GOLD MASK

CHAPTER 6

"Join me, for a drink." The man says as he walks back to his office. Clearing my throat and gaining composure, I follow him to his office. I don't know if he wants to insult me again or what. But I am just following him, stupid me.

"And then? Amari? Where are you going?" Gio's voice makes both of us stop and turn to look at him. He looks at me and then his eyes go to the man next to me. "Don, this one is mine man. Don't do me like that." Don scoffs.
"She is with me now. So you can forget about her being yours."

"I pay a lot of money to get inside here, so I get everything I want. Plus she was let in because of me. So you have no right to claim her as yours." I am confused by this conversation but from what I can grasp from it is that Gio is not just a member here, seems like him and Don know each other personally. But I don't like the words 'claim' or 'yours' being thrown around carelessly and being associated with my name.

"Are we having an argument right now, Gio?" Don asks with his eyebrows raised. I don't know him that well but I know how to spot a frustrated person. Gio scoffs looking at me.
"No, sir."

"Good then." Don takes my hand and pulls me to his office. "There is a shower through that door. You can freshen up if you like." I am not even offended by this because I feel so sticky and smell of sex. Usually when meeting up with clients, which mostly happens in hotels or apartments, I shower afterwards before going back home.
"Thank you."

I first take off my dress with heels and place it on his desk. I then walk to the shower knowing fully well that he is watching me. The bathroom is really big and beautiful. There is a shower, a toilet and a sink. His bath essentials are lined on the shower rank mounted on the inside of the shower. After admiring the bathroom for a few more seconds, I get inside the shower and let the hot water fall on me, careful not to wet my face and hair. I shower, taking my time to wash my pussy. When I am done, I step out and wrap the big towel around my body. It reaches just below my butt. I dry my body and then walk back to the office.

"How is it that your hair and make-up is still intact?" he asks. He is sitting on the couch not far from the door, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. I chuckle and drop the towel on the floor. I then put on my dress. Coming to the club, I wasn't wearing a bra because the dress goes against it and I can't put back on my panty because it's wet. After putting on my dress, I also put on my heels and walk to long mirror which is at the corner of the office. I look pretty and I feel fresh, which is a great combination.

"So, your name is Don?" I ask turning to him. I take the glass with brown liquor in it, sit on top of his desk and drink it. He shrugs.
"It depends."
"On what?"
"On who's asking. But most people call me Don. My real name is Mfihlo Donatus Mthombeni. So Don is short for Donatus." He looks at and his eyes travel up and down my body. "Who is Nomnotho and Andile? Your sisters?" I frown.
"Where the fuck did you get my siblings' names?" he chuckles.
"Chill, I didn't stalk you. In case you have forgotten, you tattooed their names on your lower arms." I roll my eyes.
"Nomnotho is my sister and Andile is my brother and he is the last born. You? Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes. I do have 3. So why prostitution?"
"Before I answer any of you questions, I want you to apologize to Me." he frowns. "Don't give me that face and don't act like you didn't insult me the last time I was here. You called me a whore amongst many other names. If I had a heart, I would've said you made me feel worthless but I don't. But I am a lady and you gotta humble yourself before me before I allow you some time or whatever." He snarls and moves his eyes to focus on his liquor. "I am waiting."

I look at him through the whiskey glass with an expectation expression. He looks up at me, trying to challenge my order, but I am not going to back down. I am going to get an apology one way or the other.

After a while of silent staring, he finally speaks up. "I'm sorry." The apology seem hard to deliver, but it is clearly genuine and I appreciate it.

A smile dances on my lips. "Let's just say, life always dealt me a hard hand. And for someone who wasn't exactly school smart, I ventured into a world where my kind of smarts were appreciated." I answer his previous question.

He nods, processing the information I have given.
"But it isn't a forever thing, right?"

"Obviously." -Me.

"I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night," he states.

I look at him with my eyebrow arched. Didn't the man call me a prostitution? Why would he want to be seen out in public with a prostitute? None of my other customers--even the ones who were my regulars--ever wanted to meet up in public.

I chuckle. "You don't have to wine and dine me. All you have to do is show me the money then I'm yours for the night. Or maybe even two nights," I drawl, sliding my finger across his cheek.

He smiles again. "I prefer to wine and dine you."

I shrug, pulling away from him and downing the remainder of my alcohol. "Who am I to say no to food?"

"Lets get you home. You must tired from your...activities," he remarks. And from the underlying tone in his voice, I can tell he is referring to Giovanni and he sounds a bit bitter. Odd.

Why? Only God knows.

"I am tired." I stretch my arms with a sexual sounding moan for emphasis, then jump off the table...

We leave the building through another entrance, maybe a private door of his. When we get to the road, a black Mercedes G-class is parked there. Mfihlo opens the back passenger's door for me and I smile at his chivalry. I guess it isn't dead after all.

Just as I am about to get into the car, Mfihlo holds onto my wrist. I turn to look at him, smiling as his hands clung onto my waist and his gaze fall to my lips. I lick my lips and close my eyes, awaiting what is clearly to come. But his lips don't come, instead his voice calls out.

"I want to kiss you." His voice have decreased its volume and my eyes snap open, a smile plays on my lips. "Aren't you the perfect gentleman?" Usually my clients just kissed me. The money they gave me was usually consent enough.

A simple, "okay" slipped past my lips. And he doesn't miss a single moment before his lips latch onto mine, moving roughly against my own as I struggle to keep up with his urgent pace. But my failure to keep must've been noticed to him, because he slows down, allowing us the opportunity to move in sync. My hands roughly pull on his dress shirt--probably wrinkling it--while his fingers get tangled in my weave. Thank God for install weave because if it wasn't that kind of weave, mine would've been off by the first pull--revealing amagoda agugile--from how hard this man was pulling at it--not that I am complaining, actually enjoying his roughness. As I start rubbing my throbbing core against his growing erection, he pulls away.

"I'll see you tomorrow." With a peck on my lips, I am sent on my way. I don't usually masturbate while fantasizing about men but tonight I was definitely going to pleasure myself and Don's face is the one that is going to send me off.