"Come in, Tina," he called. I knocked, my legs trembling, heart racing. I felt a wave of panic, almost peeing on myself.
"You look pretty," he murmured, eyes already scanning me.
"Come sit," he added, tapping the bed. He was undressed except for boxers and a singlet. His body was impressive; veins stretched across strong arms, chest broad and masculine, slightly hairy, exuding power.
"You'd enjoy every bit of it… You don't know how many times I've wished to bend you over my desk," he said. My chest tightened with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"I… I need to go to the washroom," I stammered. I hurried inside, relieved, washed, and stepped out with a small towel wrapped around my chest.
I walked slowly toward him.
"Your thighs are beautiful, very smooth and silky, I love them," he said as he grabbed them and pulled me closer. His tongue explored my thighs, up to my tummy.
I couldn't control it but moaned so loud that someone could hear me from outside.
"You're doing so well, just be relaxed and enjoy it," he whispered as his tongue touched my nipple. It was hard like a stick, something I have never felt before.
"What are you doing?" I curiously asked as his head went down to my c*****
Shhhhhh… he shut me up and held my hands as I lay on my back, while his head was between my legs.
"Now it's time for the main meal," he whispered as he pulled his boxer down.
My heart sank as I saw it; it was huge and long, so veiny. Something I never imagined.
I closed my eyes as I got my mind ready for whatever was to happen.
"S…Sir wait," I moaned so loud as he thrusted. It was painful but sweet at the same time. I'll call it… sweet pain.
We went on for a couple of minutes, and it was done.
"So this is it," I whispered.
He smirked.
"Take your time. You'll be fine. I enjoyed every bit of you, and I'd love it if this happens again," he said, tossing bundles of fresh notes onto the bed. Something I had never expected. It was enough for me to relocate and start anew.
, he probably assumed I would return to work and allow him to have his way again. But I had my own plans.
I slept in the hotel, barely able to walk, needing time to recover. The room was grand, covered in lights shining in every corner, something I had never imagined sleeping in.
"Oh, dear…" I yawned and stretched, hurriedly left for the apartment I shared with Annie, breathing in the memories Annie and I had shared; the sad moments, the joyful ones, the times we starved, cried, ranted, made big plans, and laughed endlessly.
I immediately booked a plane to a big city, a dream destination. The money I had would last until I could find a job.
"Hi, Miss Tina, welcome. Please, have a seat," said the front desk lady from the modeling agency I had applied to. My eyes could not leave the space; it was filled with portraits of well-known models, magazines, and awards, and it felt surreal.
"Please come with me," she said, guiding me to the CEO's office.
Madam Catherine, CEO of Opal Runway Co., looked exquisite. Her attire was enviable, reserved only for the elite. Her eyes sparkled, beautiful, commanding, and magnetic.
"Sit," she said, pointing to a chair.
"So, what brings you to this beautiful building?" she asked, widening her eyes, swinging her hands as she spoke.
"Mmmm… mmmm… mmmm," I cleared my throat.
"Ma'am, I've researched your fashion empire, and I must say, I'm in awe of everything I've learned," I said.
"To cut to the chase, I would like to work here as a model to earn some income for myself," I added, my hands nervously fidgeting under the desk.
She scanned me with her eyes.
"Get up," she commanded. I obeyed, heart racing with the fear of rejection.
"Turn around and walk to that door and back," she ordered. I obeyed quietly.
The air was heavy, thick with tension. I started sweating, her gaze fixed on me without a word.
"You are hired," she finally said. Relief and joy surged through me, I had been expecting rejection.
"But you need some polishing. My PA will handle that. Come here exactly at 7 a.m.," she added.
"Yes, ma'am. I will," I replied, rushing out with excitement.
"Hey! No disappointment, I don't give second chances," she called as I opened the door. I nodded in acceptance and left.
I walked to my room, brimming with joy. What I had feared to be a struggle had been made surprisingly easy. My room was small, more like a storage room, just enough for a small bed and a drawer.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
"So, this is it," I whispered to myself, feeling exhausted.
"Laura! Come here and get Tina ready," Madam Catherine called as I walked in at exactly 6:54 am.