Chapter 1 GROUND ZERO

• Presidential Suite 1.
• I stand in front of the door to which I realized that the entire floor was this client’s hotel room. He was staying inside one of New York’s expensive hotel and he is one of the club's VVIP clients. I heard that VVIP clients are usually the kind of people who are not from America who only visits the club rarely but has some oddly special requests.
• That could possibly mean that this man, whoever is inside this damned room, is either a professional athlete, a business tycoon, a politician or worst, someone from the underworld.
• Holy fucking ass, this is it.
• I bring my red polished finger to the doorbell and rang it once. Red, I hate it. I hate painted nails in red because it looks so sultry. It looks so seductive, something that I don’t even want to be in the first place.
• I hear doorbell echoing inside and in a split second, I flinched as soon as the door swings open.
• “Jesus Christ.” I exclaimed softly, feeling a slight heart attack.
• I stare at the tall man in a black suit who just opened the door. He was pretty tall and had a big built but he wasn’t that attractive to look at.
• I exhaled and tried to shake off the embarrassing first impression for the client. I forced a smile over my red painted lips and said, “Good evening. Hector sent me.”
• He carefully looked around the small hallway which led to the distant elevator before looking back at me. He seemed like he was waiting for me to say something and we just had a quick staring competition before I realized that Hector mentioned about a code before I can enter.
• “1-9-4-6.” I finally said.
• He widens the door and allowed me to enter in to the hallways. As soon as he shut the door he instructed, “Follow me.”
• I obliged as I walked along the massive presidential suite which had an overlooking view of the entire city lights. The place, in hues of white and black, was so huge that you can fit almost fifty people in here to party. The chandelier was bright and huge as it hangs on the ceiling. The place was highly exquisite that I can even think the digits for the price.
• The man leads me to a door which was quite far from where we entered and as soon as we reached outside presumably a bedroom, he told me to halt.
• I stopped and watch him open the door and called out, “Boss she’s here.”
• Boss. So this man who opened the door isn’t the client.
• I fear a shiver run down my entire body as soon as I wonder who could be in there. I begin to fix my black leather-like trench coat and exhaled nervously as I tried to remind myself why I was doing this because I have no other option.
• “It’s just going to feel filthy the first time but when you’ve done it numerous times, it’s no longer filthy. You’re gonna learn how to suck it up.” Hector’s voice fills my head.
• “Let her in.” I hear a muffler male’s voice inside the room.
• Deep was the first word I thought of.
• The man who escorted me pushed the door wide open for me as he gestured his hand inside.
• Suck it up. Hector’s voice still lingers in my ears and I hate hearing him.
• As soon as I had the courage to step inside the room, I was taken aback to how dim the entire place was. There was literally only one light inside and it was from the one hanging on the wall. The door closes behind me and I instantly felt a sudden shift on the temperature. It was shit cold. My heels hits the floor as I walked further inside the room and as soon as I saw the clearing, I saw a massive bed with a canopy, a working table in the corner, a dresser in the other side and so much expensive things in here that I have never ever seen in my entire life.
• There was no one inside.
• “H-Hello?” I hollered as my quivered voice echoes the room. “H-Hector sent me.”
• This was the kind of scene that I would want to run out of the room and get the hell out of here to keep myself safe. This was just truly scary, especially for a rookie like me, and I couldn’t even fathom how other girls are so brave doing this and being here in this room with a stranger doing anything he pleases just because he paid your entire body for the night.
• I subtly jumped on my feet as soon as I heard a doorknob clicking open. When I turned around, I saw a man standing by the doorway with a small hand towel on his hands while he dries them.
• Holy fucking shit, he is out-of-this-world kind of good-looking.
• He was exceedingly tall and I can tell that he is pretty lean from under his top. I think he works out, a lot, base from how those sleeves looks tight around his biceps. He wore a black slim-cut dress pants, a black dress shirt tucked in and black leather shoes.
• Businessman? Probably, because of how he dresses.
• He was just standing there looking at me and I was honestly not too comfortable with this whole thing. I am already wondering how things would turn out. The man had a pushed back dark brown almost blackish hair, long on the top of his head and short on the sides. His eyebrows were thick and dark in color while his lips were plump and subtly thick. His neck had an awfully big tattoo that almost covered his entire throat as it exceeds to the side of his neck.
• This man was the real epitome of a very masculine and insanely gorgeous male species with exuding amount of charisma and sexiness even just standing there. He turned off the light from the bathroom as he begins to step out and throws the hand towel to the couch while he starts walking my way.
• The entire time he was approaching me, I held my breath and tried to bite my inner cheek. I have always feared Hector but this man was in a different level of fear. It was a thousand times more terrifying than I have felt towards Hector even though it was my first time to meet him.  
• When he passed by in front of me, walking towards the bed, his perfume was quick to tickle my nostrils. He smelled insanely amazing with a strong scent of a musky manly perfume.
• This man was remarkably captivating even without trying.
• “Why are you still dressed?” His question stiffens me.
• I couldn’t answer as my eyes adjust in the darkness to where he was standing in the room.
• “Take it off.” The man's voice, deep and husky, instructs me coldly as I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling which went pricks down my spine.
• This was really happening. I thought to myself as I stand near the foot of the bed, tensed and completely frozen.
• I untied my belt and slowly peeled the trench coat off of my body as my thighs feel a tremble from my hip down to my toes. Embarrassingly, I dropped it to the floor and stood straight, trying to look confident. I can tell that he was staring at my body, probably examining me physically.
• I have never been this naked in front of a man and it feels so humiliating, almost belittling.
• Suck it up. I tell myself and how selfish my entire life had been.
• At some point, I was even trembling probably because I was wearing this laced outfit which was close to nothing. I had a black-leathered mid-rib corset, a black thong, black knee high socks and black 5-inched pumps. The room was highly air-conditioned which caused me to shake more, at the same time feeling nervous with thoughts in my head about what he could potentially do to me here.
• Hell, why did I even allow myself to get involved in this.
• “Come here.” He ordered.
• I wish I could say no. Damn I wish I could say no.
• I squirm inwardly and felt the needed to be saved.
• “I don’t like repeating.” His voice sounded colder and scary.
• My feet felt like they were cemented to the carpeted floor because I was unable to move a single bit as soon as he gave me his instructions. I could tell that he was getting impatient since I could see his eyes wild as a tiger inside this dim lit room. He was standing next to the bed with his belt unbuckled as he begins to unbutton his black dress shirt. He takes his top off and walks to a long couch where he sat down with both of his arms resting.
• “I said get your fucking ass here!” His voice shook the hell out of me.
• His eyes were demanding and I could tell that he was the kind of guy who would hurt me if I didn’t obey him. He just had that aura. Obediently, I walked towards where he sat and stood in front of him. I know he was waiting for me to do something sexual towards him but I just couldn’t move from where I was actually standing.
• “What are you still standing there?” He asks as his annoyance thickened. “You’re a paid woman to please me.”
• This was one of the moments in my life that I wish I could run as fast as I could and escape away from this room. My feet wanted to leave as my fear begins to creep underneath my skin. I can feel the loud pounding sound inside my heart and I know for sure that I cannot do it. I felt like I wanted to vomit because my fear felt like it was leveled up to my throat. My uneasy mind wrestles with getting this over and pleading for this man not to fuck me .
• "Are you just going to stand there?" His voice thickened and deeper.
• I exhaled heavily as my fists were clenched to my sides, “I'm sorry. I can't do this!” I finally exclaimed aloud with my eyes shut close.
• Thud- thud-thud-thud-thud . My heart was racing harder and pounding faster.
• I listened with my eyes close, there was silence and I can only hear my fast heartbeat. As I slowly opened my eyes, in a split second the man leaped from the couch towards me. He grabbed my face with his hand while the other grabbed my right wrist, which is my dominant hand, and pushed me hard towards the wall. He pinned my back against the wall and my right hand raised over my head as his wrist was pushing it down. His body pressed hard against mine which enabled me to move since his weight was overwhelming.
• I whimper in fear, “P-Please…”
• The light coming from the window illuminating through his devilish face with fierce eyes as it sends shiver from my head down to the tips of my toes. His hands, huge and strong, that I couldn't easily get away from.
• "Please." I begged again as I begin to feel warm tears filling my eyes. "Please… I'm scared." I confessed while my lips tremble. "Please. This is my first time. I'm just forced to do this."
• I feel my entire body trembling, “P-Please.” My voice cracks.
• His piercing eyes glued on mine and never wandered elsewhere.
• I felt more terrified.
• If looks could kill, he would have had me dead by his evil eyes.
• " She needed to be saved from her own hell. He needed to be pulled out from his purgatory."