Chapter 3 Extra Service

Trisha did not dally. She called the number and met the person she talked to over the phone. She was told where to go and briefed on the arrangements. She told them her reasons with the proof of her mom's bills and her situation. The manager saw the sincerity and honesty in Trisha's words and they offered to give her a loan after a month of training. A training session that lasted months and today is her first official working day.

And now, she is in front of her very first client.

Gaining her poise back, she was already feeling a bit confident. She was trained, and this situation had been in their training. The only difference is how his reactions are more intense, making her feel even more nervous. But looking at how he is pleased with her beauty, her confidence is boosted.

"Hmmm... Trisha..." Denny murmured. He almost cursed when he saw her smile as he called her name. " I'll have my usual order...." he declared.

Denny didn't want to wait too long whenever he was there for relaxation, so he declared his usual order to be given to him whenever he asked for it. It only changes when he is with some clients or with someone else to have fun there. They will have to order what they like, and he will most likely get whatever they have. But when he is alone like this, he would ask for his usual order.

"And... an extra service," he added.

His voice was low, almost growling as he asked for the additional order.

"Right away, sir." The service girl answered politely and gracefully left to get the ordered drinks.

Trisha wasn't surprised to hear the customer's second order, for they were well briefed on this service job they had applied for.

The client waited for her to arrive back sooner. Denny knew she had just left, but he wanted to see her again. His eyes were fixed on the door expectantly. Denny felt the time was too slow as he waited while time flew too fast when she was with him. The thoughts of her serving him were driving his imagination wild. He could almost forget he was stressed about his work even with just the thought of such an enchanting beauty spending time with him.

The service girl came after less than five minutes, but to Denny, it was like an eternity. And his excitement intensified. He did not waste more time; he declared his demands as soon as the service girl came in.

"I will take the extra service while I am having my first bottle of beer. I had a bad day, and I needed to blow off some steam. Come over here and get on your knees." He ordered as soon as the service girl returned with the tray of cut fruits, fish & crackers, and three bottles of beer in a bucket. Denny watched her place the tray on the table in front of them and do as he asked.

"Yes, sir!" She replied politely. She poured him a glass of his drink and, like a dutiful servant, she handed him the drink and proceeded to do as he asked her to.

Her heart was aching to feel so crushed by the thought that she was doing such a degrading, humiliating, and demeaning job. She inwardly clenched her teeth, although her face showed a smile that seemed to capture her client. But her heart was breaking. She wanted to hate herself, but if she did, it might reflect on her performance and disappoint her client. She cannot afford to do that. Not when she is in dire need of earning a large amount of money for her mom's recovery!

All for money!

Trisha comforted herself that she was doing all of this for her family. She was doing less than what her mom would dare to do had the situation been different. Had it been her lying on the hospital bed, unconscious, her mom might have sold even her life in order to save her, the daughter.

"Yes," Trisha thought. "I can do anything for my mom and my little brother."

So, with a deep but silent sigh, Trisha gathered her courage and, with a sweet smile, she walked towards her client. Placing a cushion under her knees, the girl lowered herself right in front of her client's wide-spread legs.

She was nervous because this was her first client, but she was also disgusted to see him so arrogantly seated, waiting to be served. She knew he had every right to do so, he was paying a lot for everything he was asking to be given to him, and she was told he was a Super VIP, a client Trisha should never offend or disappoint, so she swallowed her remaining pride.

Her trainer said she was doing well, and that she was a quick learner, but Trisha could not help feeling like walking on eggshells with the strict rule never to crack them. She has been well praised by her trainers because of her dedication and willingness to learn, to improve on where she was doing poorly, and her passion to keep her job. A job that she believed would help her save her mom. Trisha would never do anything that would displease her seniors and colleagues. A personality that is seen of her as a weakness by her co-service girls in training, but her superiors see it as her strength. Despite her beauty, her discipline was also admirable. She sticks to the rules. She never breaks them with the thought that if she disappoints her superiors, her mom in the hospital might suffer.

So everything Trisha had to do was done with passion, goal, and inspiration.

If the trainer said she needed to be careful not to scratch her teeth on her client's genitals while giving heads, she would patiently practice until the trainer said she was doing it perfectly. If the trainer said she needed to be submissive, she was taught about safe words and the limits on where she can ask for help in case the client goes overboard.