Red X Behind Bars

Miss Yabawa's body arched beneath her husband's, her moans growing louder as they reached their climax. When they finally collapsed, exhausted, her husband wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

As he drifted off to sleep, Miss Yabawa slipped out from under the blankets, her eyes locking onto her phone on the nightstand. She picked it up, her fingers flying across the screen as she checked her notifications. A message from an unknown number caught her eye - an invitation to a party in the same room where she had met many clients before.

Without hesitation, Miss Yabawa got out of bed, her movements quiet so as not to disturb her husband. She slipped into her red dress, the one that had become her trademark, and grabbed her keys.

Two hours later, she pulled up to the party house in her Lamborghini, the music and laughter spilling out into the night air. She entered the mansion, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on a figure sitting at a table for two.

The man looked up, his eyes locking onto hers. "Welcome," he said, his voice low and husky. "I thought you deserved some special treatment. I heard you're married now."

Miss Yabawa's eyes narrowed. "Yes, I am. And I promised my husband tonight that I wouldn't do this job anymore."

The man's expression turned somber. "But, umm... my doctor told me I have cancer, and I don't have much time left. It's the last time I'll enjoy everything."

He pulled out a bag from under the table, revealing a stack of cash. "See this bag? 10 million dollars. For just once..."

Miss Yabawa's eyes widened as she stared at the bag. "What?" she breathed.

The man's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. "Just once," he repeated.

Miss Yabawa's resolve crumbled, and she nodded, her body already responding to the promise of pleasure and profit.

As they began, the music and laughter around them faded into the background, and all that mattered was the moment. But just as they were about to finish, the sound of sirens pierced the air, and the lights in the room flickered.

The man's eyes snapped open, and he grabbed Miss Yabawa's hand. "Run," he whispered, but it was too late.

The police stormed in, their badges flashing as they surrounded the room. Miss Yabawa's eyes widened in panic as she tried to struggle free, but the officers were too strong.

"Let me go!" she shouted, her voice hoarse from screaming.

The officers dragged her away, her red dress torn and her dignity bruised. As she looked back, she saw the man being taken away, his eyes locked onto hers in a mixture of sadness and regret.

The world around her began to blur, and Miss Yabawa realized that her life was about to take a drastic turn.