Hot Mrs Billionaire Wifey

Chapter 3

### At Madam Alora's Brothel

Janet walked into the room and stared at Lara. “Lara, are you done brushing your teeth? Come, let me give you a makeover.”

“No!” Lara responded.

“Why? You can’t step out like this,” Janet asked.

“I don’t need any stupid makeover; I’m okay like this,” Lara replied.

Janet frowned and said, “Okay, but let me help you comb your hair, and you can wear one of my wigs.”

“Can't we just go like this?” Lara asked.

“No!” Janet insisted.

“Okay,” Lara replied reluctantly.

Lara finally walked back to the chair that Janet had pulled out in front of the mirror. She sat down and watched as Janet combed her long blonde hair and styled it into a ponytail.

“Your hair is so long and silky. I doubt you still need to wear a wig, but you know how Madam is. You have to look hot and cute,” Janet said.

Lara stayed silent, watching as Janet oiled her hands and rubbed it through Lara's hair. “I don’t think you need to wear the wig. After washing your hair, it's soft and smooth to the touch, and I like it.”

Lara remained quiet while Janet picked up her perfume and sprayed it on herself first. “Face me,” Janet instructed.

Lara stood up and turned to face Janet, who applied a pink lip gloss to Lara's chapped lips.

“Your lips look thin. Let's go out and eat so you can have some energy to work,” Janet said.

“What work?” Lara asked.

Janet smiled as Lara stared at her with questioning eyes. “Not to worry, when we get there, you’ll see the work for yourself.”

Lara kept quiet and followed Janet out of the room. Suddenly, Janet gasped. “Oops! I forgot your shoes. Come, let me get some shoes for you to wear.”

Lara frowned and walked back into the room with Janet, realizing she didn’t have any good shoes that she had brought from the village. She had worn her old torn slippers.

Janet quickly walked to her wardrobe, opened it, and brought out a pair of black sparkling high-heeled shoes, handing them to Lara. “Here, can you walk in these?”

“I don’t know. I’ll try,” Lara replied.

“You should. Here, test them out,” Janet said, giving the shoes to Lara. Lara sat on the pink bed and put them on.

Lara had always admired high-heeled shoes, but her mother couldn’t afford to buy one for her.

“Wow, they suit you,” Janet said.

Just then, they both heard Madam Alora's voice in the corridor as the room door swung open. Madam Alora entered the room in her black short dress.

“Aren't you ladies done yet? Mike has already sent his driver to pick you up. You both need to eat first before leaving; remember, you’ll be sleeping over at his place until tomorrow,” Madam Alora said, busy pressing her phone as she stepped inside.

Madam Alora shifted her gaze to Lara and Janet and gasped. “Wow! Now you look beautiful! Why didn’t you apply her makeup?”

“She refused, ma,” Janet replied.

“It’s alright. You ladies should go eat first. Let me answer my call,” Madam Alora said.

Lara sighed as she walked out of the room with Janet. Since it was her first time wearing high heels, Lara struggled to walk in the black shoes.

As they walked into the corridor, Lara heard the sound of two bodies collision and moaning of the people involved.

“Ah, yeah, harder... Yeah.”

Lara gulped, unsure of who was making those sounds, but she wasn’t naive enough to not know what they implied.

As she passed another door, a woman's voice screamed, “Take it easy, Mr.! ... Yeah! ... Ah! ... easy!”

Lara gulped again. Janet had already gone further ahead into the living room while Lara hurriedly walked away from the corridor pathway and stepped into the dining area of the executive mansion, letting out a sigh.

Lara sat down at the dining table, feeling restless about what was happening in the two rooms she’d passed. Even though she hadn’t seen them, their bodily sounds and moans made it clear what was going on.

Feeling relieved, Lara hoped she wouldn’t face the same fate as the two ladies in those rooms. She had vowed never to sleep with any man except her husband; no amount of money could change her mind. She didn’t want to be treated as a commodity but as a wife.

The cook approached them in her neat green uniform and white sparkling apron tied at the front, placing a tray of food in front of Lara. “Here are your meals.”

Janet and Lara drew their seats closer to the dining table and began eating.

Once they finished their dinner, Lara looked at the clock and saw it was 8:42 PM. She noticed a hefty man walk into the living room, which was connected to the dining room.

“Good evening, madam,” he greeted.

“Yes, welcome, sir. They’re done and ready to go now,” Madam Alora replied.

“Remember your training lessons,” Madam Alora instructed Janet.

“Okay, madam,” Janet responded. “Come on, Lara. Let’s go.”

Lara remained silent as she followed Janet outside the mansion, silently wondering what kind of training lessons Madam Alora had mentioned to Janet.

They walked out to the front, where Lara saw a sparkling black car parked in the garage. Walking in her high heels proved challenging; she struggled as if carrying a heavy load on her head while approaching the back seat of the shiny black car.

“Where are we going?” Lara asked.

Janet shut the door. “To billionaire Prince Mike's new house.”

“He's a prince?” Lara inquired.

“Not really, but his family’s wealth has elevated him to that status. You need to behave yourself when we get there and do whatever he asks you to do,” Janet instructed.

“What kind of behavior? I heard Madam talking to you about training lessons. What’s that about? I just arrived today, and I'm already going out?” Lara asked.

Janet sighed, staring out the car window as the hefty man continued driving onto the main road, heading toward Billionaire Mike Ernest's new house.

“Janet, I’m talking to you?” Lara insisted.

The hefty man glanced at them through the rearview mirror while maintaining focus on driving toward his master’s estate.

“I know, Lara. Lower your voice. Since you’re new here, it’s best you don’t learn anything for now. If you do, Prince Mike might accept you. I’ve always fantasized about the day Mike would take me to bed. Gosh, I can’t stop dreaming about him. He’s so hot—masculine, sexy, and handsome! You need to see him, Lara. Well, you will, but he hosts a lot of ladies, and I don’t want to think of him as a cheat,” Janet exclaimed.

“Is he married?” Lara asked.

“No! He’s young—around 26 or 27 years old. But he’s the first son, and I heard he has a younger sister and brother too,” Janet replied.

Lara sighed. “Hmph.”

“Not to worry. He’s not in any current relationship, and his family isn’t pushing him about it. He’s just like his father, a casanova,” Janet said.

Janet lowered her voice to ensure only Lara could hear her. Lara sighed heavily, responding, “Hmph. I’m still not interested in sleeping with a man for money.”

“I know, and that’s why I don’t want to teach you anything you might need to do. Normally, Mike will only ask us for massages and to suck his... you know, but he has never taken any of us to bed,” Janet explained.

“His what? What’s that?” Lara asked.

Janet laughed, gazing out the car window. “Never mind, Lara. Look! We’ve finally arrived at his mansion!”

Lara watched as the entrance gate opened, and two security guards approached their car.

“Hey, beauties! Come down first,” one security guard said.

“Lara, let’s get down now. They’ll need to search us first,” Janet instructed.

“Okay,” Lara mumbled.

Lara and Janet both stepped out of the car, and the security guard searched them one by one, while the second guard searched the vehicle.

“Did you both come here with any handbags?” the first security guard asked.

“No, sir. We came with nothing except for my phone,” Janet replied.

“Hmph... hands up first. Let me search you,” the first guard commanded.

Lara frowned as she watched the guard search Janet. He slid his right hand into Janet's cleavage, touching her breasts, and after removing his hand, he cupped her buttocks as well.

Then he approached Lara to search her too.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Lara yelled.

The security guard’s eyes widened at her response. He turned to Janet, “Is she new here or what?”

“Yes, sir. But she came with nothing too,” Janet answered.

The second security guard said, “James still needs to search her. She can’t be trusted. We can’t take any chances with our boss’s safety, so she must be searched.”