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                     [page one : part one]

Z3R0—a secret place for those who desire. A heaven on Earth’s hell. It was said that this agency is ruled by an anonymous person who seeks to bring sexual fantasies to life. This agency is composed of angels, the host and prostitutes who offer various services depending on the client’s taste. The Numens are the exclusive patrons or customers with high riches that buy the angels for the night or even for weeks. They are wealthy and powerful people who expand their sexual desire by availing themselves of the services of prostitutes. This kind of routine has been going on through the years. People who sell themselves for money are not getting slack either. It may seem immoral, but there is no particular rule that is totally illegal. Everyone is equal when it comes to suffering and striving to live.

Living the life of a hooker, Dimitri always thought that money was the most powerful weapon in this world. He can’t possibly trust anyone but the money. He was living in a slump back then and got saved by an individual who took him to greater heights. The problem is that this is not enough to satisfy his greed. An agent came to his door one day and offered him to be an exclusive angel at Z3R0, where he could earn triple what he used to have in just one night. He immediately grabs the opportunity and becomes the most-rated prostitute in the agency. He sells himself to different types of people at the price he wants.

The dark side of this hustling industry is that their kinks and preferences are the standard by which he need to act according to what the client want. Basically, they make their own doll that they can use. Some of the customers are unique. There are times that he goes to great lengths to condition himself just for one night of service. They tend to make them take drugs that manifest a trait that they want. Sometimes, some numbers are just plain sadistic. This type of industry where Dimitri resides is not for the weak or for someone who has self-respect. You may have a large amount of money and riches, but it mainly costs the part of your soul that can never be redeemed.

This night, Dimitri receives a call from the agency. He was summoned by a client who wanted his service. He immediately prepared himself and waited for a message. That message mainly consists of what type of service the client wants that night. After taking a shower, he checked his phone, went through his inbox, and opened a questionnaire that the client had filled out. He let out a smirk, knowing that his work for this night would be easy as hell. Another sum of money for easy work, he thought.

Dimitri heads out and immediately makes his way to where his client is waiting. He arrived at a famous hotel for business people, and he’s been here for a lot of time. The elevator takes him to the highest floor and to the unit where the client waits. He knocks on the door and notices that it’s unlocked. He walked towards the unit as his eyes landed on a woman in the huge glass window, probably waiting for him

“You got here quick.” She said facing the man as she walks towards him.

“I don’t want to waste your time, ma'am." I am your host for tonight. You can call me Dimitri.” He lowered his head, reached for the woman’s hand, and kissed the back of it. “I am Vivienne.”

The woman guided him to the bedside, where a table with a lot of drinks resided. They sit beside each other. Dimitri makes his move as he grabs two glasses and pours the alcohol into them. By the aroma of it, he can tell that it cost a fortune. He leads the conversation, as he usually does. Asking questions and entertaining his client while drinking.

“I am expecting good things from you, Dimitri. Given that your price is much higher than others, they say that you fuck well and act like a good fuck toy. Is that true?” Vivienne made her move and positioned herself on top of Dimitri as they sat on the couch beside the bed.

“Anything that you want, Ma'am. I am your toy for tonight,” Dimitri assured her as he let him remove his neck tie as Vivienne tied both of his with it. A laugh echoed through the room as Vivienne started to unbutton his shirt. He can feel her warm hands roaming around his body. It was suddenly intense, but it feels good. Dimitri can feel his body burning as Vivienne grinds her body on top of hers. He wants to move to a better position. Instead, he receives a slap on the face from the woman. The tingling pain makes his body increase its temperature as he tries his best to get what the woman wants. “Did I give you permission to fucking move, you whore?” Vivienne asked as she placed her hands on the man’s neck.

"No, ma'am.” He gained another slap as he answered.

“Is that how you address me, you lowly slut?” Vivienne tightens her grips on Dimitri’s neck, waiting for him to answer her question. “I am wrong, Mistress.” The woman didn’t waste a second as he leaned for a kiss. There was something in her mouth—a pill. She forced him to swallow the pill. The kiss was not gentle but ravaging, dominating, and hungry. He was not alarmed by what the woman made her swallow. It was a drug—an illegal one—but he is not certain what it does.

Vivienne leads the kiss as she grabs a handful of the man’s hair and deepens it. A groan escapes Dimitri’s lips as Vivienne bites his lower lip. He tastes the hint of blood against her kisses as she swirls her tongue against them. Dimitri’s subtle and quiet moans bring the woman shivers as he contains himself against her rough kisses. Wanting to catch his breath, he pulled away from the kiss and caught some air. He felt weird, and his senses heightened while catching his breath. The drug was definitely starting to have its effect now. It is one of those things that can make him hypersensitive. Just the thought of it makes him restless. This will be a long night.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Vivienne asked with her hands on his neck again, slowly getting tighter, making it harder for him to breathe as he waited for him to answer. “No. Mistress. I am sorry.”

“Nonsense, raise your hands.” He immediately raised his hands that were tied up as the woman kissed him again. He kept his whimpers low as the woman lowered her kisses on his neck. The way she kissed and nipped his skin made his temperature rise as his length started to harden. The way she moved on top of him, sharing her warmth on his skin and rubbing herself against his clothed length, made him crazier.

It was so sensitive of him to feel everything with his senses while she played with his body. His whimpers become more audible as Vivianne moves herself against the man. They rubbed their clothed crotch, feeling their wetness against each other. Vivianne enjoys the show that the man gives him as he suffers below his touch. Sweating, panting, whimpering, and suffering from not being able to move.

The woman gets up and proceeds to grab the bottle of alcohol that they didn’t finish. “Kneel down.” He knelt on the cold floor between the woman’s legs. His wrist is now lined with red marks from struggling earlier after being tied up.

The sound of a slap echoed through the corners of the room as Vivienne raised her hand for another. Seeing how the pretty man’s face reddened from her palms, a bleeding lip, and red marks on his neck and other parts of his body stirred her desire to hurt him more. She wants him to beg her like a pathetic little slut under her touch. She wants him to struggle as he breaks and asks for mercy. She wants it all.

“Open your mouth.” Being lightheaded and the tingling pain on his cheeks made Dimitri want to cry, but his needs down his crotch are clouding his mind. He wants to be released. He must do anything she wants, so she can grant him permission to do so.

Vivienne poured the alcohol into his mouth as he tried so hard not to choke on it and drink it all. Drenched, he wants to win the favor of the woman as he places his head on her leg and rubs it like a wet little dog. Vivianne likes it as she grabs his hair and forces his head upward, directly looking at her.

“What should I do with a whiny fuck toy like you, huh?” She asked with superiority as she hardened her grip on his hair.

“Please, Mistress, use me. I want you to use me as you please. Make me your little whore, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

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