4 The Richman - Mr. Driver

Two days after meeting Richman I am still living in the shadows while tonight I will be doing my second "Show". There will not be a man who offers me so expensive again, I might fall in the hands of a bald old man who is actually helpless but still wants a challenging sex where he just plays himself while watching girls make out like what happened to some of my friends who play in groups. We had a chance to chat at mealtime and we exchanged stories, of course they did a lot of stories because I didn't have anything to tell.

"Hopefully tonight it's your turn to play as a group." Teasing one of them and I shudder with horror at the thought that I should touch the other girl, I don't want that kind of relationship at all. Even though actually being prostitutes, we have to be prepared with various risks, the roles we have to play in the face of people who are thirsty for entertainment and pay us for that satisfaction.

I was taking a shower and the image of Richman's face kept hanging in my mind, I hope he will come tonight and change his mind. When we were offered I hoped he would offer me even if it was so low, I didn't care, fuck about the 10% fee for me, I just didn't want to fall into the hands of another man, because I owe Richman my debt.

I really want to give my most precious possession to that man, even though he actually doesn't want that, but I have nothing else but my virginity, while the hundred thousand dollars I gave to the foundation mother yesterday turned out to be able to save baby Viana who had to undergo surgery because of a disorder. congenital heart that he suffered from birth.

I'm so thankful for what I was able to do yesterday, even if I didn't really sweat it myself. I also said that one of my acquaintances was kind enough to give a little money to the foundation, and the foundation mother never knew I was working as a prostitute, she received the money with gratitude and she even prayed that I could continue to work well in my current workplace. this.

"I turned the towel around and came out of the bathroom to change my clothes and got ready to go to the wardrobe room, because we have to be there two hours before the show to make sure we look perfect tonight.

"Joel..." I greet a girl at the receptionist, we got acquainted when I first entered this building. Actually, Joely is the one who knows who the men who signed up to attend as guests tonight, because everyone will call through Joel, even though they use their personal assistant for bookings, but Joel already has a list of names.

"Hi . . ." We hugged briefly.

"How was your day?" Joel asked.

"Not bad." I answered briefly.

"Is Richman on the list?" I asked hopefully, in a whisper only Joel could hear. And when my eyes met hers expectantly, Joel shook her head.

"His assistant did not contact me until the end of the booking time."

"Oh..." My heart was broken instantly. I really hope that guy comes tonight and he doesn't. After me, tonight I won't be able to survive anymore, other men won't be as wise as him, or at least they won't think of anything other than themselves. They will think about how to get maximum satisfaction regardless of us workers.

***

"Why don't you seem excited today?" Asked Mrs. Drew to me while putting on my face.

"I don't know ..." I smiled briefly.

"You're the topic of conversation everywhere, and Mrs. Morrison hopes that all of her girls can sell as much as you."

"Hopefully tonight the man comes again." Mrs. Drew gave me encouragement and I could only fake a smile, how could I because I knew he would not come tonight.

"You look like a dear angel." Mrs. said Drew praised her own work.

"It's because of your angel's hand." I took her hand and squeezed it, trying to find strength in the warm, soft hand. I hope that in my life, at least once in my life I will have the opportunity to touch my mother's hand like I touched Mrs. Drew.

"Thanks Mrs. Drew." I smiled at her before I left her and changed my clothes into the clothes provided. And today we are wearing white dresses for Greek goddesses. Complete with coronas from leaves that decorate our heads. I had felt that I would be charming if this had not happened in the context of self-prostitution.

Like what happened to us two days ago, it happened to me to be more precise, because last night my friends remained on duty while I got the vacation privilege because I made quite a lot of money the night before. And according to the information I heard from Mss. Parrish, the agency is contacting Richman to offer a cooperation like what happened to him and Gabrielle Zein some time ago, but Richman refused without reason.

I don't know, I've only met that guy once and my heart has been broken many times because of his refusal, which, although I didn't hear it directly with my ears, managed to shatter my entire being to pieces. And now I shouldn't care whose hands it falls into, yet from the start I knew that I would fall into the hands of many men, change, take turns, and can't be determined every night.

"You look very beautiful." Mss. Parish comes to me and pats my arm, I smile falsely to welcome the favors. Somehow I felt a vibe of rivalry that she was trying to hide from me but I was too sensitive to feel it. If she hadn't said it, it might have felt a little different to me. But Mss. Parrish said it was just to boost my spirit which was shattered before the show even started.

"Come on girls, the time has come." Shouted Mss. Parrish and we walked our catwalk bag into the room where many men were sitting impatiently. I came out at number five and immediately spread my gaze to all corners of the room and somehow my heart felt like it stopped beating when I saw that pair of eyes were in the front row on the far right and was staring at me even though his hands were folded across his chest as if to show an indifference.

My eyes even glaze over and my throat is suddenly dry. That gaze, even though I saw her before in a dim light, but in a state of light this bright, it felt the same. The gaze directly pierced my heart so it felt like I didn't want to live anymore, I wanted to die in peace under that gaze.

My blood rustled as I passed next to where she sat and my dress fluttered in the wind, catching her and she didn't brush it off. She let my dress touch her, and somehow I can even imagine touching her with my hands, paying for my entire distress two nights ago, which I didn't even think about touching.

***

We left the show room and headed for the waiting room to wait for our quota to play group or individually, in which room and with whom. All is still a puzzle. This time it's longer than the first night I showed. We even had to wait more than thirty minutes to get our assignment.

After more than thirty minutes, Mss. Parrish came and immediately divided the tasks quickly for my nine friends, leaving myself alone in the room without any assignments. My heart wonders impatiently, what happened to me, why all my friends got rations while I did not.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Mss. Morrison is talking about you with a guest."

"Still about bidding?" I asked.

"Yes... A man wants you."

"Richman?" I asked curiously, even though this was actually too presumptuous, too brave, and too confident. Mss. Parrish's eyebrows hooked up.

"Richman has picked another girl tonight." Mss said. Parrish. Her gaze increasingly made me unable to understand it. She looks so cute in front of me, but her gaze can never lie.

"Who?" I asked impatiently.

"Don't you know the ethics here well?" She asked back and I was craving.

Yes, we can't talk about that, who slept with whom, or who served whom, unless each one personally talks privately without the agency knowing, it doesn't matter. But if the agency hears about it then it will be sanctioned, except for my case yesterday.

Instead, it was used as an example so that girls could look their best so that the selling value could exceed expectations, so my name was known to many people even though I actually didn't work at all for all that money. In this place everything will become a kind of gambling, so if yesterday you had the highest selling point, it won't be tonight. Because the guests every night are not always the same, and the girls on offer also take turns, so guests will feel that they are always getting new items, or at least old items with new packaging.

Mss. Parrish looked at her smartphone screen then asked me to enter room 002. My heart is broken, of course this man is an ordinary man who came to enjoy the satisfaction of screwing a young woman for not spending too much money. The room is booth dard, it's even very standard because I only got a silver card for my service tonight.

My whole heart was broken, and I was bleeding bleeding and walked to room number 002. I also knew that the man in the room was not Richman. I stopped in front of the door.

"Come on ... this is what you have to live, and you already know from the beginning right." I advise myself. After trying to convince myself, I finally walked into the room and saw a man sitting on the sofa. The man was quite handsome in the formal suit he was wearing. He stood up as soon as I entered the room.

"Good night." I greeted and he answered politely. He gave a quick bow.

"Good evening miss" He really replied

"Do you want to use the bathroom first?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Then get on with it." I was just about to take off my clothes and she stopped it by raising his hand and saying "Stop."

"What?" I stared at the man stunned. He looked away, "Please don't take off your clothes." He said that and I pulled back the strap on my arm which I almost half took off.

I narrowed my eyes at him "Are you gay?" I asked.

"No, but you just have to sit in this place and wait till the alarm pull off."

I asked, wondering why these men waste so much money sitting around chatting with prostitutes like us.

"Yes ... please sit down and wait, I'll sit and wait here too."

"What happened." I rolled my eyes. Why do all the men who meet me lose their sexual appetite. First Richman and now this man, who knows what his name is.

"Tell me who you are or I'll undress me." I threatened him and this is the most ridiculous threat I've ever heard, and I certainly do.

"Don't!" He refused.

"Say it!" I insisted and he now begged.

"Don't please."

"Then please tell me, who are you and what do you want?" I said softly, I hoped he would open up after I softened, and he did.

"I'm Mr. Richman's driver."

"What?" I'm stunned.

"Do you and your employer have the same lifestyle?" I asked, he smiled then shook his head.

"Mr. Richman asked the agency to release you, he will pay a certain amount of money for the agency to release you, but they do not want to let you go." He said and I was stunned to hear what he said. "What does he really want?" I asked confused.

"He wants to take you out of this place, but the agency thinks you are selling well, of course you are a great asset to the agency and they will keep you out to blackmail Mr. Richman."

I'm really confused by the current situation, "Blackmail?" I asked him.

"By keeping you here, Mr. Richman will have to pay whenever he wants to see you."

"I do not understand." I'm getting frustrated.

"The point is he doesn't want another man to touch you, so he made me order you, while to camouflage his actions he ordered another girl and asked me to be here."

"So he made us do nothing while he was enjoying the freedom of his desire for other girls?!" My protest.

"It's his right." He answered and I fell silent. Yes, it's true, it's his right and not mine. Why do I protest.

"Tell your boss, stop wasting money on me." I looked at the man.

"I'll reimburse him for the money he spent on me the other day when I have enough money. Stop coming to this place, find a good girl to marry and live in peace. Please tell him." I rushed out of the room and into the wardrobe room. For a sex activity, five minutes is actually enough, and let's just say that what I did inside was my second experience with a man, even though neither of them touched me, not the boss, nor his subordinates.