Sweet Haven

"Welcome to Sweet Haven." The receptionist sweetly greeted the arriving guests at the entrance desk.

Sweet Haven is a place not so many commoners could go. The clients here are required to join a membership that states their status in society. It is to protect both the clients as well as the establishment from any scandal or anything that would blemish their reputations. And also protecting the service girls from any form of abuse, since some clients tend to have fetishes. The cost is expensive but the service is to its fullest. As long as both parties are aware of their deal, the management will bind them in a contract and monitor the proceedings. They will be ready to assist any of the concerned parties who would appeal or complain about anything. Service girls are trained to serve their clients. From flirting, submission, and dominance, to whatever the client would require of her.

"I made my reservations, right?" The man asked, looking tired and needing booze. He is just in the right place to be, right now. It was his favorite spot to hang out when he is drowning in work-related stress and fatigue.

"Of course. We have kept the VIP room reserved for you, Mister Vero." The lady receptionist answered with her sweet smile never fading as she guided him to his booth. "Please make yourself comfortable. I will send our new service girl to assist you very shortly."

The man nodded as he sat on the fabric-covered couch.

Denny Vero is from a well-respected family in the country. His parents are from generations of medical practitioners and business people. His siblings are also with them. He even finished medicine to follow their family tradition, but his heart isn't into it. He did well in his studies, and it was one of his goals to satisfy his parents with an impressive certificate. He was well-praised. Being the youngest, his parents were even more proud of him, to the extent of almost paving his way to the peak of his medical career.

But he didn't want to. He is a man who loves sports. He is free-spirited by nature, but he wasn't even able to spread his wings because his parents would always want him to do this and that. When he graduated from his studies, he decided to live independently and do whatever he wanted with his life. He went to different places he wanted to go and lived his life to the fullest as he wanted to. He ignored his parents and family's calls for him to get back and join their family business until his eldest brother had a terrible accident.

His brother, Desmund Vero, lost consciousness, and now, he is still in a coma. Denny was left with no choice but to take his place temporarily. Desmund was one of the directors of their newly established medical facility, The City Medical Center. A position Denny is now asked to handle for the time being. A position he is very stressed to be in because he has his Travel and Tour business. Now he felt like he needed to have a clone of his own. Damn! If that were possible, he would be less stressed than he is feeling right now. The good thing is, he might forget all his tensions, even for only one night.

Denny stretched lightly on his seat. Actually, his body was still feeling things to be bearable, but his mental stress was killing him, so he went there to get a breather. Nothing good will come out of his bad mood at work. He remained in his position even though he heard the door open and shut. He could feel someone was watching him from a little distance. He waited for her to come closer, but she remained on her stand.

"Huh?" Denny frowned. Then he remembered what the receptionist said. She will send a new service girl. He understood why the service girl wasn't as clingy and entertaining as the others would be in these scenarios. But he didn't feel like he still had more energy to be mad, so he lazily raised his head to give her a look.

What he saw seemed to have woken him up! He sat with his back straight leaning on the backrest of the couch he was sitting on. His eyes could not move away from what they were staring into.

Denny was stricken by the beauty that welcomed his sight.

She was indeed new. He hadn't seen her here or anywhere before.

She was tall and fleshy, not in a fat way. She was curvy and damn! They were in the right, no, no, they were in their perfect places.

"May..." The girl cleared her throat. It was obvious to the man to see that she was trying to keep her cool and appear confident. A fascinating sight; so enchanting to him.

"May I take your order, sir?" asked the young service girl.

She was actually startled at how the guest seated on the couch reacted when he sat straight to look at her. She wasn't sure if it was a gaze of approval or disappointment.

All she could say was, it was intense. It was her first encounter with her own client. She prayed for a man easy to handle and serve. Now she wasn't sure if her prayers were answered or not.

Denny Vero was even more fascinated to hear her sweet voice. It wasn't shaking, although he could tell she was nervous like hell. He has been in this place for almost a year now. He had seen a lot of service girls. New and veterans. But this girl is way beyond their charm. He couldn't even answer her question right away. He was savoring the moment of seeing her for the very first time.

He comes to Sweet Haven to blow off steam once in a while, very seldom as he does not lack women to share a bed with. Fling or a one-night stand, some are booty calls and no string-attached arrangements, but lately, he cannot help coming around more often than he would usually do. He'd usually be here when someone invited him to celebrate something with women at their sides, serving them from drinks to whatever they would order. Even for extra service. It has turned out to be as frequent as every other week, then to weekly, and now he is here for the second time this week already.

He was just too stressed at work and he did not think he was in any good condition to be with a woman unless it was paid sex. Just to be fair, because he might get out of control and hurt his partner in bed, intentionally or not. Recently, he has been so sensitive that he is afraid he might get annoyed by too much noise from a woman moaning in pleasure while in bed.

But neither could he be too rude to shut a woman down unless he knew he was paying her for sex and so he could order her to do everything that would please him, pleasing him alone, if that is what would make him feel better. The effort won't be necessary for him to return whatever pleasure he is receiving when he is with a service girl, because the girls here are properly oriented on what and how to act when they are with a client.

"Ahmm... Sir...?" the service girl nervously uttered.

His stares were making the service girl feel uncomfortable. She could feel he was eye-raping her, but as he was not saying anything, it was making the service girl doubt her thoughts were right. She was torn between running away or approaching him even more seductively. Imitating her trainers. But right now, she was burning hot in both embarrassment and the way he was intently gazing at her.

Seeing her exposed skin turn fiery red, he was starting to feel aroused. He kept his look fixedly at her as he lifted his right hand's index finger in a come over here gesture. She sauntered her way to him. Her mind was different from her body. She was mentally aware she had to make this man pleased with her, but her body was so timid. She had a view of confidence and hesitation all in one.

Denny Vero was even more entertained. He was convinced this girl was brave. A beautiful and courageous kind of girl. It turns him on even harder. When she was only a few steps closer, she stopped, and he checked her posture. He checked her out without concealing his ogling stare. The girl was even more embarrassed. She might even faint if she wasn't brave enough.

"Turn around..." Denny commanded in a low voice.

And she did, but her actions were done so abruptly. As if it was her chance to hide her face from him.

"Again. Slowly this time..." The client commanded again.

And she did. Slowly she turned around again.

She felt her confidence come back with just a quick breath with her back to him and came around again just like how she was trained. She turned around and stopped. Facing him with a bright smile. She was smiling, but her heart was pounding. She really hoped she was able to hide her less confident mien.

"What's your name?" Denny asked, his eyes were still intently gazing at her.

He wanted to touch her, but he was still trying to hold his sanity as he still needed to know her name and tell her his order of drinks. He waited to hear her sweet, gentle voice again. His ears were almost flapping in excitement to hear her speak again.

"Trisha, sir. My name is Trisha." The service girl answered politely.

Trisha, her name in Sweet Haven, is Aleah Silver, a college student taking Accountancy, who had to give up her studies and work in a men's club to earn more than the minimum wage that she could get from any part-time job she could ever manage to find in her urgent need to pay her mom's medical bills.

A few months ago, while on her way home from work, Trisha's mom was found almost half-dead by the side of the road. There was no way to find out what happened to her because the only surveillance camera closest to the scene was not working. It did not capture anything helpful for the authorities to find which car or who was behind the accident. It was only after the patient was brought to the hospital and checked that her family found out she had been hit by a car, taking from the injuries she got and based on the location where she was found.

But because Trisha's mom was a victim of a hit-and-run case, the cost of her medical assistance fell on the family's shoulders. A family in which Trisha was the next adult in line. Her dad died on duty a few years back in the Military and her brother is still in his last year in senior high. She was desperate to earn money because the doctors told them, Trisha and her brother, that their mom's condition was too critical and needed urgent medical attention, costly medical attention.

Who wouldn't take such an offer when the pay is a few ten thousand a month?

Who would still take a moment to stop and think if every minute counts because her mom was in an oxygen tank which might get plugged out if she did not get to pay her bills the soonest possible?

For Trisha, she was willing to sell her soul in her deepest desire to save her mom. And just think about the consequences later of her actions now. So, when a person lent her hand to help Trisha by giving her a calling card with only a name and a phone number on it and telling Trisha it might help, she did not hesitate. The person who gave her the calling card was the assistant manager of the art professor who hired Trisha to pose for his students while painting her portrait. It was because Trisha asked for more gigs so she could earn more, but when she told her the amount she needed to gather, the assistant shook her head and, with a reluctant mind, handed her the calling card.

"I am not so sure I should give you this, but think about it and decide for yourself," the assistant said with a wary heart. "But with the amount of money you need for your mom, I believe you will earn maybe more with the beauty you have."

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.