°Mature theme and depiction of sexuality are included in this story.°

She was in the bar, five minutes later than the meet-up time Madeline told her. She was told to put up some light makeup and dress up. She scanned the area to find Madeline, but she was nowhere to be found. The area was noisy and overflowing with customers, most were drunk and wasted, dancing staggeringly on the floor, while some spilled their drinks onto somebody’s feet who cared less. Then she felt herself being dragged. Under the dancing neon lights, she couldn’t make out Madeline’s face, but when she did, hope sparked up inside her. She scolded her for making their client wait. She then dragged her to the private room where two men in black suits were waiting.

She was introduced and only a shy smile came out of her. Only nods, and raising of hand, and an invitation to sit were the reply from the two men. She was still scared and she was thinking a million times of backing out on this, but what will happen to them? Or to her mother? She didn’t want to lose her. Nobody should die, she could do this. Downing shots of whatever drink it was in front of her, she prepped herself up.

This would only take one night. One. Night. You got it, Jasmine? One night. And tomorrow, you will be the same old girl you used to be. Nobody knew about this, not even Mother, she scolded herself.

That handsome young man in front of her was causing her to fidget in her seat. He kept on staring at her since she arrived. There were times that he would raise her glass to her and scoff. Maybe he didn’t like the way she sat. Or maybe she looked so annoying? She hoped she was not. Madeline beside her was enjoying this moment. She was wearing a skimpy dress that covered her flat chest up to her butt and a blonde wig. As she looked around, she was the only one in the room who was not smiling. How could she, when she was nervous.

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Their lips danced in unison as if they already practiced this before. But no, there is no need for that because he was a great instructor. He kissed her lips fiercely, deeply, passionately. It’s as if they are they were each other's source of life. It’s as if they will die if they break apart. So they contented each other with their deepening kisses that ignited the hunger and the lust deep inside their hearts as seconds passed by.

Their hearts drummed together, creating a piece of music. A music wherein only the both of them could enjoy this moment together, and tend the fire of their romance. Their fervor crescendoed as they whispered into each other's mouths their words of want and lust for each other.

She gasped as his lips went down her neck and nibbled her flesh there lightly. She was on cloud nine! She was nearing heaven now! Her thoughts became dark and consuming, asking her, no, urging her to release the beast within. The beast that she was trying to control since they started making out.

His hands were feverish against her skin, giving a light squeeze to wherever it landed. He buried his face on her neck and breathed hot air on her skin, making her a bit tingle with pleasure. His lips navigated downwards. She had no idea how he unbuttoned her shirt, but she cared less about that now. All she wanted was HIM, and nothing more. Her carnal need for him intensified when his mouth rounded her nipple and his tongue played with it. She gasped as she looked at her bra beside her.

This man was stealthy, she said to herself. She did not even feel him unhooking it from her.

She arched her body forward when his mouth transferred to the other one. She bit her lower lip as treacherous moans escaped her throat. It was full of lust and need of him which made him more aroused when it reached his ears.

Claiming her lips once again, he slowly laid them down on the bed. The stiffened muscle in between his thighs was hurting as it was constricted from freedom with the trousers he was wearing.

He grabbed her hand and let it graze on top of his erection under his pants. He let out a sigh as he felt her warmness over her penis. It was enough to make him close his eyes and imagine the things her hand could pleasure him. He was topless already and he just let her hands wander on his bare torso. Their bodies were inches apart as he loomed over her on his knees and palms. He could feel her effort to satisfy him by playing with his nipples. He chuckled at her effort. She tried to let her thumbs rub his brown circles as they kissed again.

His mouth ran down her body again and rested on her abdomen. He looked up to him as if asking permission to untangle the hook of her skirt. This was the thing that made her nervous. She clutched the waistline of her skirt which made him feel a bit insulted. Never in his life did he ever feel it when it came to bed with women. They never resisted, they always gave him their all. They even were the ones who invited him to have sex, but now. He scoffed as he watched her grip tighten on her skirt. Nobody refused Alfonso del Mario in bed, not even this frail-looking woman.

“Are you scared? Do not worry, my love. I will be very gentle with you,” he whispered to her ears and held her hand, coaxing it to relax from holding tight to the fabric that hindered him from his piece of heaven. Though it was not hard for him to make his voice sound sweet (as he was a master of doing it). He had no idea why this woman was acting shy and modest at the moment when it devoured his lips hungrily earlier. She was like a wild animal starved for a long time.

Soon, both of them were naked on the bed. She looked so petite against his muscular build. He positioned himself over her as he spread both of her legs to open up for his entrance. She looked reluctant but did not say a word. She just kept on staring at his handsome face, maybe putting her trust in him.

He knocked on her door, but there was something that stopped him from entering. She closed her eyes and gasped, making herself ready for him.

Her heart was pounding, and she was really scared. If not because of her mother, she wouldn’t do this. She wouldn’t have come to Madeline and asked for help in exchange for her body and soul. But her mother needed to pay the money she loaned from the loan sharks. They threatened to kill both of them if they wouldn’t pay on the next day. This was the only thing she knew that could provide their need, the thing that could give them sure money. She was still job hunting so there was nothing she could do to help her mother, but this.

“Oh, god...” he muttered when he was given entrance. He felt the flesh inside her was torn.

For her, the pain was maddening. It was like she was being sliced, if not pierced for a thousand times. The pain from her thighs went up slowly, numbing her body. She pulled him closer to stop him from moving. Her fingers clawed his back as she let out a small cry.

When he moved again, she could still feel the sting from between her thighs, but it was mixed with a different sensation now. He was moving slower and his thrusts were with care. This was the first time for her, but the last time she would do it for money. Never again would she do this.

He felt him moving faster and noisier. His moans and gasps were frequent now. Maybe he was nearing his climax? As for her, it was her third time in her climax since he entered earlier. His kisses were harsher and more claiming. He then felt him shuddered and let out a long ‘ah’ while still being inside her. Then his body limped on top of her after some seconds.