The Billionaire's affair with a prostitute

Tricia is a twenty-one year old girl who lives in an underdeveloped area with her sick father, Ronald, in Malate, Manila. Their house is small, made of wood and iron patchwork. They were simply fortunate that no powerful typhoons had struck their area thus far. Tricia only finished high school and was unable to attend college due to a lack of money. Sometimes, she found herself alone in her room, thinking about her life. Nothing hurts more when you're crying at night without making a noise and losing your breath with those silent screams of hurt.

Luckily, she is also supported by her handsome lover, Efron, who works as an elementary school teacher and always brings her food after work every day.

Tricia used to sell fish at the market, but it didn't work out, so she had to find another job. She applied to several fast-food restaurants and businesses, but they all required a college diploma.

The overwhelming rejection, failures, and discrimination made her depressed. When she got home, she was shocked to see Efron feeding her father and sitting next to him, and her face got an odd expression as she noticed he was still dressed in his uniform.

Tricia hustled and tapped on his shoulder. "Hey Efron, you should go home now. I've been abusing your kindness too much."

Efron swiveled his head around and put the food on the table before explaining. "I'm glad you're already here, Tricia. The door to your house was open, so I went in right away. I saw your father sitting here and he was looking at the food I brought, so I know he's hungry!"

Tricia put her pink handbag on the table and sat next to Efron, who noticed the sadness on her face. He took the plate and fed Tricia's father again. "How was your day? Do you already have a job?"

Tricia breathed heavily and fought back her tears. "Well, I failed the interview because they discovered I only had a high school diploma, and didn't waste any more time getting to know me better. How sad... this country is full of judgmental people!"

Efron just continued to feed Tricia's father while they talked. "Don't you want to be a call center agent? They accept high school graduates as well," he suggests. "With your educational background, you have a better chance of being hired in a call center, not to mention the salary, perks, and bonuses they offer if you get hired."

Tricia's scarlet lips turned down in a disapproving frown.

"Call center is not really my thing, Efron. My mind doesn't work at night; I doubt that my interviewer will only mock my English speaking skills," she replied with a long face.

Efrom felt his mouth grimace but worked not to show his disappointment too strongly. "I have no single shred of doubt to you, Tricia. But it seems to me that you are picky in choosing work. You will starve to death if you do not change your perspective. Remember, your father depends on you as well."

"Well, maybe the companies I applied to were not meant for me," Tricia said as she opened her handbag and fixed her ruffled hair in the mirror. "I am so beautiful. What a shame, they should at least base the interview on my physical appearance. If only I could sell my body to them, I would have done it!"

Efron did not hold his tongue and spoke angrily.

"Tricia, find another way to earn money except for prostitution. Although it can give you instant money and gratification, it will do more harm than good in the long run, I swear!"

Tricia abruptly turned away from the mirror and grinned at his brilliant suggestion. "I guess, you're right, I shouldn't be too picky in choosing a job. I will apply again tomorrow, and I am hoping that tomorrow is my lucky day. Anyway, thank you, Efron, I owe you so much and even my soul is not enough to repay your kindness to me and my father."

Efron gave Tricia a solemn look after he finished feeding her father. "I understand your situation, Tricia; you don't have to repay my kindness, all I am asking is for you to be my girlfriend; you are so special to me and I am so obsessed with you," he said as he took his bag from his back, opened it, and handed Tricia a box of chocolate to proclaim his love for her. "I brought your favorite chocolate, I hope you like it!"

Tricia flinched in surprise. "Ferrero chocolate? Isn't it expensive?" .

Efron smiled rakishly. "Yes, I received my salary earlier today, and we still have a bonus to claim. There is an old saying that sharing your blessings with others will make you happy, and I am. Although, as much as I'd like to make it more romantic, I couldn't find any real flowers to pair with the chocolate!"

Tricia was utterly delighted by Efron's efforts to make her happy, although she couldn't deny her guilty feelings. "Thank you, Efron, but I wish you had saved your money instead of buying me expensive food."

Efron nodded in disagreement and tried to shove her unpleasant thoughts away. "Of course not, I am giving you something to express how much I desire you, Tricia, nothing more and nothing less!"

Tricia got to her feet and helped her father, Ronald, walk into his room. Efron saw that she was struggling, so he assisted her. They put Ronald on his bed, and Tricia pulled Efron by the arms and brought him into the living room.

"Look, I have a lot on my mind right now, so I am not yet ready to accept your love, Efron. You are handsome, kind, thoughtful, understanding, smart, and most importantly, you're an educated man. You deserve a better woman than me," she bluntly stated.

Efron's face reddened as his excitement turned to disappointment. "That's not true. Why are you underestimating yourself so much? Coz you are just a high school graduate? I'm not putting you down, am I? Tricia, educational attainment is not as important as attitude. Trust me, there is no other woman I want other than you. You are beautiful inside and out."

Tricia twisted her lips and spoke softly. "Pardon me, I did not intend to hurt your feelings, Efron. I am still processing the rejections I received today and I feel so down right now. That is why I could not hold back my tongue from degrading myself!"

Efron put his arms around her shoulder and looked directly into her eyes. "Rejection is a part of life. You did not lose them, Tricia, they lost you. Now rise up and be the person I know you can be. I have faith that you will get the job that you want, not too long from now!"

Tricia grinned at Efron's wonderful advice to her, and she felt motivated.

"I don't want to rush you, Tricia. I am patiently waiting for you to love me back... By the way, let us call it a day. I'll be heading home now, I've already put your dish for dinner in the fridge," Efron continued.

Before leaving, Efron gave Tricia a forehead kiss, and he walked through the door until he disappeared from her sight. Tricia nodded and admitted that she had no feelings for her handsome suitor but could not find the right words to say it. She put the chocolate in her fridge and thought about what Efron had said.

In Tricia's mind, she has no other choice but to sacrifice her dignity in case she can't get a decent job. Using her cellphone, she searched for possible nearby resto-bars hiring in their area, and discovered some of them were hiring female prostitutes. She chatted with a granny named Glenda, who was offering a huge tip to her employees based on the extra service they gave to the customer. They had a very long discussion before she decided to go to the resto-bar which is one ride away from her home.

The next day, Tricia brought her bio-data and wore her black dress, revealing her white legs and shoulders to impress Ms. Glenda. She also exerted an effort to make-up her face, put on red lipstick to match her outfit, and then bathed herself in cheap perfume. She carried her pink bag with a green pattern design that contained her coin purse, handkerchief, and cellphone. She folded her bio-data in half and put it in her bag. Before leaving, she fed her sick father and promised him that she would return as soon as possible.

As soon as Tricia stepped outside her house, many perverted men were like magnets who could not take their malicious eyes off of her. Some of them even whistle at her as if she were a dog. Many women also glared at her, thinking she was a whore. Tricia paid no attention to her unfriendly and judgmental neighbors. She just continued walking with her chin up.

She rode a Jeep and later arrived in Malate, Manila, where she saw that many resto-bars had hiring signs hanging on their doors. She explored the area until she came across Glenda's resto-bar, which resembles an old house made of wood and glass windows. She knocked, and an old, petite woman of 45 years of age, wearing a sexy blue dress and heavy make-up, opened the door.

The old woman crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Tricia from bottom to top of her body. "Are you going to apply here?" she asked with a cheerful fake smile.

Tricia gave an anxious smile at the old woman's scary facial expression. "Ah... yes, I would like to apply for any available job here."

The old woman stepped back and widened the opening of the wooden door. "Come in, I am the owner of this resto-bar and I will be conducting your interview!"

Tricia came in and rolled her eyes around the area. It was a bit dark inside, but the ray of the sun's light coming from the outside enabled her to see the round tables surrounded by chairs, the disco ball above the ceiling, and plenty of alcohol in the bar area.

The old woman went to a corner near the bar to turn on the lights. She sat in the chair and offered Tricia a seat in front of her. "Come here so we can start your interview, beautiful lady."

Tricia pulled out a chair and sat in front of the old woman. As soon as she was seated, she took her pink handbag and gave her bio-data to her.

The old woman took it and read it in silence before speaking again. "Based on your bio-data, your name is Tricia, and you only finished high school," said the old woman who was perusing her bio-data.

Tricia's forehead glistened in sweat. "I am... but as far as I know, you accept high school graduates, is that correct?"

The old woman put down Tricia's bio-data and turned to face her. She spoke calmly, and Tricia's nervousness vanished into thin air. "Actually, your bio-data is useless since I don't own a company. All I need is you and, of course, your sexy body to entice customers and bring them here," she then raised her eyebrows at Tricia. "I am certain that you already knew the nature of your job. Is that right?"

"Indeed Madam, I am well aware of the job I am applying for," answered Tricia who flew a frustrated breath.

"Your salary depends on how many customers you bring here and the extra service you provide them. The more customers you bring, the more money you earn. Is it fine with you? I'm sure you read everything in my post before you came here, Tricia."

Tricia gave Glenda a wide smile. "Yes, I am totally fine with that. By the way, isn't your name Glenda, Madam?"

Glenda nodded. "Yes, you're right. Tell me something about your life first. It's better if I know a little bit about you!"

"No problem, I don't have any other family besides my father who refrain from talking when my mom died a long time ago due to a car accident," Tricia exhaled and fought back her tears before speaking again. "Actually, I was the one he was blaming for my mom's unfortunate passing... I was a kid back then, recklessly crossing the street while my mom was busy buying me an ice cream, and then a van passed by, and she pushed me away before it hit me, and she was the one who died.

Glenda could no longer hold her tongue and interrupted her. "Did you consult a doctor?"

"I did, but his doctor told me he was severely traumatized, and the therapy for his condition is quite expensive. In my case, only a miracle can cure his disease."

Glenda could feel her anguish in the tone of her voice and gave a grimaced facial expression. "I feel so sorry for you, Tricia. Do you have a boyfriend, husband, or children?"

"None. I am not yet ready for that, Madam."

Glenda put her elbow on the table and rested her hand on her chin. "Honestly, you have a nice look and a slim body. Have you ever flirted with anyone?"

"Actually, I have a lover who is obsessed with me, although I admit that he is not my ideal man."

"That's good to know, so let me be honest with you, and I hope you don't take it the wrong way: are you still a virgin?"

Tricia was gasping in shock at Glenda's too vulgar question. She bowed her head and answered in a firm voice to prove she was telling the truth. "Yes, I am... never been touched and never been kissed!"

Glenda was pleasantly surprised to hear her response. "It has been a long time since I met someone like you; we will undoubtedly earn a lot with your fresh body," Ms. Glenda said as she shook Tricia's hand. "Congratulations, you've been accepted and can start tonight!"

Tricia gave an appreciative grin as they shook their hands. "Thank you very much, Ma'am Glenda. Can you elaborate more about my job?"

"Aside from flaunting your body and seducing the customers, you will also serve beer to them. You should look presentable and attractive, so they will give you a tip that you must give to me. But in your case, I have a customer who is looking for a virgin girl like you. His offer is 200 dollars. Of course, I own 85 percent of it, and the rest is yours! Take it or leave it?"

Tricia accepted Glenda's offer due to her being stupid and gullible. "That is a great deal. In fact, I have never handled that much money in my entire life. What time is my duty time and what will I wear?" she wondered.

"It's simple, our resto-bar opens at 7:30 pm. So you have to be here at the bar by 6:30 p.m. We have many competing resto-bars nearby, so you need to wear an outfit like that outside and aggressively invite guys to come here," explained Glenda.

"I will take note of that, Madam," Tricia replied.

"Before anything else, let me remind you of some things I hate the most. First, don't be late, or else you will be considered absent. Second, I also don't want to hear you insulting your customers. Just let them touch your body as long as they pay for it."

"Don't worry, I am not a sensitive person. Thank you very much again for accepting me. I am glad that there is no discrimination here, unlike at the other companies I applied to!"

"Well, consider me your good angel. As long as you satisfy your customer and they pay me well, I'll give you a big bonus." Glenda said excitedly. She leaned towards Tricia and lowered her voice. "Your first customer is a billionaire, so take this chance and let him f*cked you like there is no tomorrow. Watch p*rns so you know how to make him happy as well. Guys like girls who know how to ride their d*ck," she advised.

Tricia took this opportunity to ask Glenda for a small favor. "Before I leave, can I ask for some food? My father doesn't have anything to eat at home anymore. I'm ashamed to ask for help from other people. Sorry, you can deduct it from my salary if you want!"

Glenda took her blue purse from her pocket and gave Tricia $5 out of pity. "I feel sorry for you, Tricia... life has been so difficult for you, and I am grateful to be able to help you, even in small ways... you made the right decision to swallow your pride and sell your body."

Tricia tearfully accepted the money from Ms. Glenda, who sent her home immediately so she could take care of her sick father. Before going home, she bought food for her father and arrived at her home before lunch.

At exactly 5 in the afternoon, she got herself ready out of excitement. She looked in the mirror, applied make-up, and dressed in a red sleeveless shirt and mini shorts that revealed her white legs. Efron, who came from work, arrived at her house to bring her a box of chocolate and a bouquet of flowers. The door was wide open, so he just went inside. Tricia came out of her room when she heard familiar footsteps inside, and Efron was taken aback when he saw Tricia.

"What's with the outfit, Tricia? Am I missing something in your life? The thickness of your make-up and the shortness of your clothes. I think I already know you inside and out!"

Tricia put her hands on her waist and told him the good news. "This is not just my outfit for today. I was accepted at a resto-bar and this style of clothing is required to attract customers. Do I look pretty in your eyes?" she answered, flaunting her sexy body.

Efron placed a box of chocolate and flowers on the table and slightly raised his voice. "Don't tell me you are working as a prostitute? You're still underage, and your dignity is far more important than the money!" he exclaimed.

"Didn't you say I had to swallow my pride if I wanted to get my family out of poverty? This is the solution," Tricia takes Efron's hand and begs him to understand and support her, rather than scold her. "Please, this is the only option for someone like me; I am grateful that my employer is nice, and I am confident she will help me with my financial problems."

Efron yelled on impulse, lecturing Tricia, hoping to instill in her mind that she is deserving of a decent career. "Please, don't do this. I told you there are many occupations out there that pay well without taking your dignity away. I beg you, Tricia, never resort to prostitution just to survive. I can't even imagine another man calling you a whore-"

Tricia interrupted Efron's speech and yelled in anger. "As long as I'm paid, I am willing to degrade myself for the sake of my father, Efron. I'll ask you, if you were in my situation and your father had a serious illness, would you be willing to sacrifice your dignity?"

Efron blinked twice as if shocked by the question. "You're wrong Tricia. I am nothing like you. I saved my virginity for someone I loved. The world is vast and opportunities are abundant, but because you gave up so quickly, you've decided to become a prostitute and used your father's illness as an excuse," Efron frankly answered.

Tricia's tears welled up in her eyes. She felt so small and degraded by what he said. "I thought you were the first person to understand what I was going through? Are you judging me too? I remember you said you were different from all the men I've seen, Efron."

"I hope you don't misinterpret what I am saying, Tricia. I am trying to enlighten you, please. I can still help you and your father survive your life, don't be blinded by instant money," he appealed.

Tricia walked to the door and gestured her hand outside. "The best thing you can do is to leave my house. I don't have time to argue with you, Efron. If you want, bring the flowers and chocolate you brought. I will also pay for all the tangible help you provided us!"

Efron tried to calm her down with soothing words. "Come on, I'm not blaming you, Tricia. I am just concerned with you. It hurts me to see you being judged by the people around us. They will look down on you even more," he explained.

"So the truth finally came out of your mouth? What other people say about me is also important to you?" asked Tricia.

Efron felt guilty about what he said, and he apologized in an attempt to calm her down. "I didn't mean to say that... I'd like to say sorry if everything I said has offended you."

Tricia was annoyed and frustrated by Efron's stubbornness. "Please, just leave Efron! Take the chocolate and flowers you brought. I don't want any of them."

"Just chill for a moment. Can you tell me where is resto-bar you'll be working at?" he asked. "And if you want, I can take you there, Tricia!"

Tricia responded immediately, despite her irritation with his insistent demeanor. "At Ermita Manila, block 207 resto-bar Daanghari Street, but don't come with me, I can take care of myself. I told my boss that I don't have a boyfriend, and you might sabotage my job if she sees you with me, so do me a favor and leave my house, Efron. I still have my utmost respect for you despite what you said earlier."

Efron was really stubborn and did not want to leave. He tried another way to appease her. "Alright, you have my support, but let me stay here at your house so I can take care of your father while you are gone."

"You don't need to. Dad is asleep, and I already told him I'm leaving. He can still move his body, so rest assured that he's doing just fine."

Efron took the flowers and chocolate he brought and slowly walked through the door. Tricia could feel his extreme sadness in the way he dragged his feet on the ground. It was heavy, like he was rebelling and refusing to leave.

When Efron got out, Tricia returned to her room to get her handbag and leave. The moment she stepped outside, she could see at the edge of her sight that perverts could not take their eyes off of her again. Although she was insulted, she reminds herself that the opinions of others don't matter to her anymore.

At six o'clock in the evening, she finally arrived in Daanghari Malate, Manila. She rolled her eyes and saw women wearing seductive clothes that almost revealed their intimate body parts. Their excessive use of makeup has been their primary source of confidence. With this, they were able to conceal the scars, pimples, and other imperfections and insecurities they have. Some of them were smoking cigarettes to kill time while looking for possible customers to pass by.

When she arrived in front of the resto-bar of Ms. Glenda, three slim women with tattoos all over their bodies stared at her in surprise. One of them stood up and blew smoke on her face, and she coughed.

The rude woman sighed, threw her cigarette on the ground, and stomped to put out the fire. "Are you still a virgin?"

Tricia looked at the haughty woman and raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes, I'm still a virgin!"

The girl swiveled her head around and looked at her friends, and they all laughed in a mocking way.

Tricia found it odd to see them laughing and wondered. "Why are you laughing at me? Maybe you're not virgins anymore, right?" She asked in a deep voice to emphasize her question.

Katrina placed her mouth next to Tricia's ears and mumbled, "Hey, don't be overly confident here. I'm Katrina, and I'm Ma'am Glenda's right hand. Even though I'm not a virgin anymore, I've had a lot of customers ask for my extra service."

The door of the resto-bar suddenly opened, and Glenda, whose clothes were the same when she interviewed Tricia, showed up.

"Good evening to you, Ma'am Glenda. I arrived earlier today, so you wouldn't have anything to say," greeted Tricia.

Ms. Glenda looked at her from head to toe and commended her appearance. "Nice, you look prettier than earlier, Tricia. Just keep on impressing me," said Ms. Glenda. "By the way, did you take birth control pills to avoid getting pregnant?"

Tricia's face was filled with confusion, and she had no idea what pills were. "Excuse me, what are the pills you're talking about, Ma'am Glenda? I'm not sick; I can work tonight."

The three female prostitutes gazed at Tricia as if she were an imbecile, and they laughed out loud again. They only stopped when Glenda raised her eyebrows and defended Tricia. "Shut the f*ck up, Tricia is still a virgin, so she's innocent of such things. Give her a condom!"

Katrina took the condom out of her pocket and handed it to Tricia. "Remind your f*cker to wear that later so he doesn't get you pregnant!"

Tricia held the condom and gave it a delicate squeeze. She perceived it to be round, slick, and bubbly in the middle.

Ms. Glenda then introduced her three prostitute employees to Tricia, gesturing to each one of them as she mentioned their names. "By the way, Tricia, I would like you to meet Katrina, Moira, and Regine. Make friends with them so you can last here. They'll give you tips so you can be good at extra service. Your first customer will come later. And the good news is, he already paid me 100 dollars as a down payment to assure his spot as your first f*cker. So I am hoping you're not lying about your virginity, because if you are, I am going to make sure you will wish you were never born!"

Tricia slightly flinched. "You have nothing to worry about, Ma'am Glenda. I am true to my words. Thank you very much again for your warm welcome."

Glenda turned her gaze to her three other prostitutes. "Hey you three, don't bully Tricia and teach her to be wild in bed like you, so she won't fail to do her job. Do you understand?"

Her tone of voice was firm and straightforward, and her employees seemed to be scared she would hurt them if they tried to lay a finger on Tricia or hurled an insult at her again.

"Yes ma'am Glenda," replied Katrina.