Secret Out: The Lustful Whisper

"Keila, someone's requesting you at table ten. He wants to give you a tip."  Keila halted from putting the used glass on the tray and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes scanned the area and stopped at the said table. She came eye to eye with multiple men staring specifically at her.  "So that's where the burning sensation came from," she whispered, sighing. "Take this. I'll get it." "Kei, are you sure? You know you can refuse."  "I can handle it," she simply said. "What will happen if the man is one of your students' fathers?" Keila smiled. "That will be their problem and not mine. I'm just doing my job, they asked for my services. No one will be harmed, don't worry." "Your reputation will--" The words were drowned by the loud music as Keila turned her back and walked to where the men at table 10 had since started to cheer and nudge one man. He seemed to be the one to ask for her. In all fairness, judging by his clean appearance, he looked decent and reputable. Someone must be living a double life. Just like her. "Good evening, gentlemen," she greeted them with a seductive smirk. "I heard someone's ready to give me a tip. Who among you, handsome men, is it? I swear, I don't mind any." Keila, a twenty-two-year-old graduating student, has been working for the bar for two years already. This job and the small salary she got from it weren't enough for her to sustain herself in college, hence the idea of additional income through make-out sessions. A little dirty, yes. But what was a small sacrifice of her lips to having a bright future later on, right?  "This friend of mine would like to have a taste of another woman and he thinks you're the perfect girl," one man said, pointing to the man they were pushing and getting excited about. "There's no problem with that, but I would like to make it clear that I only offer a make-out session, nothing more, nothing less." A hot make-out session. That was what kept her alive and kicking. She paid her own tuition fee and allotted more for her allowance and food in the stomach three times a day.  She became an orphan when she was eighteen years old. Both her parents died in a tragic car collision on the way home from picking up her mother from school. Since then, her grandparents have taken over taking care of her. But they were old and retired, so they couldn't support her financially. And since she couldn't expect anyone else to support her, she took the job her friend had recommended her—a bar waitress, no matter how unsuitable it was for the degree she was pursuing.  Keila was a fourth-year education student majoring in English. This had been her dream since she was a child—to be like her mother. She was inspired by how passionate her mother was about teaching students, and now that her mother was gone, her drive to continue her legacy was put into priority.  She was desperate, and she would achieve her goals by any means. After she graduated, she would quit this job and bury it deep in her mind. If only her parents were still with her, then she wouldn't need to do all of these dirty services. Keila was orphaned when she was in her first year of college. Her parents died in a car accident on the way home from work. Her mother was a teacher while her father was a taxi driver. Her life would be so different than now if they were still with her.  She pursued education for her mother. She wanted to live her mother's legacy. She didn't care about doing all of this to earn money to support her studies. Her grandmother took care of her, but her money was not enough to support her education. "Don't worry, miss! Just slap him if he can't control himself," they joked.  She smiled and made eye contact with the handsome man. He was just looking at him like a baby boy in awe of his mother. Keila was so used to those looks, sometimes there were looks even dirtier than that, but she could handle them well.  "Come follow me, Mister...?"  "Daevid," he replied as he stood but almost fell back. He was tipsy now. His friends once again cheered for him. They seemed to be the kind of friends who would cover him up when he committed a crime. "Follow me, Mr. Daevid." They went through the kitchen door and another door on the left. She could feel more eyes on her as they walked, not from any customers wanting to give her huge tips, but from the other employees who found her way of living dirty.  The special room for this kind of work was nothing but a simple white empty room with a single chair in the middle. No bed. No other things. Nothing. It was dull, and it made her want to finish her business quickly.  "Let me explain, sir. Even though I'm not sure if you'll understand. You only have five minutes for make-out, and five minutes is equivalent to a hundred bucks. If you wish to extend it, turn the alarm off. Do you understand?" "Yes." Daevid was just staring at her with those dreamy eyes. He was drunk, so Keila just wished he would not throw up at her.  "Alright, sir. Sit on the chair," she instructed, pushing Daevid to the lone chair in the middle. When he was seated, she straddled his lap as if she had been sitting in that kind of chair all her life.  Without saying anything anymore and keeping everything professional, she started kissing him. Kissing was her forte, a lot of men praised her after the make-out and even went further, saying that it woke up something in them. But she knew how to refuse. So, she was still a virgin. Daevid, however, reacted differently. He was surprised at first, not even responding to her kisses. But when she bit his lower lip, like a switch, he immediately responded with vigor, just like how Keila liked it.  "Mmmh..." she moaned as Daevid deepened the kiss more and entered his tongue.  Keila had never felt anything with the make-out sessions she did before, not even the tingles that her workmates frequently asked about. She felt nothing at all, just professional in that matter and only her lips worked. Some said to those who were expecting more, that she was boring. But right now, she felt the tingles they were talking about, the feeling of wanting more, the heightened sensation of feeling hot.  Heck, this was even the first time she moaned about someone's kiss.  Keila was also enjoying the make-out session. Daevid's hands were pressed on her back and he pulled her closer to his body. He was sucking and exploring her lips and mouth. It was messy, but they both didn't mind it at all.  His kisses went down to her neck, and it turned her on completely. She felt sorry for his shoulders that she was holding tightly. Usually, she wouldn't let them go past her lips and tongue, but the way he kissed was addicting, it was carrying her away to pleasure.  She could feel his firm hands going inside her shirt. Gasps and sighs were the only things she could hear as pleasure took over her system and made her want more.  Keila was aware that she should stop. But she couldn't. She wanted more, and the man under her felt the same. But then the alarm rang. Or it had been ringing for a whole minute now but they were both deaf and moans and breaths filled the room. It was not like her to act that way. She immediately pushed Daevid and stood away from sitting on his lap. She even almost fell because of the weakness of her knees. She didn't even realize that she was already grinding herself into his lap and she was embarrassingly wet now. She breathed in deeply and tried catching her breath. This was her first time experiencing this mind-blowing make-out session, among many others. She had never lost her composure like this before.  "U-uhm, your time is up. Your friends must be waiting for you," she told him. She knew she was red in both embarrassment and hotness, but looking at Daevid, he also looked bummed out with their unexpectedly hot make-out session.  Daevid didn't answer, probably still getting over it. So Keila spoke again, "That would be a hundred bucks, sir." "Ah, r-right." He took his wallet from his pocket and took two hundred bucks. "Take this. I enjoyed it." Keila's eyes sparkled as she took it. There were a lot of fees to be paid in the fourth year, a larger tip would be a blessing to her. "Thank you so much, sir. I hope you come back." Daevid stood and smiled at her. "Of course, I will." Keila watched as the man tottered to the door. He was still drunk, and no matter how much she wanted to help him, their interaction stopped there. Her line of 'I hope you come back' was only to attract more customers but... she doesn't offer make-out sessions twice to the same person. --- "Hey, Keila."  Ariane, her friend who recommended the job to her, went into the locker room and already changed into casual clothes. Their shift was done, and it was time to rest now. "Hey." Keila smiled, putting her uniform back in the locker. She also had already changed and she was just waiting for the time before she went home. "Do you need anything?" "Nothing. I just want to check up on you." Ariane was older than her by three years, and she had been working in this job for five years. She has stood as her sister and guide ever since she started working there for two years. "I'm doing good. I earned more than I usually get daily," she replied. "Nothing happened much that you need to check up on me. What urged you?" "I hope you're not forced to do that make-out session for additional earnings. You can always refuse, you know, you'll be a teacher soon, so it's not really a good idea if they tracked what kind of work you did before becoming professional." Keila had thought of that before, all the risks of this kind of work and its impact on her reputation, but what could she do? This was the only way she could think of to achieve her dreams.  She didn't really care much about what people would say before, but now that she was getting near to reality.  "Don't worry, Ariane, I will quit as soon as I graduate." That was her promise to herself. She smiled at her. "If you're really that concerned, then I will not entertain make-out sessions with more than three people in a week." "That's better." Ariane smiled at her. She was pretty and popular at the bar. She was also friendly and jolly. "Your off-campus internship will start next week, right? Do you have all you need already?" "Yes. I don't really have anything to prepare except for money. I heard an off-campus internship is costly from instructional materials to transport fares. I still need to work here even after class." Keila couldn't abandon this job. This was her only source of money. Aside from the internship, she was also preparing for her graduation fee, which would certainly prompt her to earn more even in between her class schedule. Thankfully, her schedule at work was on the night shift. "Alright. Anyway, the man that you just had a make-out session with earlier, gave me this and asked me to give it to you." Keila took the small piece of paper and opened it. She let out a silent snort upon seeing his number written on it and a short note that said, "I didn't get your name, you can message it to me." Without any thought in mind, she took her phone and took a picture of it before she crumpled and threw it in the garbage bin.