The Billionnaire's contract lover

When I spotted the bouncers as my friend Jennifer and I was about to enter the disco club, I felt both anxious and embarrassed as well as happy and excited.

I have never been to a disco before.

Jennifer gave me a raised eyebrow.

She grabbed my arm as we entered the disco club, saying, "Of course, because you are a fucking virgin, come on."

She gave me a close, detailed look before sighing deeply.

"If I were a boy, I would want to taste every part of your body since you are a drop-dead gorgeous queen."

She has a lot of experience having sex with her ex-boyfriends, and Jennifer's mouth is very plain, vulgar, and unrestrained. Jennifer doesn't give a damn what other people might think of her or what she wants to say.

And based on what I perceive about myself, any man can lust for me despite the fact that my physique is not attractive. Jennifer gave me a loan of her carnation-pink body-tight dress, emphasizing my figure and making my boobs appear fuller and larger than usual. We had already entered the disco club, so there was nothing I could do to stop feeling uneasy and humiliated by the people who would see me.

The stage is surrounded by neon lights and neon-colored music, and people are shouting, dancing, and singing while drinking alcohol. Some individuals enjoy talking and kissing on one side.

I thought at the time that I was simply being kept in the dark because everyone else around me was emancipated, accepting, and free-spirited.

As I followed Jennifer upstairs, I became increasingly uneasy. Jennifer used the VIP card to get the bouncer to let us in when we went upstairs.

When Jennifer's friends welcomed us at the top once we reached the summit, I was taken aback.

Maxine said, "Hey, Virgin Corrina is here!" She kissed my cheeks, and I reciprocated.

Jennifer's friends were simultaneously clapping and laughing.

Victoria told me, "Corrina, you look hot."

I gave a timid smile and sat down next to Jennifer.

I was almost ashamed to say "thank you" for their compliments.

Since I don't believe in my own beauty, I honestly don't feel comfortable when people compliment me or call me lovely. While I'm wearing this clothing and applying makeup to my face, I feel like I'm just acting and concealing my shortcomings.

Victoria laughed as Maxine murmured something while looking at me, so I turned to look around. I believe they were referring to me, or perhaps they were surprised that Jennifer had invited me.

Only Antoinette's abrupt interruption caused me to lose focus.

"Corrina, do you want a timid, dull, cute boy or an aggressive, good in bed boy?" Hahaha, "

Dina breaks us up.

Dina smirked devilishly at me and said, "Do you want to drink, Corrina?"

My head shook.

I abstain from alcohol.

She offered me a glass of tequila and said, "Oh, come on, you're old-fashioned." We're here to party, not to whisper, and just make fun of the men walking by. "

Dina said, laughing at me, "Don't tell me you're still drinking milk until now." Dina added, while laughing at me.

She even made fun of me.

Jennifer defended me, saying, "She's not accustomed to drinking girls; leave her alone."

I kept staring at the shot glass Dina handed me. I forced myself to drink tequila because I was ashamed of myself for abstaining from alcohol. Due to the tequila's strong flavor, I nearly choked many times. Jennifer's companions laughed at me as a result; I appeared particularly humiliated in their eyes, and they started to roll their eyes, but she persisted. I was given a glass of tequila by Dina.

Jennifer halted Dina and said, "That's enough," but I still took the glass of tequila.

"Good lady, just drink," Dina said, "since the harsh taste of Tequila gradually fades until you get used to it and start to like it."

I want to demonstrate to them that I can adapt and maintain my drinking pace. I sipped the tequila shot glass, which caused mild dizziness in me.

Every time I drink a glass of tequila, my throat feels like it's flaming toward the rest of my body. They're all hyping me up.

Dina said, while intoxicated in her seat, "Wow! Corrina, you are doing fantastic!"

Maxine smiled as she rose to her feet and drew Jennifer away.

"Let's dance, girls," I said.

I can smell various aromas around us, and there are a few people who take a glimpse at us while others are busy dancing. Maxine seems to be getting tired of drinking tequila as she leads us one by one toward the dance floor.

We were already crammed with so many people, the music was unbearably loud, and I was beginning to feel like my head was starting to hurt. When Jennifer suddenly let go of my hands, I was startled and looked around. I was there, but I couldn't see her anymore. Young men were dancing in front of me, so I passed by the side, but it was really difficult to get by since everyone was so close. I wasn't sure which way to walk, so I looked all around, but I couldn't find my buddy anywhere.

I turned back because I was bewildered and a bit uneasy when I abruptly slammed into the chest of a large middle-aged man with a mustache and a really serious-looking face. He was dressed in a posh, expensive American suit, but I was terrified because he seemed a little hostile and had cold, calculating eyes.

The man laughed and said, "Baby, can you do me a lap dance?"

My cheeks started to flush, and I tried to stay away out of fear for my safety, but it was too late.

He grabs my hands, ties them to his strong palms, and then abruptly gives me a bear hug. The nasty middle-aged pervert pressed his lips against my neck and gave me a hasty kiss.

I tried to avoid him and fight off his arms, but he was too strong for me to move. As soon as I could move my knee, I kicked him with all my force in his dick.

The man released his hold on me after screaming in agony, "AHHH," and he winced for a while.

I escaped his grasp and moved away fast, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back toward him. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped and released me, and I found myself practically unsteady in my position.

Unexpectedly, a stranger cried out, "You keep away from my girlfriend," and blocked-in front of me to shield me from the middle-aged pervert's attack.

The middle-aged pervert scowled and appeared a little disinterested in what the other man was saying.

He pressed the young man, "Oh, REALLY? Show me. "

"YES," The stranger abruptly pulled me up and kissed me on the lips.

His appeal is really tempting, and his lips are very velvety. When everything was moving so quickly and my head was having trouble keeping up, I felt as though I could pass out.

After briefly losing consciousness, I quickly regained it and shoved the stranger until the perverted middle-aged man punched him. There was some disturbance as the stranger jumped onto the dance floor; people fled but had no idea where to hide or go. Despite my desire to escape, flee, and find my coworkers, I felt bad for the stranger who had just saved my life. He immediately kissed me without even asking my permission, and I wanted to smash his face alone.

Even though the bouncers were also approaching him as I watched the enraged middle-aged pervert approach him, I was still concerned. I searched the area until I found a bottle of beer, picked it up without hesitation, and then struck the middle-aged pervert in the head with it with all my power. The bottle hit him in the head, causing him to pass out and fall to the ground.

I was horrified by what I had done and thought I had committed a terrible crime. I didn't intend it when I said or did it, and I merely acted in self-defense to protect others.

After some time, strangely attired males showed up; they all wore black sunglasses and appeared to be the unusual young man's bodyguards. They approached the middle-aged pervert and then assisted in lifting him.

Due to my impression that they belonged to a syndicate, I became even more uneasy.

Because of my interaction with a crazy middle-aged man and a young stranger, I caused a minor disturbance at the disco club, putting my life in jeopardy.

Since I wasn't with my buddy Jennifer at the time, I still find it difficult to believe that I engaged in idiotic self-defense that almost certainly would have resulted in my death.

"COME ON!" The stranger yelled at me, pulling me away from the bouncers. He opened the exit door just in time for us to rush through it and out of the disco club.

Leaning against the wall, I gasped as I saw the man coming toward me. He grinned, and I could see his attractive features thanks to the streetlight; he was so seductive that I felt like melting away from where I was standing. Only then did I actually see a man with an odd good look; his appearance was heavenly, but then when I remembered that he had kissed me on the lips, I became enraged and hot-headed. His gray eyes were very keen, his nose was piercing, and his kissable lips were scarlet.

" I want to express my gratitude to you for saving my life....

I slapped him in the face swiftly before he could complete what he was about to say.

"PERVERT!

"I yelled.

The overwhelming intensity of the contact nearly caused his jaw to drop. He massaged his cheek, and I observed that it was red. I felt a bit guilty, but insisted that what I did was right. However, when he abruptly glanced over and began carefully staring at me, I began to question what I had done.

I now regret what I just did since I could clearly see the fierce flare of rage in his eyes. His eyes were glazed over and his face was practically crimson. Then, it seemed as though Lucifer was standing right in front of me.

My heart began to race with anticipation.

He exclaimed, "YOU ARE SUCH A BAD GIRL!" and grinned evilly at me.

I would have rather shouted to seek help, but that didn't happen. He gripped my waist, leaned me against the wall, and my back and ass virtually clung to the wall out of terror. I was convinced he would damage me from where I was standing. He kissed me repeatedly, and each time he bit my lips with great excitement, I was unable to keep up. He grabbed my legs, and although he tied my hands and held me securely, I was unable to move.

His tongue was interested and appeared to be exploring something inside my mouth. His mouth was so delectable; he tasted like peppermint menthol blended with bubblegum. I was enjoying it and it was breath-taking, and I couldn't help but crave an even more delectable sensation. Even so, I sighed and enjoyed the moment.

My cheeks felt warm, and my heart was racing.

I could feel how large his manhood was since his balls were firmly affixed to my stomach. My body was sweating profusely, and I was trembling and feeling as though something wanted to burst all over me. I was also feeling dizzy due to the strong and furious force that was raging inside of me. Even worse, my clitoris is aching and my body is overheating, and I'm unsure if I'll be able to urinate. I am experiencing dizziness and believe I will soon pass out, yet I am unable to express what has happened.

He abruptly released me after a while, leaving me bewildered out of breath.

My entire body became numb, and I was unable to move as our lips parted and our saliva-filled, wet lips split. However, I felt a small amount of blood oozing from my lips.

I attempted to wipe my lips, but he attacked me once more, and I was unable to stop myself from performing this erotic behavior. He sucked my lips, which somewhat hurt before he released his hold on me.

He swallowed numerous times and said, "Your lips are so sweet, as sweet as your blood." He seemed to have ingested both my saliva and blood.

There was a tremor and rumble in my chest, and I felt like I was going insane. I was too I to question him, "Are you a vampire? Why are you sucking my blood from your lips?"

He laughed aloud, making me appear even more pitiful.

He said with a devilish grin, "Just now again I've tasted a special woman like you, virgin."

I blushed with intense shame at him finding out I was still a virgin.

"I owe you, my life. I'll give you my calling card."

He pulled a calling card out of his pants pocket and handed it to me right away. At first, I declined, but he urged that I accept the calling card.

He grinned at me and said, "If you need anything, phone me; I'm ready to help, especially on how to teach you how to make love." He smiled at me.

I told him, "Stupid! You are nuts."

His cool and seductive voice welcomed me, "Wait, I kissed you but I still didn't know your name."

I grimaced.

I turned my back on him and said, "What am I simple to get? You just kissed me effortlessly, you'll have a hard time finding out what my name is."

JENNIFER? He questioned.

I saw that Jennifer's name was embroidered in a little font on the dress' hem.

I responded to him.

"It's not my name,"

He walked away without ever looking back at me, saying, "Well, I guess I'll just ask Jennifer what your true name is."

He never turned to face me and kept walking, saying, "Thanks for the kiss, I enjoyed it. Hopefully, next time we meet, I'll not just taste your lips but as well as your body and soul, Goodbye."

In utter irritation, I yelled "ARGH," took off my stiletto, and flung it at him, but it missed him.

I'm not sure if I'll be mad at my weakness for letting him kiss me or at my flirting for letting him taste my lips because I was seduced by his sex appeal. Because I recently let a stranger to claim my lips, I gave in to my ego and it appears that I have lost half of my virginity. My desire to open my tender lips to the man I would love and wed have been dashed.

Because of the confusion in my head, I didn't even think to ask the stranger's name or comprehend that he had also saved my life from the middle-aged pervert man. Instead, I stuffed the calling card he had handed me inside my dress.

"CORRINA!"

I heard a woman's voice calling from a distance, so I turned to look and saw Jennifer hurriedly coming toward me.

"I've been seeking for you for a while, where have you been?"

I pleaded with her, "Can you take me home? Don't worry, I'm fine."

She encourages me as we go alongside the road, saying, "Sure, come on."

Before my younger brother, Rafael opened the door, Jennifer and I repeatedly rang the doorbell from outside our home as soon as Rafael face us in front of the door. He yawned and flickered, and I believe we even woke him up from slumber.

" Sister, where have you been and why are you late? It's already dawn, Our parents have been worried about you before, so I'm glad they fell asleep right away, good thing it wasn't our father or Mother who answered your call because I'm sure they'll chastise you. Come on. Let's get inside."

My brother was rubbing his drowsy eyelids, and I could feel the fear and concern in his eyes. I felt bad, and I wasn't yet aware that it would soon be morning because I could already hear chickens crow all at once.

"Wait, what time is it and the chickens are crowing?" Jennifer asked Rafael.

My little brother yelled angrily, "Ms. Jennifer, it's twelve in the morning and it's no longer a reasonable hour for a girl like you to come home."

"Oh, go ahead, Rafael and Corrina, I'd better get leaving. Let's just meet up tomorrow. Oh my god, I have to go."

From that point on, Jennifer left our house, and I got the impression that she was eager to get home to their house because her father would undoubtedly chastise her there.

I thanked Jennifer and said, "Are you sure you can go home alone?"

"Of course, I'm sure, goodbye."

I followed her with my gaze and waited for her to pass the corner before I entered our house. My brother and I walked quietly and moved slowly so that we would not create any noise that could be a source of distraction to wake our parents and other siblings.

I kept my eyes on her and waited for her to round the corner before I went inside. My brother and I took our time and went gently to avoid making any disturbance that would have distracted our parents or other siblings.

My brother went to his room, and I walked right to my room. After shutting the door, I didn't instantly fall asleep; instead, I took a moment to survey my surroundings and breathe deeply before taking off my clothing and entering the bathroom.

I pretended to be able to wash away the grime and the memory of last night while taking a bath. When my hair finally dried, I walked to my closets to get some overall pajamas. After a while, I lay down on my plush bed and was astounded by the ceiling until the repeating memory of being in the disco club returned.

I haven't gotten over what happened earlier yet.

The middle-aged pervert who nearly raped me was there again, along with the baffling array of disco lights in their many hues. I could still clearly picture him kissing my neck, which I detested. I flung my pillows to the ground and started to cry from the immense aggravation and fury I was experiencing.

Different feelings poured out of my heart.

I had no idea that the fun I had at the disco club would be overshadowed by a traumatic experience due to a rude, maniac man who came dangerously close to trampling on my femininity.

I grieved in silence for a while as I curled up on my bed. The incident was still fresh in my thoughts, and up until this point, the anxiety in my chest had persisted. However, after a while, I began to think about the young stranger who had stolen a kiss from me once more.

At what he did to me, I couldn't help but bite my lip, and even now, I can still feel the warmth of his lips on me. I felt like I was fantasizing about him at these times, but it was so delicious to relish the moments our bodies collided. However, I was abruptly horrified and embarrassed of myself. Just now, I felt such a scorching feeling slicing into every vein in my entire body.

It wasn't until I was dozing off in my bed that I realized I had been thinking about him nonstop and had overlooked his calling card.

I had believed that he would simply go from my memory, but I was mistaken; he followed me throughout my dream.

He immediately forced me into the bed while I was still in my room. When my body was revealed after he had begun to undress me, he kissed every inch of it. Every time his lips touch my body, I go insane. Prior to pulling his hair, I was squealing with joy.

I pleaded with him, "Oh, Babe, please, I want you inside me right now."

He caressed his manhood and said, "All right." He was in the mood to tease.

Even better, he approached me and kissed my ear.

He licked my earlobe and asked, "Do you want me?"

I sighed in frustration, "Yes."

He squeezed my nipples and stroked my breast. He penetrated me in a single swift stroke, moving quickly and roughly as I had desired. I screamed with joy because I was so thrilled. I had reached the climax when he even sucked my nipples, but he kept moving inside of me.

I screamed out loud, struggling for air, "AHHH!"

One of my legs was draped over his shoulder by him. He violently and fiercely pumped me from the inside, like a ravenous beast. He pumped me harder since he wasn't finished.

"Oh my gosh!"

He eventually reached the peak and fell on top of me.

When I opened my eyes, I immediately got out of bed and nearly collapsed. I rolled my eyes and looked around; there wasn't a man in the bed with me, and I saw that the sun had peaked through the window.

I got out of bed right away because it was morning, but when I looked at the butt of my pajamas, I realized that it was wet. I felt around, and I found that the wetness was coming from my feminine parts, so I immediately took off my pajamas and my underwear. When I realized I had sperm leaking while I was sleeping, my eyes opened when I saw the sticky, creamy white sperm. I also had intense blushing and chilly sweating.

I then understood that I had previously had what are referred to as "liquid dreams," but how could that be? Is it feasible for a woman to have liquid dreams, which is the act of passing a creamy liquid from the penis while one is asleep, which exclusively occurs in men? And he turned into my sexual fantasy in order to make me ejaculate; since since I met him, I haven't been able to comprehend myself; I've already used profanity, and thinking about him makes me need sex even though I don't even know who he is or even his name.

I quickly grabbed the white body-tight dress Jennifer had lent me from the hamper, shook off the fabric till the calling card fell to the ground, picked it up, and carefully read the name of the young stranger.

GUILLERMO R. LACOSTA

Young Mafia Billionaire

My hands were shaking, and my body was starting to become cold as I nearly dropped the calling card and it slid to the ground. I couldn't quite believe that he was a powerful, influential billionaire and, even worse, a Mafia. At this point, I may have been in danger of losing my life, and it's possible that he was already pursuing me with his bodyguards as retaliation for what I did to him the night before. I was shocked and uneasy for a moment when I thought about how I had slapped him and said hurtful words.

However, I suddenly recalled what he had stated.

"Call me if you need anything; I'm ready to help, especially with teaching you how to make love,"

Is it feasible that if I save his life, he will assist me? But when I thought back to what he had just said, I became even more frightened and concerned.

" I guess I'll just ask Jennifer what your true name is,"

There are many women with the name Jennifer in the globe, but with someone as wealthy as him, nothing is impossible. He can trace all of my friends and where I reside, so I am confident that once he figures out where I am, I will be dead.