𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 •|KTH |• 21+

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡 🥀

As I walked into work, I felt the weight of everyone's stares, more like hostile glares directed at me. The staff maintained their usual demeanor, but the girls acted as if I had taken away their entire careers. I avoided their gazes and made my way to my designated spot in the changing room. Each of us had our own assigned area, making it easier for the staff to distribute our belongings. "There's no way she's worth thirty thousand," I overheard a girl mutter as I passed by. How did they know my earning? Is everyone aware of each other's pay?

I felt a sting from her comment, but I quickly brushed it off. I must have just gotten lucky.

I jumped slightly when a hand slammed down on my small table beside me. "Care to share your secrets?" a brunette sneered, sizing me up. My brows knitted together. "I don't have any, and even if I did, I wouldn't share them with you," I shot back. Her irritated look widened my eyes. "You think you're something special, huh? One night, thirty grand," she taunted. She leaned in closer, the scent of cigarettes and strong perfume hitting me. "You're really not that impressive," she scoffed, turning away while flicking her hair in my direction.

I swallowed hard, feeling a bit embarrassed as I glanced around. A few girls watched me with wide eyes, but most were indifferent. Clearing my throat, I grabbed the thin fabric in front of me and hurried behind the curtain. I just wanted the night to end. I placed my neatly folded clothes in the corner and adjusted the thong that was giving me a wedgie. "You'll be joining the other girls tonight. No one picked you earlier, so you'll wait in the waiting room," she informed me. I bit my lip and nodded.

The waiting room was where we had to remain until someone chose us. After tying my blindfold, my hands were cuffed, and the woman took hold of my arm.

We trailed behind her in silence for a few moments before coming to a halt. My toes curled as I felt the plush texture beneath me—likely an expensive rug, as they had mentioned the waiting area was tastefully designed. "Kneel," she commanded. We complied, and I settled back on my heels, wincing slightly from the lingering pain after that man had spanked me. The discomfort was manageable.

Soft music played in the background, mingling with the murmur of male voices. I couldn't decipher their conversation over the melody. My head hung low as I waited, unsure of how long it would be. The only comfort was the softness of the rug beneath my knees. The sound of glasses clinking echoed, and the music began to slow.

Heat crept up my face, and my cheeks were sore from anxious biting. "She's new?" a deep voice inquired.

His tone was clearer now, indicating they had shifted positions. "Thirty K on the first day," my boss replied. A pause followed, then a low chuckle. "Thirty thousand, huh?" the same man remarked to my boss. "I'll take this one." My heart raced, but it wasn't me he was referring to. The voice came from beside me. My chest fell in relief, however I gasped feeling the roughness of fingers run over my jaw, holding me with a firm grip so suddenly. He traced my jaw and ran his knuckles down my throat.

"You seem like a brat," he sneered, spitting the words at me.

I recoiled at his tone. Brat?

His breath, a mix of alcohol and cigarettes, and cologne, a masculine scent washed over me. I swallowed hard, wanting to turn away, but he held my face steady. "I'll take this o—"

"She's mine," A voice interrupted, causing the man to loosen his grip. My face dropped, and I clenched my fists. "You spend too much on women," the man who had spat at me remarked.

"She made sure I was done right," the familiar voice retorted, I could almost feel the tension.

My breath caught as I recognized him.

"Pathetic, Kim." the other man laughed. "You come here, throw millions at pathetic women, and walk away."

The word "pathetic" echoed in my mind.

"It is almost as if you feel bad for them." He continued, and I heard footsteps approaching me. The room fell silent after, "She's yours." He said, "I didn't come here to fight, not today."

I assumed the man and his men which accompanied him had left as only my boss's voice spoke, "I-it was my mistake, Sir, I should have stopped him-"

"Stop talking." Kim, is what they called him, said, his voice much softer. I could smell him as he leant closer to me, the same smell I smelt on my first night. I thought he was going to say something to me, but he unlocked my hands and lifted me into his arms. My free hands held into his shoulders in utter shock.

I wasn't sure if we were allowed to do this.

The rules say they take you by the collar, not like this. I heard a door open and close before more walking. "You know what I hate?" he finally spoke to me.

His voice was much deeper up close. I just wanted to kiss his mouth.

"When people touch what is mine." he said, and placed me down on soft material: the bed.

"But sir, my job is to pleasure-"

"Pick a number." he suddenly, said.

What?"

"Four?"

"Higher." he demanded.

"T-ten?"

"Now turn around and show me that sweet little ass of yours."