บท 4: Chapter 3
I tugged at the helm of my see-through silver nightgown as I surveyed myself in the full-length mirror inside the exclusive room in the club intended for me. I look majestic with the way the flimsy material of the night slip hugged my curves in the right proportion.
I let my black hair down to cover my whole exposed back. The gown is a backless transparent halter style one and I'm not wearing any bra inside so anyone can have a free viewing of my perky nipples beneath the gown which leaves nothing to the imagination of everyone. My breasts were in full view down to my waits and hips all and all the way down to my creamy thighs. I'm wearing a red lacy panty just enough to cover my femininity which is something my gown which reached my ankle failed to do. I put on a strappy black sandals and as always, I'm good to go.
I reached for the black coat in the dresser and pulled it on me. I went in front of the vanity mirror and sat down at the ergonomic chair. I studied my face. It is devoid of any make-up except for a bright red lipstick dabbed on my luscious lips. The clients prefer us to be bare-faced so that they will know if we are a great deal or not. They say looks matter but I never realized the extent of the I puckered her lips and ran my tongue on it.
"This night will be fun. I can feel it."
I put a smug face before glancing on my appearance and heading for the door. I quickly glanced at Chino who is now leaning his back on the wall just outside of the room. His silence is questionable all throughout our travel unlike earlier where he practically froths and wriggles at the very sight of Maverick. Speaking of that man, will he bid for me again?
I grinned. Well, he can bid for me again. Actually, he can always bid for me every time he got the chance so I can also make his taste the wonderful feeling of being rejected again and again. Come to think of it, I want him to try to bid for me so that he can bask in his second painful rejection in his life all coming from the same lady. That would definitely feel great on my ego. Imagine having the privilege to smack his handsome face twice. Heaven.
We went down the steps from the third floor to the second floor where the bidding usually takes place. The whole floor is all filled with glass cubicles which are covered with glass panels which served as the main partition from one room to the other. The boss designed the rooms this way for the sake of the clients and for our safety.
When the boss signals, the clients can walk around and pick the girl they want. The boss will name the price of each virgin. The men will then start to bid for the woman. The highest money on the table will get the girl if ever more than one wanted the same lady. Whoever wins the bidding will have the right to enter the glass cubicle and talk to the girl. If all is settled, then the man can take the lady out of the glass.
The cheque should be given first to the boss before any man could take out the girl outside the premises of the club. There are no private rooms in the club. No sex is allowed here.
"Chino, why the sudden drop of energy? Come on, my friend, indulge your mistress." I mischievously laughed.
"Femella I..."
I stopped walking when I sensed the hesitation in his voice. I turned towards him.
"Why? What's wrong?"
Instead of answering me, he stepped closer and whispered in my ears. My eyes lit up when I heard about the news. My mouth gaped open as I think about the times I have to dealt with that monster.
"Really? Then how can you explain what happened yesterday?"
"That's what I'm talking about. The boss is in a tight rope right now so you should be extra careful. He is planning to trap you, Femella!"
I laughed out the that is creeping in me. "Chino, you have been with me from the very first time that I stepped my feet in this place months ago. You should know by now how formidable and fearless I am. You can't scare me with that unfounded threats. I eat threats for breakfast. Now revert back to the bubbly Chino I know. I will need that. I heard Mr. Samontino is here again."
I almost vomited when I remembered the face of that nasty old freaking man who bid for me last month. Eww. I cannot even picture his face in my mind. He's just plain disgusting. A pedophile on the look for another minors to stake. He even bid for me assuming that I'm a minor. Sorry for him, but I'm not buying any of his advances.
When would that man who I have been looking for the longest time appear in this club? I am getting bored at waiting for him for months now.
We reached the second floor of the club. I don't have to find my booth because it is the first one amongst the tens of booths that are lined alphabetically. It has my name plastered on a golden nameplate which was pasted just above the door frame. I stared at the glass table inside with two glass chairs on both of the end. My hands trembled in mixed emotion as I tightened my hold of my coat.
"Chino?"
"Yes, Femella."
"See you in the third floor."
Without looking back, I entered the glass door and sat on the glass chair. Gathering my so-called courage within my fingertips, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I put my hands on the glass table with my palms on it feeling its seething cold surface.
I breathed deeply for few more time to calm my raging nerves. I should have been used to it by now. I am doing it every week for months now but still, nothing has changed. My senses are still in haywire. Nothing will make me prepare for this. Not even my steel-like appearance I want to project.
My attention went to the girl from the other room just adjacent to mine. The girl looks so young. She must have been in her early twenties. Perhaps she's eighteen or nineteen. The club doesn't accept underage. It is stipulated in the contract that you have to be in the right age and in your own right mind to enter this world.
Setting aside my own fears, I stared at her innocent face. She is very nervous. I can tell by how her eyes wandered around the place and how her hands shook in her lap. I'm sure as hell she's come from a wealthy family. Her skin, demeanor, and looks gave it away. I wonder how she got here.
Ah, it's either her family got bankrupt and that she badly needed money or she ran away from her home to escape an arranged wedding. I knew it because that has been the constant reasons of the girls who came here knocking on the door at dawn.
I stretched my arms forward and settled my face on the table. I laid my forehead on the table and the cold almost chilly feel of the glass sent me a nice memory from when the time that I would casually feel this familiar coldness by swimming in my favorite river. I shut my eyes and breathed another long one in the hopes that somehow, I could reconcile myself with what's about to come.
My heart jumped from its cage when the very familiar buzz filled the air. The lights went off and the red, almost bloody light was turned on.
The bidding is now starting. Time to kill another set of birds in one stone.
I straightened my back and arranged the hem of my gown to hide the overexposure of my skin though there is really nothing to hide given its cut and style. I just did it out of nowhere.
I put on the mask of the clown and waited for the hunters. Here they go with their bloated ego again. These men hunt down a prey and then take it down as if it's the game of chase between a cat and a mouse. They are deliberately there with their proud muscled chest peering us down using their blank cheques.
A second later, I saw the first batch of men approaching us as if we were just pretty things inside a beautifully-crafted glass cages. Some are holding a glass of wine and a cigarette on their mouth. Some are walking around with their hands inside their pants and their piercing eyes on us.
I caught the eyes of a man in his early-thirties. I studied his appearance. He's handsome. He's not like the other men in his ranks in terms of physical appearance. He's just your average handsome neighbor type of guy.
Is he the one I've been looking for? He's different. I don't feel any emotion from him. I don't feel threatened and aroused just like how I feel for that son-of-a-bitch.
Maybe he is the one I have waiting for. He is different from all the men on his side. He just looks like your regular male specie whom you can ran down the street. He stands out in the crowd because of his simplicity in the midst of these larger than life men who no longer impresses me. And now he has given me a glimpse of another recipe. Maybe with this guy, I can finally do it.
I almost lost my cool when he dropped his eyes on me and moved on to another cubicle which revealed the man behind him. The man is casually leaning on the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. His eyes were on me so I stayed still and stared at him, too. I'm competitive. If he wants some staring contest, then I will gladly give in to what he wanted. Without losing our game of stares, I saw him say something under his breath and then a man in a formal suit approached him. Maverick got something from his pocket and handed the thing to the man.
I followed his hand when it went to his pocket to get something. A key. He gave his car key to the waiting man who in turn, gave it to a man on standby. Shocked crossed my eyes when I realized one thing. I just lost. I glared at him out of annoyance. He just winked at me.
He slowly walked to the cubicle as if he's taking all the time in the world. He lazily opened the door, sat on the chair, and crossed his legs. He eyed me curiously.
I snorted. "I thought men are prideful. Kudos for you coming at me to receive yet your another rejection. Mr. Fuentebella, you won't have me. Period."
I crossed my legs in place and folded my arms on my chest. His eyes traveled to my bosom down to my legs. He did not bother to conceal the lust on his eyes. I even think he's proud of it.
"What is it with you, Femella? What's inside that pretty head of yours? What's with your feisty personality? You think you're invincible? Then why are you in a brothel? You think you're special just because you're beautiful? Then why just spoil yourself here? What is it with you, huh?"
I smirked. Without blinking, I put my elbows on the table and twined my hands and then settled my chin on top of it.
"What is it with you Maverick if you'll know what's inside my pretty head? Will you be satisfied if I tell you that I am here to show you men of power that you cannot get everything you wanted?" I taunted him.
He didn't flinch in my hot words. "Who said about men in power getting everything they want? Certainly, it's not me so I'm technically out of that group you're referring to so I definitely have the chance to have you." He shrugged his shoulders afterwards. "I'll definitely have you, Femella."
The way he mumbles my name sends shivers down my spine.
"That's what I don't like about people like you. You talked as if the world revolves around you. You talked as if we, the commoners, do not have the right to refuse the wishes of the kinds like you because guess what? Something will happen to us if we do. I hate people who impose their beliefs on others and I hate people who force their ways upon people."
"And I have all the qualities you just mentioned. Great. Now look who's putting words on the mouth of others. I won't defend myself because that's beside the point why I'm here. The logic is simple, Femella. You put yourself in sale and I'm a willing buyer. Name your price and I will buy you right away. Get your money which is the reason why you're here and then let me satisfy my cravings for you. That's it."
"And who told you that I'm only here for money alone? Did it ever cross your mind that perhaps I'm here for a higher purpose? Like reject you week after week? How's that, huh?" I smiled.
Maverick froze for a second in his seat. It must have been only a product of my imagination because the next time I blinked, he is sporting that same flirty dangerous smile again.
"Reject me week after week, huh. That's how crazy you think I am for you? Well, you're absolutely right on the crazy part but I'm not sure about the next week's rejection. You said it yourself. It came straight from your mouth that I force things to go my way. Now that's a good observation. Let me test if it's feasible and if it does, you're the first one to fall in the trap."
He stood up and went to me like a predator stalking its prey. My mind went lazy for a second but when I realized what he's doing, I stood up to get away from him but it's too late already. He trapped me in my seat using his arms. My eyes widened as I meet his dark, brooding eyes that are looking at me as if he could ravish me in a minute. His lips were slightly open. I can already feel the heat emanating from him. can now smell his raspberry mouth and his fruity aftershave. Who the fuck smells this nice and colorful? I pushed him away when he crushed my body to his while still having an eye contact with me.
I frantically looked to the door to ask for a help.
"Don't attempt. I paid for this. My Maserati won't be spared for nothing. Now let me get a taste of what I paid for."
He leaned over to me to kiss me when the lights went green. The bidding is ending. He was frozen in his feet and then slowly retracts his body backward. I breathed a sigh of relief. I shot him a glaring look. I really thought he was going to walk out of the room but then I went panicking again when he fished my china and gripped it tightly.
"You're scared."
"I'm not." I said with conviction.
"Then why are you shaking, hmmm?"
I tried everything to look him in the eyes. "I'm not." Our faces just inches from each other. His breath fanning my face.
"Still feisty and ready for another round of fire, woman? Maybe some other time. I still need to get my car. I don't want to walk home."
He slowly released me from his grip. I took three big steps backward to free myself form his arresting presence. I let out a breath. I just realized that I am holding my breath since he entered the room. Absentmindedly, I hugged myself. My hand sought my heart which is beating rapidly.
"See you next week, Fem." I still heard him said in those annoying husky voice.
His back is the last thing I saw before he completely disappeared in my sight.
"Damn, what just happened. My calculations were wrong. This night was never fun at all."
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