Mahalia in Cape Town

s*x FOR MONEY

CHAPTER 8

SEX FOR MONEY

Mahalia is being led to the third floor which is far more private compared to the ones from below and she feels a little bit more nervous because of the fact that Mickey is the one leading the way. She is not thinking about anything else whether the offer from Mickey was legal or not because she is in dire need of money to send for her mother’s chemotherapy as soon as possible.

Her heart is thumping so fast as she gets rid of the shiver that is running all over her body while her mind is only dead set on getting money. Mickey is apologizing about the mishap that happened and that he feels bad about what his employees have done. Despite his explanation, Mahalia was not really attentive since she was worried more about what she has gone through.

As soon as Mickey offered her a seat, she sat down and thanked him in a soft voice. She watches as Mickey walks around the table and takes the seat next to him while he smiles at her as he stares at how worried she looks.

“Are you alright?” He questions.

“Y-Yeah… I’m fine.” She forces a weak smile.

The waiter served them hot drinks right away and Mickey was quick to offer it to Mahalia, “I apologize again for what happened.”

“There is no need to worry. I was at fault too.”

“No, it was my mistake for not giving you my own number so that you would have called before you came. I am sorry for how my employees humiliated you.”

She shakes her head, “That’s not really the big case here.”

Mickey gestures his hand to the waiter to leave them alone and he says, “Why did you come?” He questions inquisitively.

She takes a deep breath before she faces him, “I am in a really difficult situation right now and I really need money right now.”

Mickey relaxes his back on his chair, “Lovely, you are barking on the wrong tree. I am not a loan shark.”

She shakes her head with subtly widened eyes, “No, no. I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I mean… I… I am desperately in need of money and I want to ask for a cash advance for the job offer you told me last time.”

“Ah!” Mickey smiles. “So you really have thought about it.”

Mahalia nods with hope in her eyes, “Is there any way that I can get the first pay right now? I am desperately in need of cash and--.”

“About that.” He cuts her off as he leans forward, “The offer had been taken.”

Mahalia feels like her entire world shook as soon as those words left Mickey’s mouth. She gradually starts blaming herself for not being able to grab the opportunity when she had the chance to. She looks much depressed as her tears are slowly building behind her eyelids but as she lowers her head, she tries to shut her eyes as hard as she can trying to stop herself from crying. Her fists are clenched over her thigh as they are hiding under the table while she fights the need to weep in despair.

“Someone else was hired the same day I told you about it.” She hears him explain.

Her heart feels like it’s being crushed into pieces as she bites her lower lip while her tears are building fast.

“I apologize for that.” He adds.

Mahalia instantly pulled her head up while still clenching her fist as she said, “How much would it be if I sell myself?” Her words were raw and straight to the point that she’s even shocked how she said that.

Mickey’s eyes widened, “Huh?”

“If I sell myself, how much am I… to you?” She swallows.

He chuckles humorlessly, “Are we… Are we getting on something serious here?”

“I am serious.” She says firmly, swallowing all the pride she has left in her body for the sake of her terminally ill mother. “How much will you pay a vi*gin like me for s*x?” Her clenched hands are shaking in fear as she chokes a sob and her dignity.

“I thought you were not that kind of girl?” Mickey answers as he eyes her.

“I just… I really need it.”

“You’re willing to sell your v*gina for your family?”

She nods, “I’d sell my body, organs, hell I’ll see my soul… Anything...” Her tears are flooding her eyes, “For them.”

“What happened?” He questions firmly as he blinks at her. “I thought you were a woman with dignity.”

“My mom… She…” Mahalia breathes heavily. “She needs the money as soon as possible because her cancer cells have scattered to her liver.” She lowers her head as she begins to cry silently and shyly. Slowly, she pulls her head up and faces Mickey who is looking intently at her, “Please, I will do anything you want.”

Mahalia pulls her phone out and shows the messages that she received earlier. Mickey notices that she was shaking as she is holding her hands, “Those are the messages my brother sent me earlier. They are in Bisaya but my mother was rushed to the hospital because of the pain.”

“Why didn’t you answer right away?”

“I was fast asleep since it is my day off.” She wipes her tears, “Please I need the money, I will do anything you want. ”

Mickey studies Mahalia intently and he already has something inside his head that he wants to do. Being known as a womanizer, Mickey is used to women offering their bodies to him but he feels sympathy towards Mahalia who is willing to do this just for her family. He’s always found her appealing and hot despite the clothes she’s wearing. He’s seen several types of female bodies and he finds Mahalia’s sexy the first time he saw her in that Filipino restaurant.

“You’re sure about this?” He asks here.

She nods doubtfully, “For my mother and my siblings.”

“You will do everything I want.” He repeats.

She nods again.

“Very well then…” He finally speaks as he smiles at her. “I will take this opportunity.”

Mahalia swallows hard as she feels more tense just sitting on her chair.

“My driver is right downstairs, the car that’s right outside the restaurant.” He instructs as she listens to him but her eyes are staring at her clenched hands which are over her thighs. “I want you to tell him to take you to my penthouse and I want you to wait there for me until I finish with my meeting here.”

Mahalia instantly pulled her head up and stared at Mickey as he was texting on his phone, “How much will you pay me?” The words finally escaped her mouth.

Mickey hums before answering, “Five hundred dollars.” He pulls his head up and stares into her eyes as he adds, “I’ll make it seven hundred if you follow what I tell you to do.”

Mahalia feels elated after hearing the amount of money she will earn in just one session but at the same time she is nervous because she has absolutely no experience when it comes to s*x. At the same time, she is swallowing all of her dignity just for the sake of her family and her mother who is depending on her alone.

“I’ve informed my driver to take you and he will lead you there.” He continues.

She nods.

“Don’t worry, I won't take long here. I will be there as soon as possible.” He winks at her as he smiles warmly. “You can order anything you want in case you want to eat.”

Mahalia tries to breathe as soon as the waiter is leading her out of the VIP room while her heart feels as if it is going to jump out of her chest. She is being led out of the restaurant towards Mickey’s car as his driver instantly popped the back door open for her. She stares at the backseat of the car and the vanilla scent tickles her nose but her heart is still pounding so hard in her chest.

She hesitates going inside as she takes a pause to think and weigh things. She steps back a little and analyzes if this is really what she wants to do but then she is being pulled back to the fact that she needs the money and that five hundred dollars is already a big amount of help that she can send to her terminally ill mother.

She breathes out heavily and finally hops inside the car and as soon as she did, her heart is beating so hard that she feels like she cannot breathe anymore. She feels as if her stomach is in twists and her entire body wants to step out of the car. She is completely torn about what she has started but she knows that she needs to do this and sell her body even though it makes her feel degraded as a woman who has a lot of dreams.

Her hands are shaking as she is trying to suppress them while rubbing them against each other. She stares outside of the car as she feels much worse with the cold air-condition that is causing her entire body to feel cold in a split second.

She did not know where that courage came from and how vulgar she offered herself to a man like Mickey but she knows it is the only fastest way to get money. She silently cries in fear and worry on the backseat of Mickey’s luxurious car.

As soon as they reach the building, she is surprised that she is led into a very luxurious looking hotel. Mahalia is being led to a hotel room by Mickey’s driver and he has been silent towards her the entire drive.

Her mind lost the ability to think as soon as she reached his floor, the driver was making her feel more anxious the moment he led her to his suite. The moment she stands right outside the door of the hotel suite on the 10th floor of the building, she takes a deep breath in and exhales heavily as he opens the door for her.

He eyes her, “You can wait inside the room.”

She nodded, “Thank you.”

“I will stay out here until Mr. Berruti arrives.”

She nods again, “Thank you.”

She begins to walk inside but her pounding heart is the only thing that she can hear through the quietness. As soon as she stepped in, she flinched the moment the driver locked the door behind her and at the same time the light turned on. Her eyes are gazing all over the lavish and spacious room even though the suite looked expensive in all corners, she could not fathom how nervous and scared she is right now.

The hotel suite had a small living room and a kitchenette on the far corner, as she continued to walk, her eyes darted on to the door on her right which she guessed that it could be a bedroom. Her mind is completely blank and she has no idea what to do while she is waiting all by herself.

“I’m hungry.” She thought and as soon as she did, her stomach growled.

Mahalia is reminded that she can have room service if she wants to but then she reminds herself that she did not want to be that indebted to Mickey. She tries to calm herself down and thinks of ways on how she would be able to satisfy a man since she has no experience about s*x nor a kiss.

She lacks experience and the thought of it does not even worry her but it’s the fact that she is casually willing to give her v****a to a man who will pay her.

Money.

Money is indeed the root of all evil

She reminds herself that this would be the only time that she will do it because selling her body for a price was not something that she had thought of even before.

She sits on the couch and stares at the TV, but she doesn't even want to move because she is too frightened of what she has gotten herself into. She can’t even explain what she really feels because of how frightened and nervous she is.

Mahalia’s stomach growls but she ignores her hunger until she has eventually fallen asleep on the couch.

By the time she woke up from her nap, she realized that she was already on top of the bed. The second she is reminded that she came here to be f****d, she jolted from the mattress and pulled herself up to a sitting position, grabbing the comforter to check herself, she panicked but it all washed away as soon as she noticed that her clothes were still on her. She looked around and realized that she was already on top of the bed but as soon as she looked over the clock, she saw that it had been an hour or so since she had fallen asleep on the couch.

Confused, she steps out of her bed, walks towards the door and finds herself still inside the suite but she was alone. “Mickey?” She called out but no one was there.

Her eyes darted on a paper and a red envelope which was left on the center table of the living room. The large cursive handwriting caught her attention the most as soon as it read as “Ali”. She walks to it and sits on the couch while opening it.

Ali,

I have left by the time you’ve read this because I have a flight to catch. I transferred you to the bed and ordered food service for you, all you need to do is call the front desk so they will send it to your room. I apologize I was not able to offer you food in the restaurant, I was in a rush because I had to see my impatient cousin. Life must have been pretty hard for you and I want to help you ease your burden even just a little bit. Take the red envelope, that’s for you. I pray for your mother’s health.

Your friend,

Mickey +27213014717

P.S Wear something nice tomorrow and go to this address.

Mahalia’s hand is shaking as she nervously opens the red envelope and by the time she did, she sees a huge sum of money inside.