The Price of Desires.

 Isabella Rose entered confidently into the grand lobby of one of the city's expensive hotel. Her high heels clicking against the polished tiles floor. She was no stranger to luxurious things, but tonight, she came here for one thing *money*.

 Her phone vibrates and she looked down at the message.

 "Room 504".

 She smirked, putting her phone into her designer handbag. The old man she was going to meet was her regular client for over a month now. He is wealthy, powerful and is willing to pay any price to have a night of pleasure. Isabella didn't care about his age or status, she knew in her world that everything came with price, and she is more than willing to pay it with her body.

 She made her way to the elevator, het mind went back to Annabella, her twin sister. Anna was so different from her, she has moral, responsible, boundaries and so on but isabella didn't care.

 The elevator door opened and isabella stepped out onto the fifth floor. She found the door to room 504 and knocked softly. It opened immediately ,revealing the old man standing there.

 "Isabella", he welcomed her, his voice filled with desire. "You look stunning as always" he complimented her.

 She smiled, "You know i always deliver " she said, stepping inside.

 The door close shut behind her, and the old man wasted no time. He pulled her into his arm, caressing her body, but isabella knew it was jùst one of her transaction. 

 He pushed her onto the bed, his hands unbuttoned her clothes. Within a minute, they were both naked, the old man kissed her neck. Isabella moaned softly, knowing it was what he wanted to hear, but there was no passion in it.

 His hands moved down her body, and soon he was inside her, thrusting with ease and desperation made her moan harder. She closed her eyes, biting her lips as he grunted, pushing harder, faster. She moaned louder, calling out his name, her voice filling the room with the illusions of pleasure. 

 The old man groaned as his body reached the climax, before he collapsed beside her.

 Isabella lay there,staring at the ceiling . "This was her life now, a life of selling herself to men like him. But she didn't care. As long as the money came, she didn't bother.

 "That was amazing ", the old man said, his voice filled with satisfaction. 

 Isabella forced a smile on her face, turning to face him. "Glad you enjoyed it" she replied smoothly. 

 He reached for his wallet on the bedside table, pulling out a bundle of cash. "Here he said, handing it over to her. "You earned it".

 She took the money, counting it before putting it into her handbag . "Pleasure doing business with you", she said, standing up and getting dressed.

 As she left the hotel room, Isabella felt no atom of guilt, shame , just the cold satisfaction of controlling her own destiny herself.