Fantasies

The Worst

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Emily Johnson
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     Have you ever had a time where you just want to disappear in the world? Like when you tried your best yet here you are getting rejected? 'Cause, I do. And it's happening right now.

     I'm currently in the middle of presenting my thesis in front of the class. In front of hundreds and hundreds of students in this classroom and your fucking professor is making you repeat your thesis all over again just 'cause he didn't like your topic.

     "Then bitch, you shouldn't have added it in as one of our choices in the first fucking place! Do you know how frustrating that is? My anxiety is literally already above the roof before presenting and now you're shouting at me? What kind of fucking sick idea is this?" Is something I wish I can say but I can't because first, he's a professor that could fail me any time, and second, my body is about to give out and cry.

     After a shit ton of self comfort, a damaged ego and a damaged eardrum, the professor finally dismissed us. Cursing him with all my life, I decided to just forget and go to work. I went home and saw no one.

     I showered and changed into my uniform, wearing a long, thick coat over it. I currently work as a waitress in a bar, it's not super high paying but it is enough to pay for all my needs and wants. I usually take the bus because it's the cheapest transport here but it has been thirty minutes and it still hasn't arrive. This is officially the worst day of my life.

     I am lazy as fuck so instead of walking, I called an uber. Ten minutes later it was here.

     "Where to ma'am?", He asked. I looked at him through the mirror and answered, "In 13 of club please".

     "Right away", with that, he drove off. Twenty minutes later, I arrived. I look at the time and I noticed that I still have sixteen minutes before my shift so I just skimmed over my schedule. I noticed that I was hired to serve a VIP room. Maybe this day is not that bad.

     VIPs give huge tips to people that served them, from the strippers, to the bouncers, to the bartenders, and to the waiters. Their tips could range from the same amount to thrice the amount of our monthly pay.

     The intercom buzzed and we all gathered in the staff room. Our manager gave us information about who the client is, what are the clients like, and what did he wished for the night.

     Apparently, he didn't want no strippers and was just here to get drunk, which is great because I wouldn't see bare pussies rubbing on the pole and on the man.

     After some time, the first set of drinks were made and man, I'll tell you, it's all a heavy drink, the type were you'll get drunk in one shot. I brought it inside and the man gave me a hundred dollar. I accepted it and said thank you then left the room.

     Every time I bring a drink inside, he gives me a hundred dollar. So I thought to myself, since this man is so rich. What if instead of bringing him all drinks at once, I'll give it one by one? I'm a fucking genius.

     My plan worked and by the sixth set, I earned one grand. I went to the locker to hide it in my bag before I misplace it somewhere.

     When I came back, I served the seventh set, to my surprise, the man was bailing his eyes out.

     "Oh, excuse me sir. Here's your seventh set, do you need anything else?" I asked politely. He didn't respond so I decided to leave the room but before i do that, he pulled my wrist making me stumble back. I fell in the bed and he started to talk while crying

     "Why did you leave me huh? I did everything and gave you everything you want, so why did you left me for some younger bastard?"

     "I'm sorry sir but I don't know what you're talking about so if you'll excuse me" I stood up but his grip was so strong that I couldn't escape.

     He pulled me under him and told me that he'll just do one thing he knows so I wouldn't leave him again then he started touching my thighs and kissing my neck. I screamed as hard as I can but no one can hear me because VIP rooms are soundproof.

     Tears started gushing out my eyes as i try to hit him. I kicked him in the stomach and he stumbled back giving me enough time to press the security button but my body was weak and I couldn't move at all, before I could press it, he pulled my foot, ripped my shirt and skirt leaving me in my underwear. He continued kissing my neck but now his hands were slowly travelling up from the inside of my thigh to my core. It was fucking disgusting and I was laying there, helpless, vulnerable, and a crying mess.

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This is the first ever chapter that I have made, a bit short but I'll try to make up in the following chapters.

Lesson: don't be greedy, but if you're broke, you do what you gotta do. Just kidding.

Thank you for reading and have a great day.