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909 Words
JACKSON
There were so many women around me. I had entered the red light area. All the women were waving their hands at me. Then my eyes landed on a girl who stood there wearing a bikini and with her face caked with tones of makeup. She did not wave her hand in my direction, instead, she looked at me hopefully.
I looked at her, and with a smirk, said, "Get in!" As the opened the door of my car for her.
She readily climbed into my car. She was dressed such that anyone could tell that she was a p********e. So I needed to get her some clothes first.
It only took one second to think and decide what I needed to do now. I grabbed my blazer from the backseat of the car and asked her to wear it so that she could cover herself.
"Wear it and wipe all that makeup from your face," I told her without looking at her. My gaze was fixed on the road.
"What do you want?" She asked as she looked at me strangely. Obviously, no man would have asked her to wear something. It must be strange for her.
"You want, money...right?" I asked and then without waiting for her answer, gave her one thousand dollars, which were already present in my car.
"I guess that would be enough?" I asked.
"For how long?" She asked as she quickly grabbed all the current notes and got busy counting them.
"Just for tonight. But I will click our pictures while we will be getting intimate." I told her as a matter of fact.
She stopped in between her counting and looked at me, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Jackson Morgan!" I told her almost immediately.
"You mean, the Jackson Morgan, who is a gay?" She asked and then bit her lip as if she spoke some wrong thing. Well, yes, she absolutely spoke the wrong thing.
"I am not a f*****g Gay! That's why I want our pictures to be revolved in the media...if you have any issues with that, then please tell." I demanded.
She thought for a while and then said, "I want two thousand dollars for that."
"Indeed a p********e!" I muttered under my breath.
"I heard that." She said and by looking at her face, I could tell that she did not mind at all.
"Rest of your money will be given to you shortly," I told her and dialed Stella's number. She answered almost immediately in her seducing stupid voice, "Hello, sir!"
"Miss Stella, I want you to bring a pair of sophisticated female dresses to the address that I am forwarding you now," I said.
She paused for a moment and then said, "Sure sir, and, what would be the size?"
I looked at the girl who sat beside me and said, "What's your size?" She hesitated to answer, so I added, "Alright, whatever! Two inches more than that of yours." I said and ended the call, without waiting for her answer. At least she would stop w*****g herself and showcasing her body in the body.
After around half an hour, Stella reached the location that I had provided her, with a nice pair of clothes with her.
"I hope these are not like the ones that you wear...exposing?" I said as I took the bag of clothes from her, as well as the cash that I had asked her to take along with her.
She looked offended but decided not to speak anything against me, so she nodded her head.
"Words, Miss Stella?" I growled. I was done being nice to her and everyone who thought that they can do anything when around me.
"No Sir! These are exactly like what you had asked...sophisticated and least revealing." She said in a hoarse voice,
"Alright, thanks...you may leave now," I told her. She tried to look inside the car, where the girl had been sitting, but I dismissed her. I had parked my car at a place that was full of solitude. Immediately after Stella left, I shoved the bag of clothes inside the car and told the girl to wear them, while I waited for her outside the car. I could not take her in those clothes, or I should rather say, in that bikini which she was wearing, to the hotel.
I don't even know the name of the girl with whom I was about to have my very first s*x. Like I care. The only thing I wanted was to show her off to all the paparazzi who are behind me to find out if I am gay or not. As well as mom will get relieved after hearing the news that her son's personal pictures were revolved around the news channels. At least she will be relieved that her son is not interested in boys.
"Hey there, rich boy!" The girl called from inside the car.
"Are you done?" I asked.
"Yes, honey!" She said in a flirty voice.
"Make sure about one thing, don't ever dare to call me names, got that?" I asked as I seethed in anger. She was mere a p********e, not my woman that she would call me names.
"Alright, I got that." She said.
I went inside the car and drove to the nearest seven-star hotel where we would be spending the night.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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