His Virgin Stripper

07

V

I woke up to the smell of Zonrox. Fuck, ang aga para maglinis ang mga maids ng nanay ko! Napakurap ako, my eyes were still fighting for their life. Sobrang aga, at ang lakas pa ng amoy ng disinfectant na parang pinapalakas ang sakit ng ulo ko.

I looked around me, but it wasn't my room. And I was beside someone. A fucking man, what the hell??!? I froze for a moment, trying to process what was happening. His arm was casually draped over me, and his breathing was slow. He was naked. Fuck, Elijah is in front of me naked!

My heart started to race as I slowly moved, trying not to wake him. This wasn't supposed to happen. What the hell did I do last night? My mind was a blur, but the pounding headache wasn't helping. I tried to recollect the events, but nothing made sense. I couldn't even remember how I ended up here.

My body tensed as I carefully untangled myself from his grip, but the more I moved, the more I realized how fucked up everything was. What was I even thinking?

"Fuck! Aray ang sakit." I groaned accidentally screaming in pain.

"What the hell? Why the hell are you fucking screaming?" He jumped out of bed, covering his ears.

"Did you just fucking rape me? Did we...?" I couldn't even finish my sentence, feeling the pain in between my legs.

"Rape you?! Damn, Celestine we both wanted this!" He shot back.

I felt my heart race, the anger and confusion making my head spin.

"Oh... my god, what the hell?! It hurts!" I hissed, wincing as the pain in between my legs intensified. "And I was drunk last night, I wasn't in the right mind!"

He froze, his expression softening for a moment. "I didn't force you, Celestine. You were into it too."

I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. "I don't remember, Elijah. I don't remember anything clearly!"

"You do! We even talked about a deal, and you said you'd think about it."

"I only remember that part!"

"Why are you in pain anyway? I mean, yeah, you were so fucking tight, but it's not like you're a virgin."

"What if I am a virgin? It feels like you took me 10 times!"

"Six," he corrected, looking at me seriously.

I stared at him, my face turning red with anger and embarrassment. "What the hell, Elijah? This isn't some joke to me."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't think you'd be in this much pain."

I glared at him, still trying to process everything. "What if I was a virgin? You can't just assume it was si—"

"Six, okay? Six times, not ten," he interrupted, a bit of a smirk on his lips. "But it's not like it changes anything. We both made choices last night."

I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. "This doesn't feel like a choice. It feels like you took advantage of me."

His expression softened slightly, but he didn't apologize. "I'm not gonna lie. We both got carried away. But you agreed to it too. You said you wanted to do something about it, remember?"

I wanted to scream, but instead, I just pulled the covers over my head, trying to ignore him.

I was crying under the sheets, my body trembling.

"Hey, fuck, are you okay?" he asked, his voice suddenly softer, concern in his words as he reached out to me.

"Ang sakit!" I sobbed, my voice breaking.

"Okay, I'm sorry, okay?" he said, his tone filled with guilt. "I know it was wrong to take advantage of you. I didn't know a chug of vodka would make you drunk." He gently caressed my back, trying to comfort me.

"Well, I have low tolerance," I whispered through my tears. "And even though I wasn't completely drunk, I was still influenced by alcohol. You shouldn't have taken advantage of me."

"Yeah, I know I know I'm sorry for taking your virginity. Its just that  you made me hard the first time I saw you at your party. I wanted to push you against the wall and claim you. Have you decided about coming to my place every night instead of stripping? You know, so I could keep my mouth shut."

I frowned. Seriously?

"Celestine?" That's not my name.

"Yeah, I lost my virginity and my life anyways, what's there to lose?"

"Huh?" He asked.

"Yes" I answered.

"Really??" He exclaimed in joy.

"But I have a favour to ask. Can you send my parents a message to tell them I'm safe and with you? Probably make them believe we bumped into each other and just had some kind of business meeting?" Fuck ang kapal ko naman. Wala nga akong alam sa business.

He looked at me, his gaze unreadable for a moment, before he sighed.

"Really? You want me to lie to your parents?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

"Please," I said, my voice soft but desperate. "I just... I can't go back to them like this. They'll kill me if they find out what happened."

He leaned back in the bed, rubbing his temple. "Fine. But you owe me for this one." He paused, looking at me with a smirk. "I'll send them the message."

I nodded quickly, relieved, though still terrified of the consequences if anyone found out. "I promise. I'll... figure things out. Just please, do this for me."

He got up, grabbing his phone from the bedside table. "You better be mindful, Celestine."

I swallowed hard, nodding again as he typed out the message to my parents.

But my inner thigh was still so sore.