The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 4

Nail heaves a sigh of relief before he flashes me a smile. “You made the right decision, Veleria. You're not going to regret it, I assure you. The money will be sent to your account, and the p*****t for the apartment is already on its way to your landlord.”

Only the future could tell if I really made the right decision. I can only hope that the future is on my side. By the way, for how many days will I be pleasuring the man? Nail reaches for the device across the table and presses the button in the center as he shoves it back in the pocket of his jeans.

I cross my legs. “Until when is the contract?”

“Until he no longer wants you.”

I raise a brow. Until he no longer wants me? If the man is of age already, perhaps he would want me only for days. He might just want to relish his remaining days on earth. I imagine him in a cane, wrinked face, and white hair.

“Okay. And when—”

Nail cuts me off. “Tonight. You must be in the room next to this at exact nine p.m., but you still have to perfom on stage, okay? We all know men come here because of you. . .

He leans forward and continues, “I don't want to lose costumers.”

I roll my eyes. “Stop flattering me, Nail.”

He laughs. “It's the truth, Valeria. What do you think is the reason why that man chose you to pleasure him? He asks with a sly smile on his face.

I shrug my shoulders. “Only he knows, Nail. By the way, he's old, isn't he?”

He reaches for the wine across the table and gulps it down before he says, “I can only tell you that he's not what you think he looks like. I can't tell you more than that.”

He's not what I think he looks like?

“If you say so. Do you have anything else to say? Warnings?”

He shakes his head. “Just satisfy him.”

“Okay. But no need to tell me that,” I say rather confidently as I bring the glass of wine between my lips and empty the glass. Honestly, I'm more than confident that I can give him the pleasure he's looking for—even more than what he expects from me.

“Finally. You're back. I don't like that Valeria you exhibited earlier. I knew it wasn't you,” Nail says as he brings his hands behind his head. I don't like that one either. I don't want people to think than I'm weak because they are going to use it against me. I've already learnt a lot from living all by myself. I learnt that I can't trust anyone but myself.

I roll my eyes. “I'll perform now.” crossing my legs, I stand up from the couch and so does Nail.

“Exactly nine p.m., okay? Don't make him wait.” he reminds as I head toward the door. Turning the knob, I look over my shoulder and wink at him before I slip out of the door and make my way toward the changing area. I am nervous but unlike earlier, it's not visible on the exterior anymore. Cheska is the one who's performing on the stage. It's my turn after her. I immediately change into a red thin dress that doesn't reach my knees and put on my earpiece.

“I wish I was like you,” Jessica mutters as she takes me in in the mirrow. I run a red lipstick across my lips.

“Don't compare yourself to anyone. It will make you weak, I'm telling you.”

She takes her gaze off me and looks down. “I can't help myself, Valeria.”

“Don't you remember what I told you?” I ask her as I put on eyeshadow.

“I still do.”

“Then what is it?”

She heaves a sigh. “I should not let people see that I'm weak because they're going to use it against me.”

I put a hand on her shoulder and say, “People usually take advantage of those weaker than them, Jessica. Believe that you're strong. Don't let your emotions reign you.”

What I told her is actually mostly for me.

She lifts her head up. “Thank you. By the way, what were you doing on the second floor?”

“On the stage,” a voice suddenly sounds in my earpiece.

“It's my turn,” I announce. I give myself a once-over before I slip out of the changing room. Cheska eyes me up and down and sneers at me as we pass each other. I don't pay her heed. She can't get over the fact that her boyfriend fancies me. I can't blame her though.

Every time I step on the stage, I feel like I'm possessed. I can't recognise myself and my confidence skyrockets. I always give men the reason of their presence at the club. From behind, I slowly slide my hand from the man's chest down to to the side of his crotch.

“Like it?” I ask hoarsely in the crook of his neck.

I see him swallow before he nods. “M-More than you think. How much do you cost?”

Not a single man hasn't asked me the same question. They seem like they're going to lose their minds if they can't at least run their tongue across my s*x, and it means I succeed on my job. I love driving them crazy. It's like I was born for this job.

I go in front of the man. Running my fingers through his hair, I sit on his hardened member. His back is facing the gawking crowd below. He looks up and rests his hands beneath his head as I start moving forward and backward back and fort on his lap. A minute later, he takes his hands off his head and bring them on my hips, resisting the burning urge to strip my dress off me. He has a looks and he appears young. Not young as in minor. He seems to be around twenty five years old. As usual, ten minutes after, a voice sounds in my earpiece, indicating that I have to go off the stage already.

I get off him and run a finger across his lips as I bite the inside of my bottom lip before I leave the stage. Cheska and the other two strippers are on stage twenty minutes later. We are performing around one man at once, but the man's eyes are on me all the time which makes Cheska furtively glare at me from time to time. When she glares at me for the fifth time, I give her a taunting smirk. The other two strippers don't seem to care. Does she think I'm competing with her? It's not my fault that I appeal to the man more than her.

Hours roll by, it's thirty minutes before my appointment with the man. Nail called me a minute ago and told me to prepare already. I asked him what should I wear or if the man wants me to wear something specific. There were moans in the background when he told me to wear anything. He hung up the phone right after he told me that he will be in the VIP room ten minutes before nine. Jessica is the one who's on stage right now. Cheska was grabbed out of the room by his boyfriend earlier and she just came back, smiling at me while she was fixing her hair and dress. She was indirectly telling me that she was just f****d by her boyfriend and she was expecting me to get jelous. Is she okay? I wish she is. I didn't pay her attention.

I can hear her telling her experience earlier with her boyfriend in a corner with her minions. Her voice is loud as though she wants the world to know about it. It's already fifteen minutes before the appointment. I head out of the room and make my way to the second floor. My eyes linger on the room where I'm going to let the man use my body to his own pleasure. The thought doesn't make me shiver anymore.

I got a text from the bank informing me that I received money from Nail. Bryan texted me, too, that Nail already paid for the apartment. Bryan must be smiling wide right now.

Is the man inside the room already? Taking my gaze off the room, I turn the knob to the VIP room and enter. My eyes catch Nail putting the wine of glass he just emptied on the table. He looks up at me as I head to the couch across from him.

He asks, “How are you feeling?”

“I don't feel anything,” I respond honestly as I sit on the couch. It's already six minutes before nine.

He leans forward as though what he's about to tell me is very important. “Listen. He's already inside the room. Don't disappoint me, okay? I know you won't. I just want to remind you.”

I let out a laugh. Resting my elbow on the armrest and propping my palm on tbe side of my head, I say, “Do you want me to wear a recording device so that you hear his moans of pleasure? In case you're doubting my skills.”

“No need for that. You know I never doubt you,” he says then looks down at his wristwatch.

“You go now.”

I stand up. “See you later,” I say as I make my way to the door. When I close the door behind, I let out and in a breath before I head to the room. I know my skills won't fail me. I slowly open the door and slip inside. A shiver immediately claws up my spine the moment I feel his gaze on me. I don't know where he is but I feel him staring at me.

“On the bed.” I jerk my head to my side the moment I heard his voice. It's deep, sexy, hot, alluring, and mysterious, and obviously not a voice of a decrepit man.

He's standing in a corner. He's tall, has broad shoulders, and he's wearing a golden mask. He's far different from what I expected him to be. I swallow and do as I'm told. I climb into the bed and watch him walk like a God in my direction. I swallow again as I stare at his concealed face. Only his pink lips and intense green eyes are visible. I appear so small before his towering figure. I suddenly don't know what to do.

He starts unbottoning his white long sleeve polo, while his green eyes locked mine. They are undressing me.

“You don't have to do anything. All you have to do is lay still on the bed and let me do the work.” I nod, his voice travelling down between my legs.