I am again in this gloomy room waiting for money. In my eyes, money walk. Why? It just came in to the room almost everyday except Sundays, then leaving me full, of cash on my undergarments. I'm a prostitute, yeah right. A hoe, a slut, a bitch, a wore or whatever you like that suits my job. Anyway, my job is to satisfy men, by their sexual needs. I have many jobs, do I need to mention those? Dirty minds would probably understand.
My job is absolutely repugnant on the minds of other people. But guess what, I had a mansion with pool, a Lambo and a Ferrari and exagge cash on my wallet everyday because of this work. I got rich because of it, I claimed richness when I was 28 and I'm 31. Still same old same old. I loved my job, but it doesn't mean I wanna be treated like a bitch my entire life. Somehow my mind thought of something successful...but, nah! Ain't nobody got time for that.
My sessions are for mondays and wednesdays only. Sessions where I literally do sex with men. And the remaining days were just for lap dances, seductions and flirtations. Of course my manager do care for my health that's why I don't get to ride different sex every night. I'm a blessed woman, i got the looks, the body and the lust that every men wishes to have. Well, I'm paid and not free, better unzip your wallet and give me not lower that 5k we'll make love.
"Karylle it's Tuesday, remember no fucks." my manager reminded over the speaker. I laughed devilishly while leaning my back on the single chair with my bias landed on the bed. My clothes are of course very vulgar. I wear black undergarments and stockings, and boots of course for a hotter look.
As soon as I heard the cue, I positioned myself in a stool showing my voluptuous body. Few seconds and then I heard the screeching sound of the door.
"Good evening, babe." I flashed a smile and sexily stood up to hold him on his shoulders. With just a snap I made him sit on the stool and then I began dancing around him. His eyes were staring at my ass while I wiggle it very appealing. He was about to touch me but I stepped back and whispered, "no babe, come back on wednesdays if you want." I winked.
I finished seducing 4 men and that's all my time slot can get. It's already 10pm and I'm here inside my dressing room, lighting a cigarette. After I changed into my white cropped top and short shorts, I counted the money I got for this night. Not bad, 40 thousand. My manager came in and i handed him 10 thousand pesos.
"Good night again, Ana." he said.
"Good night indeed. You've got your tip so I must kick my ass of this club now, Tim." grabbed my black shoulder bag and dropped a kiss on his cheeks as a sign of goodbye.
While walking, I was busy on my phone texting my best bitch, Anne. I'm inviting her for a beer party at my place. I almost loose my heartbeat when I can't look for my keys on my bag when I realized my boss fetched me so i wasn't able to use my car. Crap, Karylle! You're bullshit.... There are only few taxis passing here and I must be lucky that one stopped in front of me.
"Get in, Ma'am." the man nearly at 40's said to me. I was about to get in the back seat when I heard a sudden loud squeal coming from the back part of the car.
"I think your car wheel was popped." I said and started rolling my eyes. Bad timing!
"Oh, I can fix it right away,"
"No, she's gonna ride on my cab." I turned my head and saw this tall man, must have the same age as me. He's looking at me like an authority so I better come with him than to wait for ages here.
"But she asked to ride on mine, first."
"You look untrustworthy, man." before the old man says anything, he gently pulled me to his cab and opened the door for me. Well, okay.
Though he looks so weird, I chose to be quiet and focused on the road. He's not speaking, until I realized something.
"You don't ask me where should I go yet,"
"I know." he answered. That's weird. He shut his mouth once again leaving me puzzled because of his attitude. I don't feel anxious about this weird guy. Anyway i don't care of getting raped, just don't kill me. ugh.
30 minutes of silence, he sent me in my mansion, which made me shocked. How could he? I stared at him for a moment before giving my pay, he's not looking at me, he's staring at my house. Creepy, but I'm not shivering. I cleared my throat and made him heed.
"You won't pay me. Go and get rest on your black bed." my eyes widened.
"How could you know all of these things?"
"I just know. Be careful walking upstairs, woman. You dropped a condom there, you will slip." what the heck?! "You must be questioning me lots of questions right now but I better be going."
Without a doubt, I got off that guy's cab. I of course felt agitated and embarrassed. How could he know that there's a condom inside my house and...my black bed? Was he a stalker? A demon or an angel? Oh, fuck I don't believe to those. Anyway, that condom was just a piece of craps in my room so I decided to sweep it away and didn't notice i left it on the stairs. I don't make man come over my house usually, that thing just hung on my bag from the club without my knowledge, I brought it home.
I opened the lights and first took a glass of water in my kitchen. So I walked towards the stairs afterwards to get the protection thingy and threw it away. Shocks, I can't imagine that man would know everything here inside. I slide my phone again to check Anne's message.
"I can't... I'm with Erwan, sorry babe."
I shut off my phone instead. I get tired as fuck so didn't get to change my clothes and just land on my bed so fast. Every night seems to be tardy, I must be here at 10 but I end up sleeping at 12 like someone's watching me. I've been feeling this since I started being a prostitute but i think it's lucky, i never been through an accident or an incident wherein i won't like it nor expect it to happen. I closed my eyes....i must have enough sleep, tomorrow is fuck day. It's wednesday.
I woke up at 10am and cooked eggs and toasted bread for breakfast. I add smoke for dessert. It has been part of my meals almost everyday. It is a part of my vices and I can't end the day without a cigar between my middle and point finger. After everything, I put on my make up. My highlight was my smokey eyes with an eyeliner point on it and my red lipstick. I don't wanna look unwell if I roam around out there. My heels were high...like me. Hell joke, i don't do drugs. Partnered my over-sized top without sleeves and fitted black shorts.
I've gone to the mall to buy some stuffs that I need but bought unneeded mostly. New shoes, new products, new dress and etcetera. I have money. I can buy wtvr I want so no fuck can stop a bitch like me. I was too bored inside the mall and gone out for a while to have some smoke. I lit the cigar and put the butt of it between my lips.
"Ma'am, get out of the way now." the guy commanded me. Wait, he's familiar but I can't remember.
"What? Why?!" I exclaimed and tapped the butt of the cigar twice. "Who are you to follow anyway," I rolled my eyes.
"Get the shit out of there or die?"
"Okay fine! I'm out okay!" he made a thumbs up and I nodded curiously. But then I don't waste time to ask the guy but continued smoking on the other side. He's out of my vision when I glance back again. Maybe he got in the mall so fast. Just a few minutes after I drop my cigar onto the ground and stepped on it, my heart pumped so loud as I hear that fucking loud crashing noise.
"What the hell!"
"Oh my god,"
"Hala?!"
I heard all of the noises and made me be curious about what happened. I peeked and fuck. A Montero car crashed onto the wall so hard. And that's the spot where I was awhile ago. The accident was really unexpected and...guess how lucky I am to avoid that crash. Karylle being Karylle and bitch being me, I didn't mind gossiping about the accident but gone into my own car to leave. Well i got lucky once again. Thanks to that guy who must be a stubborn gangster in the place.
Im fuck. Este Buck.. Back!
