The first client

She's nervous; her hands are too cold, and her heart keeps beating faster.

The man stared at her. He was standing in front of her and she didn’t know what to do. For several days, Gwen taught her what she should do when her client entered her room. Mr. Aragon assigns Gwen to train newcomers like her. She had memorized all that, but now she looked like a statue and could not move any part of her body. Even though the voice in her throat did not want to come out, fear prevailed throughout her human being.

"Stop biting your lips; it turns me on," Harry said.

Her mouth fell open at what he said. The man was slowly walking towards her and sat down next to her without flickering. His eyes were still staring at her up to her bones. His hand parted her long hair that partially covered her face.

"You're so beautiful. Did you realize that?" He praised.

"Tell me I'm the luckiest man tonight, Amanda." He says it again as his face approaches Amanda's left ear.

She suddenly pushed him with her core force, causing him to fall from sitting. She heard him groan. Maybe it hurt him, but she didn't care. She wanted to tell him not to hurt her because she had already suffered so much. She was just protecting herself, even though she knew that couldn't happen. She wanted to cry, but her tears seemed to be gone. She was still standing, and her palms were clenched as she watched the man. She quickly laid down on the bed and covered herself with a blanket. She can't let him do what he wants to happen. She won't allow that, even if it's against Mr. Aragon's rules. She never dreamed of being a slave to anyone.

"I'm sorry, Amanda. I don't want to force you to do everything to please me. And I'm not like the rest of them. You can trust me," he spoke calmly.

"Don't you ever touch me or else I will kill you! I swear!" She boldly let go of those words.

She would have no ally at this time but herself. She can’t kill people, but in these moments she seems to be able to do that, to protect herself. A moment of silence between the two of them. The man left the bed and sat on the floor near the table. She slowly peered at him from the cover of the white blanket. He's wearing a v-neck black shirt and black skinny jeans. He's tall. Maybe she was up to his chest only. She saw that he had white skin. She noticed everything because the whole room was bright. His eyes are slightly brown, and his lips are heart-shaped.

"Now get out with that blanket; I want to have some time talking to you." In a low tone of voice, he said.

She was surprised by what she heard. She was nervous about thinking that he had caught her staring at him earlier and studying his entirety. She slowly got up from lying and sat on the edge of the bed, away from the man.

He began to introduce himself. Harry is his name, Harry Anderson. He told her many stories while they were drinking wine. Amanda finds out that Harry is one of the richest people in the Philippines. He also has various businesses in other countries, such as Japan, Korea, and Thailand. She was an only child like her, so she could feel how it felt when their conversation about their family turned. She was drunk. She meant she was drunk. They had already finished a bottle of wine, but Amanda still wanted to order, so they continued their conversation. She wanted to tell him that she was a victim of the syndicate but had been warned by Mr. Aragon not to tell anyone anything about their business. That's the most forbidden thing to do.

When Harry asked her why she went to such a job, she was forced to lie. She said she needed a lot of money for her family. It doesn't matter to Amanda what else Harry says. What matters to her now is that she found her way out of the syndicate's grudges. Harry is a wealthy man. He can help her escape from the syndicate if he wants to. She has to take the opportunity to be free from the shackles. She needs Harry to save herself.

She would never miss this opportunity, she promised.

"Are you going to stare at me until dawn, Harry Anderson?" She said seductively.

Her eyes were bulging because of the alcohol in her system. She slowly gets up close to him.

"If you let me do it, then it's my pleasure," he replies with a mischievous smile.

Harry was confused by the sudden change in Amanda's behavior. Recently, he could tell that it's been hard to handle her with her extreme awkwardness. He knew she was lying to him when she asked her how she got into this kind of job. He saw some bruises on her elbow that were traces of cruelty. Amanda is really beautiful and, based on her body, she is still a teen. She is just a bit taller than most, so she can't be mistaken for a teenager. He met a lot of women, and he knew their differences. He already knew this by just looking at their eyes. Her lips are enticing, her skin is smooth and fair, her nose is pierced, and her long, even brown hair reaches to her waist. She's hypnotizing. With the number of women he had sex with, he didn't have a weird feeling like this. It was just a casual feeling after having sex as if nothing had happened.

She smiled at him and held his hand. His whole body trembled. He seemed nervous. He couldn't explain why, but his heartbeat was speeding up. He simply reasoned that maybe it was because he was carrying the alcohol in his body, and it would vanish when he came to his senses.

"Aren't I attractive?" She asked a second time.

"You are. Why do you think I'm here in your room right now? " He asked her back.

She laughed.

Harry was so damn nervous like it was his first time being touched by a woman in his hands. He is slightly disgusted with himself because he is known as a great businessman in the country, but here he is now trembling just because he is holding a woman in his hand.

"Aren't I sexy?" She says this while biting her lower lip.

This woman is alluring; Harry can't deny it. She's tempting.

"You're perfect from head to toe, Amanda. I want to worship you and I am willing to be your slave." He replied.

From his hands, her beautiful fingers travel down to his chin. He is trying to focus his gaze on her face. Until it gradually brought his face closer to hers, all he could do was swallow the saliva. It's a bit exciting and torturous. He never wanted to stop kissing her and never wanted to stop what they were doing. He kissed her lips and down to her neck, until at her navel, then he stopped. Leave her hanging and begging. He knows how to give her pleasure, but he wants her to beg for it.

"Just keep going, Harry; please don't stop there." Amanda is begging.

He smiled secretly and did the rest of the things that he planned to do with her. He will make sure Amanda will never forget him.

"I'm willing to do everything to please you as you promised to set me free from this cage. I lied to you, Harry. The truth is that I'm in the possession of a big syndicate. Can you help me to get out of here?" She says this while kneeling on her knees in front of Harry's naked body. He caressed her hair and then helped her get up.

"I know you lied. I knew it when I saw you dancing on the stage," he whispered.

He carried her back to bed and laid her down gently. He kissed her passionately and tenderly.

"Tell me that you're all mine, Amanda. I want to hear it from you," he said, while not removing the stare from her beautiful face. He was stingy when it came to the things he owned. He wanted Amanda to be his, only for him, and no one would try to take her away from him.

"I'm all yours, Harry. I'm willing to submit everything to you."

After he heard it, he kissed her again. He showered her with his kisses. He knew Amanda loved what he was doing to her. Her sexy moans are a sign that she wants more from him. He didn't expect that she was still a virgin; he saw blood stains on the mattress after they made love. He can tell that it's incredible.

"I'm sorry, I think I shouldn't have done this. You didn't tell me that you're still a virgin, Amanda!" He felt he was a big fool at those moments. He is not an exploitative person, so he is guilty of what he did.

"Sssshhhh... it's okay. I let you do everything to me, so there's no point in blaming yourself." Amanda said.

He kissed her sweetly on the lips again and repeated what they had shared a while ago. He can admit that he can't get enough of her even if he has sex with Amanda every night. She drives him crazy. She's tempting.

It was morning when Amanda woke up. Her whole body ached and her eyes widened as she remembered what happened last night.

"Have a wonderful morning, Amanda. I have to tell you something," and he brought his mouth close to her ear."

"I want you to remember one important thing." He spoke again.

"And what is it?" She replies.

"From now on, you're all mine: today, tomorrow, and forever. No one will hurt you as long as I'm alive and I'm don't like to share you to anyone."

He sighed. "I want you to be patient. I promise I will save you, my princess. "

Amanda felt that he was sincere in what he said. She believes in him.

She had some hope of escaping the cruel hands of the syndicate, who was forcing her to bury her in the mud.