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“Why me? “ I asked. “I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Plus I’m not into meeting strange men and fucking them for doe.”

“Well, what if I told you that these men are rich. They are offering forty-five hundred for just three hours of our time.” Now this girl caught my attention with that number. That was almost half of what I needed to get Rock out. “I am asking you because you seem like you need the money, and don’t really want to be here dancing for four or five nights to make the same amount of money that you could make in two to three hours’ time.” Strawberry pitched. “So what do you say?”

“I don’t know. I will have to think on that one for a few and will get back to you after my set.”

“Well if you want to come, I am leaving here in about a half an hour. Meet me by the side door if you want to go.” Strawberry shook her head. “You can trust me; this is a good opportunity for both of us. We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to do. All we really have to do is get this money. I just don’t want to go by myself but if I have to I will and just keep the nine g’s for myself.” She walked away from me and into the showers behind the changing stations.

I sat there for a few minutes thinking on what to do. The choice seemed obvious. It would make sense to get this quick money by going with Strawberry, but I don’t know this girl, and I don’t know these men we are going to meet. I guess I will take my chances and see what happens. I will do anything to make sure my baby is home with me ASAP. My mind is made up. I quickly washed up, changed clothes and met Strawberry at the side door like she said.

“You ready?” She asked.

“Not really, but let’s do this.” I said unsure of what was to come. I pray these guys are not psychopaths because even though Strawberry brought me into this to make money, I will damn sure leave her ass behind just so I can save my own.

Chapter Three

“Remember what I said, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. But do expect to do something because they are not just going to pay us for nothing.” Strawberry reminded me as we pulled in front of the Four Seasons Hotel in midtown Manhattan. If you are familiar with New York City, then you know this hotel is more than a regular hotel. It caters to the wealthy. Everyone from Princess Diana to the Boston Celtics to President Clinton all the way to Barbara Walters have stayed at this luxury location. I guess for over seven hundred dollars a night, if you have it, why not live the way you are accustomed.

“Girl, trust me, I am not doing anything unless it is collecting this money. I have things I have to take care of.” I spoke letting her know that I was ready for almost whatever to get this money. Almost anything meaning I will not degrade myself just for a dollar.

Strawberry pulled out her phone and texted a number. A few minutes later, she told me it was time to go.

We parked in a parking garage not too far from the hotel and walked up the block. As soon as we approached the huge building, the door man opened up the doors and bowed his head to us. We entered the beautifully decorated lobby and headed right to the elevators. I could have sworn I spotted Nene Leakes in the lobby talking with Tamar Braxton. Not to look as if I was new to this lifestyle, I continued on behind Strawberry, feeling out of place in my Seven Jeans, tank top and shoes from payless. Strawberry had on all designer clothes of course.

“Have you been here before?” I inquired.

“Yes. I have met Georgio twice before here.” She pressed the private elevator up. “Georgio is one of the wealthiest men in Abu Dhabi. He comes to the United States for political reasons and also to spoil American women like me.”

Impressive, I thought. If he is that rich, then I wonder if he is willing to cough up a little more money so I can have my man back home with me.

We stepped off of the elevator into a room with four guards. They checked us for any weapons and also took our cell phones from us. I was going to protest until Strawberry assured me that it was for confidentiality reasons. A few minutes later, we were instructed to follow the gold carpet into a room at the end of the hall. We were to change into whatever was hung up on the door.

Once again following behind Strawberry, we finally entered a two room suite. On one door there was a beautiful silver long flowing dress designed by Vera Wang, and on the other door to another room was a very low cut, shimmering in silver diamonds, black gown. I could not identify the designer off hand, but I’m sure this piece of material cost my whole year salary and more.

“So how do you know which is yours?” I asked Strawberry.

“That’s the thing, sometimes I luck up and get Georgio, or sometimes I end up choosing the wrong dress and going with whichever partner he decided to bring. By now, I know his style, and I know silver is his favorite color so I will wear this silver gown and you will take the other gown.” Strawberry directed me.

I walked over to the door with the gown I was to wear. It was simply beautiful; I just hoped it fit my slim curves.

“Go into the bathroom and use the basket on the whirlpool to wash up with. Do not put any deodorant on. They prefer natural smells.”

I looked at Strawberry as she said no deodorant. I don’t know about her, but I am not stepping out of this room without any deodorant on. Heading into the bathroom, I noticed a gift basket with all kind of scents to freshen up with. I relaxed in the whirlpool for about twenty minutes and then got out to use the perfumed oil in the shower.

After drying myself off, I noticed there was no need to actually put deodorant on because the gift basket was scented to stay on you for 18 hours. I slid the gown over my body and admired my body in the triple curved mirror. It fit me perfectly. If only I had my cell phone back, I would have taken a few selfies to post on my Instagram.

Knock. Knock. Knock. I heard a knock at the door. The opposite door of where I had come in from.

“One minute.” I ran to the door where Strawberry was and she said that was the call. It was whoever was to be my date for the night. She said it was okay to open the door, and that she would be leaving out with her date in a few minutes.

“I promise you that everything will be okay. We are not going off of the premises. There are guards with you at all times.” Strawberry calmed my nerves. “You will be fine.”

With that being said, I heard the knock on the door again. I glanced at myself after applying more lipstick and eyeliner on. I slowly walked to the door and opened it, before me stood an amazingly handsome Hispanic male of about 6’2. His skin was the color of beach sand outlined with thick dark black hair. His eyes were deep-set and an off brown color with perfectly thick eyebrows arched above them. He was neatly shaven and was wearing a Keffiyeh around his neck, covering the top part of his all black suit.

“Hello, beautiful. What is your name?” He spoke with an accent I could not immediately identify as he smiled and kissed my hand.

I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to take my eyes away from his flawless face. “Um, Um, I’m…” I hesitated; unsure if I should give my real name or stage name.

“I’m sure your name is not ‘UmUmIm’.” He smiled again.

I finally smiled. “I’m sorry. I’m Monica.” I blurted out. I decided to be real with him. He doesn’t know me, just as I do not know him. I doubt we will ever cross paths again after tonight.

“Call me, Javier.” He took my arm into his arm. “Come. It is time to go.”

I followed his lead as we walked side by side as doors opened up in front of us. We were led into a big ballroom like area where there was a gathering of sorts. I saw nothing but beautiful women on the arms of wealthy men. The men were mostly middle-eastern or Asian. The women however were mostly Caucasian American. It was just me and two other darker skin women in attendance. I searched the room to see if I spotted Strawberry anywhere but I had no luck.

“Don’t be nervous. You are in good hands, beautiful.” Javier gently pulled me by the shoulders and inward to him to kiss me on my cheek. I deeply inhaled his scent
, Straight to Heaven
by Kilian retailed at over two hundred dollars. I knew this because I had splurged a little buying Rock this same cologne for his birthday a few years ago.

Javier grabbed my hand and led me towards a group of men dressed similar to him.

“Javier, nice to see you again. How was the meeting this morning?” The older gentleman asked my date.

“It went rather well. I closed the deal.” Javier shook hands with the man. “But tonight, we are not going to talk about business, it is a night to celebrate our success as wealthy men.” Javier grabbed two glasses that were being passed around by the waiters. He passed one to me. I sipped the wine and it tasted as if it was created by God himself.

“Absolutely. So who is this beautiful woman on your arm tonight?” He asked.

“This is my date Monica. My soon to be American Bride.” Javier responded, causing me to choke on the wine. “Monica, this is my Uncle Roberto.”

“Ahh, nice to meet you. I hope you keep my nephew very happy.” Roberto grabbed my hand and kissed it softly.

Caught off guard still, I answered the best way I could. “Um, I will try my best.”

“If you are in this family, you never try. You just DO.” Roberto smiled. “Nephew, I must go mingle. I shall see you next week at the family compound.”

Roberto walked away from the conversation with a peck on the cheek to his nephew and a smile and wink for me.

For the rest of the night we mingled amongst men involved in every type of business. I didn’t run into Strawberry at all and I was fine with that. I was happy that she chose me to spend an evening away from the hell that was my life. Tonight had me feeling like a fairy tale princess. I never experienced this in my life. Javier was so attentive towards me, and introduced me as if we were an official couple, as if I had not just met him a few hours ago. I met some of the most beautiful women I have ever witnessed with my own eyes. I’m talking about bad bitches only type of women was allowed entry into this exclusive party.

It was nearly three in the morning when we made it back upstairs to Javier’s penthouse. Not knowing the next move, I decided to sit on the edge of the bed and relax my feet. I have been on my feet since we left the room earlier.

“Here. Let me do that for you.” Javier grabbed one foot at a time and took off my shoes. “You have flawless feet.” He looked up at me with piercing brown eyes as he began kissing my feet after he rubbed them.

I didn’t know what to do. I know he was expecting me to have sex with him or else he probably wouldn’t give up the money later. So I figured, I may as well speed things up so I can get the hell out of here and back to my home. I am no man’s hooker.

“Look, if you want me to have sex with you, then just say so.” I rushed out.

He stopped kissing my feet and stared at me. He rose to the bed to sit next to me.

“If I wanted sex, I can ask any woman I want for that, who will willingly give it up with no sort of payment expected. Just to be in my presence I get flocks of women.” Javier stated but not with arrogance. “I wanted a lady tonight who could give me more than that; someone who could match my style and elegance. I don’t want sex from you. I want to make love to you.”

I stared back into his eyes and saw sincerity in his words. How could this be? We just met a few hours ago. The longer I looked into his eyes, the hornier I got for him. I stood up as I kept eye contact with him. I began taking off my clothes piece by piece. He sat there and watched me undress seductively.

“Lay back.” I instructed. I straddled him and began to remove his shirt. Kissing his soft lips, I moved down to his neck, then down to his chest, then I stopped. I looked back up into his eyes. I unbuckled his pants as we eye-sexed each other. Lifting off of him enough to slide his pants and underwear down, I was in awe at the size of his manhood. It seemed to grow the longer I stared at it, daring me to make a move.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked, ready for the challenge in front of me. I don’t know why I decided to have sex with him, but what the hell. This is what Rock gets for putting me in this position. A little fun will not hurt anyone.

Javier reached into a hidden compartment built into the headboard. “Here.” He gave me a magnum to put on him. After sliding it on the whole girth of him, I took the one eyed monster into my mouth and suckled it gently. “Mmm.” I moaned as I deep-throated, showing off my skills. I saw that he was getting worked up so I eased up on him and told him to stand up.

After he stood, I then laid on the bed and spread my legs wide open for him to see my whole world. My body may not have been perfect, but it sure is flawless. I laid my head back and begin to massage my body all the way down to the pot of honey. I motioned for Javier to come to me. In a trance, he followed my orders and brought his lips to my lips, as we began to kiss intensely. As we continued, I guided his manhood into my honeypot.

“This feels so goooood.” I moaned unintentionally. I was also hypnotized by his amazing love making. Not at one time did I think about Rock or the money Javier was going to give me.

“There is more where this comes from, baby. Let me take care of you.” Javier said as he slowly rocked in and out of me.

“I don’t know about that, baby. Let’s just take it slow.” I whispered as I bit down on his neck.

“No. I always get what I want, and what I want is you.” He flipped me over onto my stomach and arched my back up.

“Ohhh, we can talk about it later, right now I just want to feel this dick.” I began pumping my round ass into him until we both climaxed together.

We laid in the bed together until I dosed off wrapped in Javier’s arms. I haven’t felt this good in a long time, in fact, I never felt this secure with anyone. I wish this feeling could last forever but I know morning will come, and my fairytale will come to an end.

Chapter Four

I don’t know if I was supposed to stay the night or not, but I woke up to an empty bed and a guard sitting next the bed in a chair.

“Where is Javier?” I asked him, startled. I grabbed the sheets up towards my neck to cover my naked body.

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