and it still does not make sense to me. "Sir!" Rita said again, but it sounded more like yelling. I lifted my left hand from my table to check the time from my Graff Diamond's Hallucination wristwatch. "It's 3:15 pm," I asked, surprised she was leaving that early. "It is Friday, sir," Rita responded with a frown boldly engraved on her face. She has to remind me all the time. "Oh! It's Friday!" I hate Fridays. It reminds me of how miserable my life is outside work. I will have to endure the horrible weekend again until I resume living on Monday morning. "I'm leaving, sir," The tiny voice echoes continuously in my ears. I wonder why she still works with me if she hates me so much already. I don't blame her. I would hate myself if I were in her shoes. This is the hundred and one times I would be ignoring her. And sometimes, it is intentional. "And what did we say about knocking, Rita?" I stared directly into he

A special Friday NightI got to the club five minutes earlier. I was surprised. My friends are not waiting for me at the bar as usual. Was I too early? I called one of them – the closest to me to know their whereabouts. "What?" One has paid for the pass, and they are waiting for me in the club. First of its kind. He got a new car, and to celebrate it, the bills this Friday is on him. Not all the bills, though. A special Friday night, indeed! It made me smile. It has been a long time since I smiled outside my office. I was still smiling, waving my key as I walked to the exclusive room. That is when I saw her! She's got long black hair almost reaching her waist. She was wearing the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots. The most beautiful woman I have ever met or maybe noticed. She is not really dancing yet, but I knew she was a stripper. We have them around every Friday night. One of the things we get for paying for the VIP ro

The Stripper is a Whore! We are finally home. I led her straight to my room. My workers, who are still awake, are staring in shock. I could hear the whispers of their gossip as I walked the stairs. For a moment, panic set in. I had not really meant it when I said we could come to mine. Christ, and now we are here. My heart reeled. Should I let her in? Of course! Hurry up! My mind screamed. I guess the alcohol had dulled my senses more than I had imagined as my fingers fumbled with the lock. The door opened, a cold front of outside air pushed in, and we went silently went in along with it. I stood dumbfounded against the wall as she quickly turned the lock, still cocooned in the arms of a slight stupor. I had too much at a time, trying to distract myself from the stripper who was now in my bedroom. This was crazy. She stood still in the shadows without a word, but I loomed over her. I couldn't make out her face except where the light etched along her mouth. It was the most seduct

ChristopherThe weekend seems short. Maybe because I could not get my mind off the event on Friday night. For years, I had lived every day the same way until last weekend. And now the event's effect on my life is, I don't know, disastrous I guess. There are things I ought to have attended to during the weekend that I didn't because my thoughts were hijacked. Now my phone won't stop ringing because an investor is giving my assistant a hard time. I sent him ahead to avoid his complaints. Where is my billionaire watch? I have checked my watch storage cases and it is nowhere to be found. It's not my most expensive watch but definitely my favourite. I love Mondays, so I reserve my best for the day. Shit! I used it on Friday. Did it fall off my wrist? Impossible! I quickly run through Friday again and then it hits me. The stripper! I was wondering if she took enough money when she said she has paid herself. I never knew she took my watch. I should probably just let it slide. I would ge

Christopher Kate? Who is Kate? I can't seem to get that name out of my mind. Who is she and why did she call? How did she get my contact? While I settle the miscommunication issue with our investor, my thoughts were clouded by these questions. I needed an escape from thinking about the stripper I met on Friday but this is not what I had pictured. Another woman? Is this the time Darren has been talking about? Where women will forcefully find their way into my life? The time I would have no choice but to welcome them? It can't be. I hate women and nothing is going to change that. Not even the sexy stripper I can't stop thinking about. To be logical, I wasn't even thinking about her. I have been thinking about how she made me feel. I'm a man and I have cleared that doubt, thanks to her. But I want more. I want that sensual movement in my hormones again. I miss it already. It's different. It's like heaven. It's sweeter than working on documents. I love potatoes, but the feeling is inco