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I walk into a suit made of glass walls. The lights from the New York skyscrapers feel like hundreds of eyes judging me for what I am about to do. I can say that I have no choice. But I do. I only chose the easier and the fastest way to reach my dream. Poverty is not an excuse, but getting out of it is a reason.
Why is the world against me? I can ask that question a dozen times, but it will not change my situation. It will not push me closer to my dreams.
It's a miracle that I got so far in reaching my dream to be a doctor. Thanks to a scholarship I received in high school and a university assistance program, I made it to my last year of medical school. But the world suddenly decided to take it all away!
To reinforce my med school funds, I worked four jobs while studying. It was hard, but I endured it. A little more push. A few months of sleepless nights. A few more beds to arrange and hundreds of beddings to clean, and I'll be a step closer to my dream. But exhaustion got me on the very day of a vital examination that would determine if I could retain my scholarship.
I survived the semester but failed to qualify for the continuing scholarship. How in the hell will I come up with a twenty grand tuition fee to finish the semester? I have two options. Work my ass off for a year and return for the next semester. It'll mean wasting a whole year to finish a few months of studies. Or I can add a few more jobs to reach the amount after taking out some college loans.
The world gave me another choice. Quit my dream altogether. I lost two high-paying part-time jobs instead of getting a few more jobs.
My other job is an odd-job listing – from cleaning bathrooms to being a mascot. It doesn't pay well, but collectively, it helps.
My main job is as a nursemaid at Osler Medical Center. I change the bedding, clean the bedpans, and do other dirty things. It's not something to be proud of, but I learn many things from hanging out with nurses. It lessens the time I have to spend on practical topics and gives me more time on theoretical subjects.
The two jobs will not be enough to help me finish my last semester.
But Dana, a classmate, shared her secret with me. The reason she can comfortably live and study every semester. All I need is a week or two, and everything will be fine. Temptation got me at first, but hesitation quickly set in. The job is something against my morals. I can't do it.
The job?
It is to become a personal whore to a billionaire. An escort at day; a pet at night. Dana told me about an association of wealthy people who manage a private island. These people are like gods of the island while they're there. But on the mainland, they are businessmen, politicians, or anyone honored by the public.
The job comes with good pay because it carries a non-disclosure agreement. There are many perks, too, Dana said. The billionaire dresses their whores in fancy clothes and jewelry. If the escort does her job well, she can take home some pieces of jewelry. But the bags and clothes are all to keep. I can come up with the remaining amount I need by selling them.
I refused the offer outright. One. I never dreamt of becoming a prostitute. Two. I'm a virgin. I don't want to lose my virginity to some random old billionaire with a belly. As a medical student, I can say that sex is sex. The hymen doesn't matter. It doesn't have any physical uses at all. A tiny tissue that easily rips.
But as a woman, I have plans on how to lose it. I want to remember the man and everything about that night. Giving it away as a prostitute will only make me want to forget it. Worse, I can never forget it.
I look at my reflection on the glass wall. My appearance is something I never imagined to be. My ear-hugging, curly, short hair is pulled into a tight bun. A see-through black lace with feather-like edges covered my tits. And the panties. I don’t even know how to describe it.
How can you call a gartered ribbon and a string of pearls a pair of panties? I even had to roll some paper towels to create a crotch pad and prevent the pearls from sliding between my folds.
What am I doing here?
I weighed my options and decided to forego my morals. I may never forget how a stout billionaire rips my virginity, but I'll be a doctor in a few months. Losing it that way will be a lesser regret than never becoming a doctor.
Also, if I get the job, it’ll only be a week. I bet that billionaire will get another doll to play with and forget about me. We may never cross paths again. I don’t have to be bothered by this decision.
I look at myself and force myself to accept the woman reflected on the glass wall. It will be who I am if I get the job, but it will not define who I will be as a doctor.
Dana explains that I must pass an initiation night with my client before I can go to the private island. If I satisfy him after this night, I will get the job and be his whore for a week. If I fail, I'd still get a thousand dollars for three hours. That's more than what Julia Roberts made in Pretty Woman.
No! If I need to lose myself tonight, I have to make it worth something. It has brought me closer to my dream.
The hair on my body rises when the door to the suite opens. "Close your eyes," the man orders before I can see his face from his silhouette. His deep and demanding voice scares me.
Dana explains that the client will not allow me to know or see him. It’s a preparation should I fail the initiation. These billionaires don’t want to deal with prostitutes trying to pin them for rape or begging for another chance.
I close my eyes and listen to the footsteps. My heart races as I feel the man closer to me. How does he look? Is he tall? Short? Stout? Hairy? I gasp when a soft and silky fabric touches my face. I open my eyes and can only see a tiny light from the blindfold.
“Is it too tight?”
"No, sir," I still shake from hearing his voice. From the direction of his breath, I can tell he's tall.
I hold my breath when he places his palm on my shoulder and slowly traces my arms. His hands move to my ribs. I exhale heavily when he slides a finger under the flimsy bra and traces the band.
My tears form as reality slowly sets in. I am becoming this man's whore.
My shoulders rise when the man lightly scratches my neck to tickle me. He chuckles near my ear. He must be one foot taller than me as I feel him lean down to level his mouth to my ear. “A virgin, huh?” he whispers.
I don't know how to answer him. So, I only nod. I keep my head and neck still as he traces the shape of my face with his fingers. My lips part to release my breath when he brushes the tip of his fingers along my lips.
“Suck them,” he places his fingers horizontally between my lips.
I rattle for what I should do. Afraid to fail, I remind myself of what Dana said. Be a pet. And like a dog, I suck on his fingers like I’m chewing a dog toy. I stop when he sniffs my neck while I lick his fingers.
"Interesting," his voice still shakes me. But something about it is so sexy that it fills me with a weird excitement. "I'll give you two grand more for every hole I take. Are you ready for all that?"
“E-every hole?”
I turn my head to where I think he stands. He directs my head in the direction where he stands. The man remains silent for a while, but I can feel him looking closely at my face.
"This hole," my eyes widen under the blindfold when his mouth suddenly slides into my lips. His tongue wriggles inside my mouth.
Inexperienced, I squeeze his tongue and suck it. He pulls it away and swirls it around my tongue. My head says he violates me, so I try to push his tongue out. But my body likes the violation, and I end up sucking his tongue when I can't push it out.
“S-sir,” I call out when he pulls the paper towel from my crotch and shallowly pushes some beads on my opening. He slides the back pearls into the slit of my bum. I gasp as slight pain tickles both holes.
"And these holes," the man adds before pushing me to the bed. I quickly rise from the bed, but he suddenly holds the back of my head. "Which hole do I have to fuck first?"
I look up despite not seeing his face. Who is this man? He doesn't show any affection.
I can't believe that this is the job. I'll be a pet to this man for a week. My lips quiver as he traces my lips with his finger again.
“Let’s start from the top.” He cages my mouth with his and forces his tongue into my mouth.
I instinctively want to push his tongue out, but I remind myself that this is part of the job. So I fight his tongue with mine as it swivels around it. I block it from going inside deeper, but his experience beats me. His tongue reaches deep into my throat.
The man’s free hand wanders from my shoulder to my side curves. Suddenly, he pulls down the flimsy bra and exposes my tits. I gasp and end up sucking his tongue when he cups and squeezes one of my boobs.
He pulls away from my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. I close my eyes and clench my hands into fists as he plays with my tits. My throat shakes as my heart pounds with intensity while I feel the man unbuckling his pants and taking out his cock.
How big and wide is it? Can it even fit my mouth?
No.
Dana said the billionaires don't or can't perform well. Their weenie is like Winnie the Pooh’s – almost nonexistent. They take personal whores so their secret will be safe. Her description calms me and almost makes me laugh.
If a petite woman like Dana handled it, then I could do it, too. How big....
I freeze when the man traces the tip of his cock into my mouth. Big? Say enormous.
“Open your mouth, Tannie," I frown at his nickname. I want to tell him that I'm Carmen Gil, a Latina. Hence, I'm tan. But he has no right to taunt me with that nickname. But he does. This man is paying me to be "Tannie.”
A tear escapes my eyes when I close it while opening my mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through this,” the man tells me. “After this night, you’ll want more of this.”
Before I can react, he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth. I touch a few drops of something wet and salty from it, inducing me to gulp. He caresses my cheeks and slowly pushes more of his cock. “That’s it, my Tannie. Suck it as I push.”
Another tear rolls down as I do what he says. His cock throbs in my mouth when I swirl my tongue around it as he instructs.
"It's okay. Relax," the man whispers when his tip reaches the back of my throat. I take a deep breath and allow his cock to move deeper. I adjust my jaw to avoid gagging as he thrusts deeper into my mouth. "Wonderful. Where did you learn to open up like that?"
I almost answer him out of naivety, but he thrusts his shaft into my mouth. "Your mouth is mine now. Soon, all of you,” the man declares while hastening his thrust.
Hang in there, Carmen. It’ll only be a week. I’ll be his only for a week.
