Chapter 3 Forbidden Fruit 02

Chapter 02

Maria Ysobelle Tan's POV

"I thought I was just going to strip?" I angrily stalked towards Honey, my mother's former co-worker. We're currently at this famous club owned by our client. Apparently, the one I am about to give a show was the owner of the club and he was celebrating his birthday. The one who arranged this set-up were his friends.

"Yes, but his friends paid double." Honey spoke as she shoved me the envelope full of 1000 peso bills. Goodness, this is enough to feed me for a year! What kind of people pay 100, 000 for one night? Is the man so sex deprived that he'll pay me this much?

"Gods!" I muttered underneath my breathe.

"Is she ready?" a young man who was probably my age asked.

"I'm just getting her ready." Honey spoke and the guy nodded before turning back on us.

Oh god. I'm really going to do it. I'm going to have sex for money. Oh god! Oh god! I can't do this. I really can't. God, how did my do this for years?!

"Hey, hey relax." Honey rubbed my back as she saw my face turn a sickly pale "It's hard the first time but you'll get used to it."

"I'm only doing it tonight!" I snapped at her.

She rolled her eyes at me. "That's what your mom used to stay."

"Well, I mean it!" I responded back. Taking a deep breathe, I calmed my nerves even though I was close to crying. Gosh, I never wanted to do this. But, I was desperate! Now, I truly understand why other people do it.

Strippers and prostitutes never wanted to do it. But, they are forced to strip for a living because of their circumstances. It's also easy money. The sad thing about it, they're the most vulnerable to abuse.

I saw countless of times when I was three or four years old as my mom walked home with bruises on her body. There was even one time, she got stabbed and she jumped out of the car while it was moving. I felt helpless at that time. We couldn't file a case because strippers weren't protected under any labor laws. Plus, the police only looked at my mother in a dirty way.

That's why I want to become a lawyer. I want to protect people like my mom who didn't have any money and represent them. They are still humans. Regardless of their way of living.

Anyway, I needed to focus. I need to please my client.

"I'll be fine Honey." I assured her and myself.

"You should be." Honey pointedly eyed me as she removed the cloak from my body leaving me in a red lingerie.

"Am I going to be safe? Does he have any disease?" I asked her before she leaves me inside this room. There's a private room in the club and it is where they'll be leading the birthday boy.

"These young men are clean and safe." Honey assured me. "Now, I have to go because they'll be here in a few."

Nodding, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

I must have been waiting for only a minute when I finally stood up and threw the envelope full of money on the bed.

"Fuck I really can't do this." I spoke and grabbed my clothes from chair. Putting my jeans, top and cloak. I went to the restroom and washed the heavy makeup on my face. I'll just suck it up and ask Angel for help. I really can't do this.

Drying my face with the towel, I opened the door to the restroom when the door for the room also opened revealing a gorgeous man.

He had thick jet black hair that looked like he ran his hands on it a couple but he still looked cool with it. His eyes were a hazel brown, prominent jawline, aristocratic nose, thin lips and tanned skin. My zeroed in on his muscled chest hiding from his white polo and the intricate tattoos on his left arm that span from his chest.

He paired his get-up with black jeans that looked as expensive as my monthly rent. Overall, he was a one hot male specimen. Gosh, is this the man I was supposed to have sex with?!

"Wait, is this a prank?" he asked in confusion before he shook his head and laughed. Then, he called out in the hallway "Hey Ago! I was just kidding when I wanted this for my birthday!"

No one answered back, so he just chuckled instead and opened the door wider.

"I'm sorry there must be a bit of mistake. You can leave if you want to." he said as he placed the suitcase he was holding on the table before walking to the bed and diving on top of it.

"Hold on a second. You want me to leave?" I asked him in bewilderment. Did he backed out because I wasn't wearing anything sexy.

"You can if you want. I'm really drunk right now and I had some stuff to do, so I couldn't really perform." he spoke before a mischievous grin formed on his lips "Of course, unless you want to go on top. I won't mind."

I gaped in horror at his bluntness. Good god I thought I was blunt.

"Just kidding. I really am drunk." he said as he sat up on his elbows "And I have to do some stuff for school tonight, so I'll have to pass."

God why am I disappointed that we won't have sex?

"Miss?"

"What?!"

"Wait, are you angry?" a lopsided grin formed on his lips. Then his gaze fell on my oversized shirt and jeans. "Did Ago told you to wear that?"

"Of course not!" I retorted back. I closed the door and took of my clothing. I really hate it when I'm being prideful but I really needed to show him that I was sexy underneath my boring clothes.

"You were saying something?" I cocked my eyebrow at him as I stood in front of him. His eyes settled on my red lacy underwear.

"Ohkayyy so now I get it why they chose you." he said. Oh dear, I shouldn't have given him any ideas. I need to wear my clothes again. "But, I really can't have sex tonight. Did Ago already paid you for the trouble?"

"He did but I gave it back. The envelope is right beside you." I spoke.

He glanced at the envelope beside him before taking it and giving it to me. "Here, its yours. For the trouble he caused. Also, you planned on leaving?"

"I did." I dignifiedly spoke "I'll just look for another job."

He nodded his head and stood up. "That's good. I never like being intimate with girls who are only forced to do it."

My eyebrow raised at his response. He laughed as he went to the table and took out some paper.

"I'm always about consent and respect. I never date or fuck women that are drunk, or couldn't give them their full consent. As for people with your profession---"

"I'm not a stripper." I corrected him.

"Oh, okay. As for people whom you know as stippers, I don't judge them. Life is hard and we have different ways of surviving." he spoke as he smiled at me and begin to start writing on the paper.

I didn't know why I just stood there staring at him but he must have noticed it when he looked up. "You're still here."

"No, I'm just an apparition." I spoke heavy with sarcasm.

He laughed again. Do I look a clown to him? "I understand why they picked you. But, seriously though, why are you still here?"

I honestly don't even know too.

"Is this some kind of kink for you? Watching other people study?" he asked still grinning at me.

"What?"

"Kidding. If you're not busy and you don't want to leave yet, maybe you can help me." he suggested. My eyes widened at the implication but he quickly stopped me "No, I didn't mean it in that way. I just need help with my assignment."

He showed me his laptop full of algebra and trigonometry problems. "I have a job tomorrow but I also have to submit this tomorrow. Will you help me answer some of these? I'll pay you."

I rolled my eyes before wearing my clothes again and sitting beside him. "Sure. What will I do?"

He showed me the problems and I was thankful that I listened in class. Otherwise, I won't understand any of the stuff he was telling me.

"You really have to finish all of these tonight?"

"Yup." he said with a pop on the p.

"Tss what kind of school assign requirements tonight and have it submit tomorrow?" I grumbled as I took the pen and paper.

"I know right. But I have to do it. Otherwise, I won't graduate along with my friends."

"You can always wait for another sem." I teased him.

"No way!" he replied back.

"Wait, are you an engineering student?" I asked him as I analyzed the problem. He nodded. "You don't look like one."

"I'll take that as a compliment." he chuckled "Anyway, I'm ordering food. You want one? I'll pay."

my stomach grumbled in reply. He laughed once again and his adam's apple bobbed as he laughed. Goodness I had to look away because the image of his throat constricting and his deep baritone voice was doing stuff on me.

"I'll order for two." he said as he picked up the telephone and had food delivered to the room. Once the meal was delivered we ate. I watched him eat his meal as he answered some emails on his phone.

"Stop staring, you're making me blush." he joked and I rolled my eyes at him. "Unless you want to eat my sausage."

"The hell?!"

"Relax. I was kidding." he laughed "Besides you might like my sausage."

"In your dreams." I grumbled and ate my meal.

"Oh you'd be the star of my dreams." he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I threw the sausage at him and he bellowed in his chair. "Kidding. I'll stop now. I promise."

"You should or I'll throw this fork in your face."

"So brutal."

"Whatever."

The rest of the night was spent answering his math problems. I didn't even noticed that I fell asleep. When I woke up, I didn't see Mr. Sausage anywhere in the room but he did left me a note and an envelope full of cash.

Taking it, I secured the two envelope in my coat and walked out of the room. I do hope I get to see Mr. Sausage again even though he annoyed me to no end.

ANNOUNCEMENT:

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