Friday night. Masked night. The richest men all over the world fly over to spend one night with us. Only us girls wear masks, not the men. It's the mysteriousness they like about it.
I spot him, walking through the red suede curtains into the real brothel. It's Shawn Mendes, he's here. He's at our brothel.
It surprises me he's at a brothel in the first place, with his amazing reputation and all, and in London of all places?
Stop it, Celina, it's not your job to ask questions.
I turn to look at Sky, she was just talking about him this morning. I see her smiling at me out of the corner of my eyes.
'We got a very special guest today, Cee. New client. Make sure he has a good time. You're the best we have.' Elijah whispers to me, looking over his shoulder..
12 hours earlier
I would have never imagined that sleeping with men for money would be my future, my job. People become teachers, lawyers, doctors, but I became a high-end prostitute and the thing is, I absolutely love my job.
Most of the women I work with have a "stage name", I don't. It's too confusing. My name is Celina and every time I try to pick a name I regret it, so I just decided to use the first letter of my name. Everyone calls me "Cee" and I quite like it.
'Oh my god!' I shout when one of my clients thrust into me.
Not even ten seconds later he comes and spills into the condom.
Well, that was disappointing... I didn't even finish.
He slides out of me and I sit up, looking at him with a fake smile. I just want to get paid. He removes the condom from his cock and throws it away in the trash bin. He is always so rude. Such a shame he's a regular and likes me of all girls. Horrible.
The old man grabs his wallet out of his pocket and gives me my money. I wait for him to leave before grabbing my long black robe to cover myself up. I put my panties back in their place and straighten my hair with my hands.
The hallways of the big castle are long and beautiful. It's noon and I'm really hungry. I wander down the stairs to the common area to grab something to eat. I put my bra in its place and remove my high black heels. My feet hurt like hell.
'Mia!' I shout at the top of my lungs when I enter the big room.
I look around, thank god everything is as clean as I left it.
There is one big kitchen for all the girls that live here with me. We cook, we eat, we laugh, we dance, this room is just our safe place. There also is one long table where at least fifteen people can eat together. The curtains are open and I think Mia opened a window to air the place.
'Celina!' She shouts back.
We always act this crazy. We saw each other this morning, but if you would see us from a distance you would think we last saw each other ages ago.
'Where is my twenty per cent?'
Elijah - my boss - walks in and throws the door open. Mia starts to yell at him and he immediately apologises. He really needs to stop breaking doors. The worst thing is, he doesn't even do it on purpose! We had the kitchen door replaced seven times. Seven times!
'Man, I just got it. Can I at least enjoy it for a moment?' I say.
'Pay up.' He holds his hand out.
I chuckle and shake my head, taking the cash out of my bra. I count three hundred pounds and hand it to him.
'You're a fucking blood-sucker.'
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Fanfiction| ON HOLD | The always so sweet Shawn Mendes turns out to have a dark side that he only shows to her. He trusts her and sees her as the only escape from his always so busy life. What if the man walking into the place where she works and lives turns...
