Chapter 7 Late

• Saint’s POV
• "Have they still not found the girl?" I ask as I see one of the managers of this club.
• "We're working on it, Mr. Saint. Please be patient," the manager tells me.
• "I've already been patient enough. That girl probably left," I reply.
• "One of our employees is looking for her. Just wait a moment and we'll find out what happened," he assures me.
• "I've waited long enough, and honestly, I've lost interest. Transfer the money back to my account, I'm leaving," I declare.
• "Are you sure, Mr. Saint?"
• "Yes, I'm not staying here any longer."
• "Alright, I hope you don't think poorly of us because of this situation."
• "Don't worry, if a girl had a change of heart at the last minute, it's not your fault or the club's. Maybe she'll come later."
• "Very well, we'll wait for you, Mr. Saint."
• After saying this, I leave the manager alone and on my way out, I can't help but think about the girl who rejected me.
• If it weren't for me, she would have fallen into the hands of that old pervert who liked young girls. I spent much more money than I usually would for just one woman, and instead of thanking me for my kindness as she should, she leaves without saying anything.
• The anger I feel towards that girl keeps growing, but then I realize it's not worth getting angry at a stranger whose name I don't even know.
• I go to the club's reception and call my personal driver to pick me up. I had planned to spend the night at the club, but because of that girl, my plans have changed.
• "Now that I think about it... Tomas is still inside," I mutter as I think about Tomas.
• I had told the managers to send a couple of girls to Tomas so he could have fun tonight. Those girls were professional women and "experts" in the art of "pleasing" men, so I was sure Tomas would enjoy himself as much as I would tonight.
• Because of that unknown girl, my night was ruined, but I didn't want to ruin Tomas' night, so I don't say anything to him and I don't let him know that I'm leaving so he can "enjoy" his night with the club's girls.
• "I hope that bastard appreciates what a good friend I am," I mutter as I wait for my driver to arrive and take me home.
• Teresa’s POV
• While that unknown man had his tongue on my intimate area, I was discovering a lot of new sensations that I didn't know before.
• That man... the way he did things was much better than me.
• I'm a young girl in the prime of my youth, so obviously I had "pleasured" myself before, but not even using all my fingers at the same time could give me as many sensations or pleasure as the man was giving me with his tongue and fingers right now.
• My moans become louder and more frequent, but just as I'm enjoying the sensation, the unknown man... stops.
• "W-what are you doing? W-why are you stopping?" I manage to say, as I couldn't form words very well.
• I can't help but get a little angry with him. I was reaching climax and suddenly he stops, that annoyed me.
• The unknown man doesn't respond, instead, he holds me and turns me over somewhat roughly, and now I'm lying face down on the bed.
• I don't understand what this man wants to do, but just moments later, I start to feel his tongue again... but this time it's on my buttocks.
• "What are you doing?!" I say as I start to feel his tongue moving all over my buttocks, not just his tongue, but also his lips.
• He was kissing me from one side to the other while licking me in some areas, that seemed strange to me. I turn my head to look at him, and I see him starting to move up, giving me kisses on my back before going down and starting to kiss from my waist to my buttocks.
• "Does he have a fetish for the rear?" I think as I remember that some men liked it more from behind than from the front.
• Although I felt somewhat uncomfortable at first, I soon start to let go and start to enjoy it, but once again, the man stops without saying anything.
• "Again? "I complain as I turn my gaze to see him.
• He had already stopped twice, and that was frustrating me. Just when I'm reaching climax, he stops, and I don't know if he likes it or not, but it's killing me.
• The man doesn't respond, and instead, I see him taking off his pants and everything underneath.
• After removing everything he was wearing, I can finally see his penis, which is pointing towards me. Seeing it, I start to get even more aroused.
• "Are you finally going to do it?" I ask him, as I prepare myself inside for what comes next.
• I was going to lose my virginity today, I had already prepared for it, but still, when the moment was about to come, I can't help but get nervous.
• The man doesn't respond, instead, he grabs me by the hair at the back of my head and pushes my face into the pillow.
• "I like it from behind," the man tells me, finally speaking again.
• "From... behind?" I murmur, as I try to understand what he means by this.
• It only takes a moment for me to understand what he meant when he said he liked it "from behind"... When I think about it, I become quite scared, especially when he pours some liquid on my backside... that confirms my suspicions.
• "Wait! Not there! I'm not ready for that!" I tell him, although with a very low voice, as the man had already started doing his thing.
• I start to feel it as he tries to "enter".
• I was prepared to lose my virginity... but I wasn't prepared for this yet.