Stacy was a twenty-one-year-old lady who dropped out of school due to her social stratum. Life hasn't been so easy but she survived it all and was now able to return to school but why was it that her life was blessed or maybe cursed with bad luck?!
Just when Stacy planned to further her education that was when her mother's sickness was detected, her mother currently has a brain tumor. According to the doctor, it was an inheritance. What type of inheritance was that? Why didn't her mother inherit wealth? Instead, she inherited a sickness that cost pounds.
Stacy utilized her school fees for the payment of the medical expenses but the surgery fee was too much to raise. She couldn't just watch her mother die. That woman had faced a lot because of her and her siblings after her husband died.
So, tonight after a lot of thought, Stacy concluded on bringing up the money by trading her flower, her precious flower she'd kept as a treasure for the man who was worth it.
Her mother has to survive at all costs even if it means giving away her body though she doesn't want to.
Stacy led her legs to the bar in that hot mini red gown so tight fitted to her body revealing her beautiful curves and large body traits.
Stacy wasn't ready for this but she knew that her virginity would earn her a lot and after maybe sleeping with five men because she was still tight, they'd pay her hugely. The money would be enough for her mother's surgery. That was her verdict.
But Stacy was so reluctant to go to the men at the VIP section, Reluctant? She wasn't ready to take any step in doing this. Her heart couldn't stop reacting the way it was expected to but was not favorable. She needed to take this step and get her mom's surgery expenses. This was the only fastest way she could think of. No, it was the fastest way. Which job would she do to pay her such a big amount in one month?
So, she has to let her guards down and sleep with men. Never in her life has she thought of being a prostitute. No, she wasn't a prostitute she was on a mission to raise the money for her mother's treatment. It's fair! Yes, it is. Stacy convinced herself but still, she wasn't conclusive.
Stacy kept drinking by the counter having a light conversation with the bartender. Her friends who suggested and brought her here must have been into work by now and she was here shouting at the bartender because the music was deafening. Then, Stacy told herself she'd leave this stool in the next five minutes.
But before five minutes, a young man in a blue suit approached her, Stacy thought she'd found a client for that night because he looked capable and he was a young man. Stacy couldn't view his face clearly but his sunken cheeks were obvious. He looked mature and bold. But to her surprise, he wasn't the man. Her attention was needed by the man's boss.
Taking a deep breath and quaffing the drink, Stacy stood up and adjusted her gown because it has become too short. She followed the gentleman quietly and in wonder. Who could his boss be? What if just one night with his boss and she gets all the money? Oh, that would be good luck!
The next moment she met an old man probably in his 60s! Stacy didn't expect this! She was about to turn away when his men blocked the way.
Holy shit! What bad luck! Stacy screamed in her head and then she was led to sit next to the man.
Stacy stiffened with a heavy racing heart. She didn't want an old man, did she even want any man?! She imagined the old man's groin inside her and disgust clouded her gaze. Oh my God! She screamed in total horror in her head. Stacy wished the chair could just open up and swallow her. Why an old man? Of all men in this bar. She couldn't go away because he was so intense.
...
"Just for one night" he caressed her cheek, she flinched while shivering, he had asked some irrelevant questions and had appraised her greatly, not only that, he had been staring at her revealed breast and stroked her thigh but Stacy kept flinching and hesitating. C'mon, girl you need the money! Stacy faked so many smiles as she averted his touches.
"How much? " The old man asked. Stacy narrowed her gaze, and was thankful he wasn't touching her anymore, he'd resume later but now he was on the discussion with her about the price for the night as he leaned in to carry the glass of what she thought was wine.
Well, her friends had told her that she shouldn't say the amount she needed and not mind the appearance of her target. Because most of them are killers in bed and have strong stamina even if they are old. Stacy could see that this old man before her would definitely be a killer in bed but he shouldn't kill her. Why can't he just hand her the money as she's a daughter to him? Stacy would show much gratitude if he does.
Stacy forced a fake smile again, "How... Much are you... Willing?" She stammered. Oh, she wasn't good at this. It was her first time doing this!
The old man laughed that laugh she finds stupid and absurd and annoying and then the old man mentioned the amount, her eyes widened, it was huge even if it wasn't enough. "With the way you look I know you are still fresh" Mr. Old man assumed.
Stacy bit her lips into a thin line and increased the price. The old man agreed without hesitating, he must be damn rich to spend a lot on a girl just for one night. Then, Mr. Old man leaned closer to kiss her but Stacy flinched and said. "Here isn't the right place" was a stupid excuse because if she looks around many acts were taking place.
The old man didn't argue, they eventually left for a room in a five-star hotel.
In the tense room, the man was already seated on the bed taking off his wristwatch and all.
Stacy stared at him and could only fear what he might do to her tonight, she didn't even study the luxurious room. All that flooded in her mind was that she'd lose her flower soon to an old man who doesn't worth it. He didn't know that she was a virgin, does he? What if he rips her V-part off? No, he's old, he can't be that strong. Stacy told herself.
Their gazes met and. "Undress," he told her in a commanding tone.
Stacy couldn't hold back her shaky body, she was quaking not that the room was cold but the situation right now was enough to cause cold from the inside. Suddenly, she started to cry when she thought of her mother's sickness.
Sobbing silently she unzipped her gown and let the dress fall to the ground leaving her with her matched underwear. Stacy looked in the man's way but he was no longer on the bed, suddenly she felt that touch on her body and she fled away.
"Isn't... Isn't that too fast?" She asked, extending her hand as a stop sign. The old man frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Stacy continued to shake and then her hand failed her, her heart was out of control and her head was throbbing. Every part of her weakened because of the tension and her circumstances, Stacy wouldn't be here if she wasn't poor or her Mom wasn't sick. Then, Stacy couldn't move her hand. Things like this had been happening to her these past few days. Why? It was normal to her.
"S... Ir, I'm... No... Er," she stammered and didn't know what to say. Her nerves had failed her. What if she has frustrated the man?
"Is it your first time?" He asked with that voice that travel a shiver down her spine. Stacy nodded as she swallowed the lump or maybe her fear but couldn't.
The old man sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Get the cloth back on you. I don't do virgins" he uttered a hint of disappointment in his tone of speaking
Stacy was relieved but the money! No! She went on her knees and held the man's leg, her hand was already working. "Sir please, I'm begging you. I need the money" she pleaded. "I promise I won't act like I'm new to this. I'll give you all the satisfaction you need" that was a lie. She was still even quaking before him as he looked down at her.
"Stand up, it's your first time so you'll act new, stop making promises" he shifted her hand away but she clung onto him wailing loudly.
"Sir, please" she now entwined her fingers, still on her knees. "I need the money for my mom's treatment. I beg you don't let me go" she cried and then fell to his feet.
The old man sighed, Well, she looks like someone who never gives up and he likes that. He has an offer for her then and will pay her well. The old man bent and brought her to her feet.
"Stop crying, I'll lend you the money but you will have to do something in return" His voice and statement reverberated in the large room.