Novels by Jeffpants7

Even though it was a bit awkward, I finally complied with Dion's offer. Try it first. Whether or not he planned to take me as a contract wife, Dion had already paid me tonight. So I must give them their rights."You are beautiful, Maria." His hand on my chin forced me to raise my face. He gazes like a hungry.

"I've been waiting for more than half an hour, but the guest hasn't arrived yet. Should I go back?" My loud voice exudes annoyance at Diana, the manager — my pimp to be precise."I'm trying to contact him. You still wait a minute Ri. He is a premium client. He already paid dearly." On the other side of the phone, Diana tries to keep my anger down.Okay, because this guest is special. I decided to wait for him and laying down on the king-size bed. A luxurious five-star hotel suite room and accompanied by cold air conditioning did not make my body relax. I always get nervous when I meet premium guests, the masher who is willing to pay millions for one order.Let me guess, this guest is an outrageous man, whether from among his businessmen or officials. There is no problem with age, which is what I hate, the way they play. Always ask for the weird. I am also often used as a gift among them. Not infrequently, my body changes its functio

"Wait a long time for me?""It's been fifteen minutes, Dad." I prefer to call him Dad rather than Uncle.I don't know how many guests. I'm lazy to count. After all, too many guys paid for my body during the two years of being a call girl.The guest at this time is Anton. He's a regular. Have a posture is not too tall and fat. His skin is white. I think he's Chinese. And quite old. I'm not picky anyone can fuck me, as long as they can afford. Why not?Without saying much. I immediately greeted him with a hug. My hands can barely wrap around his body because of belly fat."What would you drink, Maria?""Anything that doesn't contain alcohol. I can't drink alcohol, Dady.""Even though I want to order wine. Do you want juice or something?""I want this," I sighed, kissing his lips. There is the smell of cigarettes. It feels warm and a little sour. We kissed for a while, and then he immediately lay down on the bed."You