RIHANNA, the Four Hundred Thousand Dollar Girl

"$400,000 a night, Mrs. Gresya?" asks Rihanna Requella Muna, a 21-year-old lady of the night, when she gets a lucrative offer from a glamorously dressed beauty.

Who else if not the beautiful model, Gresya Annabelle.

"Yes, Rihanna Requella Muna. That's an easy job, isn't it?" said Gresya with a faint smile.

"Sorry, Mrs. Gresya. I don't understand the offer, ma'am," said Rihanna.

"So, your job is to seduce my husband into sleeping with you. And remember, once you've slept with my husband, you must never have sex with any man again. And remember, when you have sex with my husband, don't use a barrier. Let the liquid that comes out of my husband enter your womb," Gresya explained.

"So you're saying I should sleep with your husband and then I should get pregnant?" asked Rihanna, the girl still looking confused.

"Yes, Rihanna. So you have to get pregnant, and you have to give birth to my future child," Gresya said firmly, making her intentions clear to the woman who worked at the nightclub.

Rihanna gulped, feeling conflicted by the tempting offer. In the six months she had been working at the club as a nightclub lady, she had never slept with any of the customers. Only accompanying lonely men to get drunk and dance and sometimes sing. Although the lonely men asked for her body and all of her belongings, Rihanna did not give it to them.

However, she couldn't turn a blind eye to the increasing needs of her life.

"Very well, ma'am. I'll do it," she said hesitantly.

Gresya smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Rihanna with a sharp gaze. "Remember, Rihanna. If you break your promise, I will make sure your life becomes very difficult," she threatened in a cold tone that made Rihanna shudder.

"Just for one night, right?" asked Rihanna.

"Yes, just one night. But, I need to check the condition of your uterus. And I would also like to know when your fertile period is to make the pregnancy process easier," said Gresya.

"Yes, Mrs. Gresya. But, will your husband sleep with me?" asked Rihanna hesitantly considering she was only a lady of the night.

"That's your job, Rihanna. Aren't you used to this kind of work?" said Gresya.

"Yes, Mrs. Gresya," said Rihanna.

For $400,000, she was willing to give up her chastity to the beautiful woman's husband. Perhaps, for a year she would stop working in her nightlife.

"One more thing! After you get pregnant, you'll be living in my luxurious apartment. Remember, during your pregnancy don't venture out of the apartment. Understood?"

"Understood, Mrs. Gresya," even though she said so in her heart. How could Rihanna bear to be cooped up for months in that luxury apartment?

In fact, Rihanna also did not know the reason why this beautiful model chose her to bear a child for her.

Never mind...

Rihanna doesn't care about Gresya's reasons. Rihanna's task now is how she seduces and entices the beautiful model's husband to sleep with her.

Gresya Annabelle is a beautiful model who is on the rise. This woman is 30 years old, but she still doesn't want a child in her life, even though her husband has asked her to get pregnant soon. But Gresya still hasn't realized the wishes of her husband and in-laws. She doesn't want her pregnancy to make her gain weight; as a model, of course, appearance is number one.

Gresya's cell phone rang, an incoming call from someone. Immediately, Gresya answered the phone.

"How is it, dear? Have you found a woman who is willing to accommodate your husband's seed?" asked a man, none other than the producer himself.

"I have, dear. All we have to do is arrange a meeting between my husband and the prostitute," said Gresya with a smirk on her face.

***

[Rihanna, come to the Resto Hotel tonight. I have sent clothes, accessories, and other necessities. Make the most of this opportunity.]

Quickly, Rihanna began to put on an alluring look, using makeup that accentuated her beauty. Her hair was elegantly arranged, appearing to flow gently along her shoulders. Her dazzling eyes were accentuated with shimmering eyeshadow and curled lashes that made her look even more alluring.

For her look, Rihanna chose a tight yet elegant black dress, highlighting her alluring curves. The dress was paired with matching colored high heels that made her legs appear longer and slimmer. Luxurious accessories such as a diamond necklace and gold bracelets completed her look, adding a sense of luxury and elegance.

"This is the first time a Rihanna has to flirt with a man," Rihanna murmured with a faint smile.

"It's usually the men who tease me, asking me to serve them in bed. But it's different with my job this time. I have to tempt men to sleep with me," Rihanna continued to monologue.

After arriving at the Resto Hotel, Rihanna looked for a strategic position in the room to approach her target, a handsome businessman named Mr. Keenan Marcelino Smithson, who was chatting with his colleagues.

"Apparently, he's more handsome in person than in the photo," Rihanna murmured with a mischievous smile as she calculated her target.

Rihanna continued to monitor the movements of the man who would become her target. Then, she saw him get up from his seat and head towards the restroom.

"This is a good opportunity, Rihanna," Rihanna thought.

Yes, this was the golden opportunity Rihanna had been waiting for. Rihanna's footsteps felt light as she caught up with Keenan, who walked in front of her.

Carefully, Rihanna quickened her pace and tried to make the distance between them closer. When Keenan almost reached the restroom door, Rihanna ran a little and deliberately bumped into Keenan's body from the side.

"Ouch!" Rihanna exclaimed, as if she was about to fall down from the impact. Keenan's burly hand immediately grabbed Rihanna's arm, preventing her from falling to the floor. They stared at each other, Rihanna's eyes looking at Keenan with a seductive gaze.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to," Rihanna said while bowing her head.

Keenan, who was known as a cold man, just nodded slowly and released his hand from Rihanna's arm.

Suddenly, Rihanna winced and held her head with both hands. "Ouch..." she complained in a low voice. Her body looked limp and almost fainted, making Keenan again hold Rihanna's body with his burly hands.

"Are you okay?" asked Keenan in a still cold tone.

"I... I'm dizzy, sir," Rihanna replied while trying to support her limp body.

Keenan seemed hesitant for a moment, but finally he sighed and helped Rihanna upright.

"Come on, I'll take you to the chair first," Keenan said as he led Rihanna to a nearby chair.

Rihanna felt thrilled; her plan had succeeded in making the target pay more attention to her.

"Excuse me, sir... can you take me to the hotel room?" Rihanna pleaded, her face looking pleading.

Rihanna deserves to be an actress; this woman is so good at acting. Keenan did not realize that the sexy woman in front of him was pretending to be sick.

"Good Rihanna, don't let my husband escape," Gresya had been paying attention to the woman she paid to seduce her husband since earlier.

"Sorry, I can't," Keenan refused. However, when he was about to leave, Rihanna was acting again.

She held her head, trying to endure the pain that wasn't there. "Sir, please don't leave me alone," she pleaded in a weak voice.

Keenan turned his body back to face her. He looked at Rihanna with a doubtful expression. "Alright, I'll wait until you feel better," he said finally, sitting beside the girl.

Rihanna smiled inwardly; her plan was going smoothly. She knew that Keenan would never leave her like that.

Moments later, a waiter appeared.

"Could you escort this lady to her hotel room?" said Keenan.

"Yes, sir," the waitress replied.

Rihanna's eyeballs rolled in disgust, but her brain was thinking hard. How to keep Keenan from getting away from her.

"Give me your hand, Miss," the waiter said politely, offering to help escort Rihanna. "I'll take you, Miss."

However, when Rihanna tried to stand up, she suddenly felt so dizzy that she almost fainted. When Keenan saw her, he immediately held her back to prevent her from falling to the floor.

"Well, where's the hotel room?" asked Keenan, finally relenting.

"Number 507, sir," Rihanna replied in a shaky voice.

Keenan nodded, then led Rihanna towards the elevator, making sure she was safe up to her hotel room.

"It wasn't so hard, hmm...." Rihanna muttered, a mischievous smile etched on the corner of her lips.

Upon arriving at the hotel room, Rihanna deliberately pulled Keenan's hand, making both of their bodies fall onto the soft sofa. Keenan's body was on top of Rihanna, his eyes looking at her with an expression that was hard to interpret.

Rihanna will make the most of this golden opportunity. Both of Rihanna's hands groped Keenan's chest area, giving small touches to get the man a little excited. Keenan was stunned; even his heartbeat was beating chaotically.

"No, don't do that," Keenan said firmly when Rihanna's hand was about to unbutton the shirt Keenan was wearing. He brushed off her hand, then stood up. His breathing was still labored.

It had been almost three months since he got a warm touch from his wife. It was only natural that just now Keenan absorbed the touch of a woman he didn't recognize at all. Maybe it was because Rihanna was a lady of the night, even though Rihanna had never satisfied her customers in bed. However, she knew a bit about how to make men helpless.

Rihanna tried to maintain her weak expression but inwardly smiled with satisfaction. Her plan was getting closer to its goal.

"What a slut," Keenan added in a cold voice, catching his breath to keep his temper from exploding.

Rihanna took a deep breath, trying to stay calm even though her plan seemed to be falling apart. However, she could not give up so easily; there were still many chances to conquer Keenan.

"I... I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to..." Rihanna said in a broken voice, trying to maintain her appearance as a weak woman.

Keenan felt increasingly annoyed by Rihanna's behavior, as she kept trying to get his attention. However, when he saw the girl's hysterical cries, he again stopped his steps. Keenan sat down next to Rihanna.

"Why again?" asked Keenan in a slightly softer tone, although he still sounded annoyed.

Rihanna showed him a video on her phone, her face full of devastation. "Look, mister... this is my girlfriend. This asshole has cheated on me, even though he was going to propose to me this week," she said between sobs.

Keenan gulped, seeing his role in the video. A perverted video that lasted about 30 seconds. "Shit," he swore in a stifled voice.

Rihanna grew more hysterical, throwing herself on Keenan's shoulder, seeking comfort in the embrace she didn't get from her boyfriend.

"He's been bad, sir! He slept with another woman!" Rihanna's crying intensified.

Keenan, although uncomfortable with the physical contact, was moved by Rihanna's grief. "Calm down... there's no need to go overboard. You can just find another man," he said in a voice that tried to calm the girl down.

However, Rihanna's crying broke out even more, making Keenan even more uncomfortable. Unconsciously, Rihanna raised her dress a little, exposing her thighs, even lowering the top of her dress a little to expose her cleavage.

Keenan felt uncomfortable, but he knew that he could no longer ignore the girl. He tried to avert his eyes, but Rihanna's every move seemed designed to catch his attention.

Rihanna did not give up, continuing to find various ways to seduce Keenan. "Isn't she normal?" she grumbled to himself, but on the outside, he kept trying to show the best side of himself.

Rihanna's delicate fingers touched Keenan's hand, making him glare at her. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up, but he tried hard not to fall for the temptation.

"Stop," he said in a slightly trembling voice, trying to resist the growing temptation.

Rihanna smiled slyly, her eyes looking sharply at Keenan who was still sitting on the sofa with a flat expression but looked very annoyed. Without hesitation, Rihanna moved closer to the cold man and deliberately pulled him down onto the sofa.

"What are you doing?" snapped Keenan, his face red with shock at Rihanna's actions. However, the woman didn't budge and instead continued her reckless action by unbuttoning Keenan's clothes one by one.

"You cheap bastard," Keenan snapped again, trying to shake off Rihanna's hands that kept moving nimbly. But Rihanna didn't care and she boldly attacked Keenan's lips. Keenan glared, not expecting that this woman would dare to do such a thing.

At first, their kiss was rough and full of rejection. However, over time, Keenan felt there was pleasure in the kiss. Rihanna's lips were so sweet, like offering a world full of happiness. Unexpectedly, Keenan began to kiss Rihanna back gently and soulfully. Because indeed Keenan missed this kind of warm touch that he had not gotten from Gresya, his wife, for three months.

Rihanna's agile hands continued to move, unbuttoning Keenan's remaining shirt. Meanwhile, Keenan could not do much, lulled in the pleasure given by this strange woman.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room turned extremely hot and passionate. Both of them explored each other's bodies, looking for points of weakness and pleasure.

"Wait!" Keenan suddenly stopped Rihanna's action. She looked at him in confusion, not knowing what was happening. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" asked Keenan, his breath coming in short gasps.

Rihanna smiled, her eyes shining with mystery. "I just wanted to find out the extent of your courage, sir. And I seem to have figured it out," she replied in a dismissive tone.

Keenan felt irritated by Rihanna's attitude, but he couldn't deny the fact that this woman had brought him into a world filled with momentary happiness. Even so, he knew that he couldn't keep falling for her advances.

"Don't even try to repeat this again, strange woman. I don't want to get caught up in your cheap games," Keenan said firmly, trying to cover up the shame that was starting to rise in his heart.

Rihanna just laughed softly, as if mocking Keenan, who now looked very weak in front of her. "Who knows, maybe one day you will miss my courage," she replied in a teasing tone.

"Don't hope!" said Keenan, his eyes bulging.

Keenan pushed Rihanna's body away, then he used his shirt that Rihanna had managed to take off earlier.

Rihanna's brain was spinning again; she was thinking hard. In what other ways could this man be subdued in front of her?

Rihanna smiled mischievously; this woman really wouldn't give up for 400,000 dollars. For living in a luxury apartment for a year. Rihanna didn't care about her self-esteem at all; the most important thing was money, money, and money. Because with money, all problems are solved. Rihanna just needs a lot of money for her pleasure.

Rihanna felt the courage rise within her as she found a new way. Without hesitation, she pushed Keenan's body onto the sofa and attacked the man's lips lustfully, trying to seduce and entice him with her every sensual move.

Keenan, despite initially trying to resist, found it increasingly difficult to resist Rihanna's temptation. Every touch, every kiss, made him more and more captivated by the girl's charms. As soon as Rihanna let go of the belt around his pants without letting go of his kisses, Keenan almost lost control.

However, suddenly Keenan turned his body around; he was on top of Rihanna's body. He gazed at her with desire, trying to hold back the urge that peaked inside him. "Is this what you want?" asked Keenan in a voice that was panting with lust.

Rihanna could only nod, her breath panting from the enthusiasm and passion burning inside her. However, the moment Keenan inserted his own into Rihanna, the girl screamed in pain. "It stings, ugh!" she sighed, her body struggling under Keenan due to the stabbing pain.

Keenan looked at her with a mixture of awe and confusion. "Are you a virgin?" he asked suddenly, making Rihanna pause for a moment.

Rihanna looked at Keenan with eyes filled with complicated emotions. "Yes, I'm a virgin," she admitted in a weak but honest voice.

Keenan was surprised to hear the confession. Even so, there was a growing respect within him for Rihanna. The girl was not only beautiful and seductive but also had a fragile side and needed protection.

Suddenly, all Keenan's desires and passions came to a halt. He didn't have the heart to continue what they started. "I'm sorry," he said softly, then he got up from the sofa and picked up his jacket.

However, Rihanna pulled Keenan's hand away. "Go on, Mr... go on, I want it," Rihanna whispered as Keenan was in her arms.

Keenan had just woken up and saw the strange woman sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling mischievously at him. Guilt instantly enveloped his heart when he realized that he had been seduced by her last night.

"How much money are you asking for?" asked Keenan sarcastically, trying to hide his feelings.

Rihanna shrugged her shoulders and replied in a casual tone, "Four hundred thousand dollars, sir. That's the price of my virginity, right?" She showed a meaningful smile, making Keenan feel even more uncomfortable.

Keenan sighed heavily and ignored his feelings. He stood up from the bed and started putting on his clothes.

"Alright, I'll write you a check," he said in a flat voice, trying to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

Rihanna looked at Keenan, who was busy writing the check, with a blank expression.

Keenan stood tall in front of Rihanna, holding a $400,000 check that she had just signed. "Let's just say it never happened between us," he said in a cold, stern tone. "Never appear in my presence again."