Chapter 6 Where Is It?

• Daisy's Point of View
• My boss and I spoke with Mr. Saint for a moment, who was one of the most frequent clients of the club, and after promising him that we would find out what had happened to Teresa, I went to look for my friend.
• Honestly, I didn't understand what was going on. I myself took Teresa to the place where she was supposed to meet Saint. I showed her the corridor she had to take, told her the room number she had to enter, and even gave her the key to enter that room to meet Saint.
• Considering all that, what could have gone wrong? Teresa should have met with Saint, nothing bad should have happened. I gave her clear instructions, so what could have gone wrong?
• I had known my friend for years. I knew about the situation her family was going through. Her mother needed to pay for treatments. Taking all that into account and considering Teresa's personality, I found it impossible to believe that she had changed her mind at the last moment.
• Instead of believing that, I started to think that maybe... she had entered the wrong room.
• Teresa was about to lose her virginity to a stranger who paid for her. Maybe that made her very nervous and unable to think clearly. Perhaps she entered the wrong room on the way and ended up in a room where she shouldn't have been.
• When I thought about this possibility, a great fear arose in me... if Teresa entered a room with a client who wasn't hers... and lost her virginity to him...
• If the latter happened, then Teresa wouldn't get anything. She had lost her virginity to a man who hadn't paid for her, so the club wouldn't give her any money for that since "technically" she had given herself to another man who wasn't the one who had paid for her.
• And the problem didn't just lie in the fact that the club wouldn't give her anything if she lost her virginity to another man. Losing her virginity meant that she could only give it once. If Teresa lost it, then she couldn't try the same trick of selling it in clubs like these again. And then she would have lost her chance forever to get a large amount of money for her mother's treatment.
• Thinking about all these things, I start to get very agitated, and I quickly run to the place where I left Teresa. There were two corridors there, one to the right and the other to the left. The VIP clients who paid for the girls' virginity stayed in the rooms on the left corridor.
• That was the corridor I indicated to Teresa. She wasn't a child, so she should have gone there. So I also enter the corridor and prepare to search for my friend room by room before it's too late.
• Teresa's Point of View
• The unknown man to whom I had sold my virginity had me on his lap for a brief moment while he practically stuck his tongue deep into my clothes and touched my buttocks.
• No man had ever touched me there before, and certainly not in the way this stranger was doing it.
• The kisses only lasted a short time, as the stranger in front of me lifted me up once again and threw me onto the bed.
• He approached me, pressed me against the wall, held my hands up, and with one of his hands, he started sliding over my breasts and squeezing them tightly. I don't know why, but I liked feeling that. I was letting myself go, and he lowered his hand to my stomach and tried to put his hand under my skirt.
• I was letting out more and more moans, and then I felt his hand on my buttocks again. He squeezed them a little, and then he lifted up the skirt I had over my butt, exposing the area below my waist to him.
• Noticing this, I couldn't help but blush with embarrassment, especially when I saw how he looked at that area. I had noticed eyes like those before when I walked down the street and men looked at me, but the eyes he showed me this time were different.
• "That thong..." he murmured, while staring intently at what I had put on as underwear.
• I had forgotten that Daisy had made me wear a thong that, according to her, would "excite" my partner even more when he saw that I was wearing it as underwear.
• Based on the look this stranger was giving me, it seemed that Daisy was right.
• I use his hand to touch the thread, and he starts to pull it,
• beginning to brush against my intimate area and the area between my buttocks, it hurt a little, but I also liked it for some reason.
• He only did this for a short time, before letting go of my hands, and then he laid me down on the bed, spread my legs, took off his shirt, and then I saw him bury his face in my vagina.
• Shortly after he did this, I started to feel his tongue on my intimate area, and at the same time I started moaning again.
• Daisy's POV
• "Excuse me! I didn't mean to interrupt!" I say as I leave the VIP client's room, who was busy entertaining himself with the girl he had bought the virginity of.
• This was already the tenth room I had checked, I had bothered many clients, but I needed to find Teresa.
• I started searching in the rooms near room number "2", which was the room where Saint and Teresa should have been together, but after checking that Teresa wasn't there, I went to search in other more distant rooms.
• I didn't know where Teresa had gone, but I had to find her before she made a mistake that would cost her dearly, and in this case it wasn't metaphorical, but it would truly be very expensive for her.
• It would be a $300,000 mistake, and that was a loss that not many people could accept.
• "There are 50 rooms in this corridor, I've already checked 10, where the hell are you, Teresa?" I mutter, as I open the next door to enter another room in search of my friend.