Chloe (+18)

"Y-you can't be serious," Dave said, eyes wide.

"I am. Pack your stuff and leave my shop. You're fired."

"Yohan, wa—" Mia tried to calm him down, but Yohan didn't even spare her a glance. His focus remained locked on Dave.

Dave scoffed. "Your uncle hired me, so you can't fire me."

"But I am. Get your stuff and get out of here. Or do you want me to call the cops?"

After a moment of hesitation, Dave gritted his teeth. "Fine. Who even wants to work in this stupid place, anyway?"

He shot Yohan one last threatening look. "But you better watch your back." Then he left.

Yohan walked into the room and set the things he'd just bought on the floor. He gently massaged his sore shoulders—hauling stuff around all day had taken its toll.

There was a knock on the door, and Mia peeked inside.

"Yohan, can I come in?"

"Sure."

She stepped in hesitantly. "I don't think it was a good idea to fire Dave," she said with concern.

"Why? If you're here to tell me you don't agree with my decision, you can leave."

"T-that's not what I'm saying. It's just… Dave's associated with a gang. A pretty well-known one around here. I know because my boyfriend's in that same gang, that's how Dave and I became friends. I'm worried he might actually do something,"

"Okay. Thanks for the warning. But I can handle myself."

"O-okay..." She lingered for a second before turning to leave.

"Wait, Mia. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because... I don't want you to get into trouble." She gave him a small smile before leaving.

She really was a sweet girl. But Yohan couldn't understand why someone like her would be involved with people like that.

As for Dave, there was no way he'd be rehired. Whatever was coming, Yohan would face it head-on.

There was another knock on the door, this time it was Chloe.

"Are you also here to tell me I was wrong?"

"Of course not. That hotheaded bastard had it coming."

"Then what do you want?"

She cleared her throat, trying to steady her voice. "A woman came by earlier looking for you. She asked if she could move her appointment to tomorrow."

'Ah, it must be Anna. We were supposed to meet next week, but I guess she wants to come sooner.'

He smiled. 'Finally, some good news.'

"Is that all?" he asked.

She hesitated. "Y-yes… actually, no."

"What is it?"

"A-are you going to fire me too?" The words slipped out more timidly than she expected.

It was understandable. Chloe was always hardheaded, but she wasn't like Dave. Still, fear of losing her job made sense. Most massage palours had gone under, and good jobs were hard to come by, especially ones where you didn't have to work too hard but still got paid well.

Yohan glanced at her, scanning her figure. The uniform skirt clung tightly to her body, and because of its short length, most of her thighs were exposed. Her fair skin glowed in the ambient light, and her full curly auburn hair gave her an almost goddess-like allure.

Yohan would love nothing more than to have a taste of that goddess.

"If you don't cause me any problems, then we'll be fine."

"Okay."

Chloe was at Yohan's mercy, and she knew it. She couldn't afford to lose this job.

'If I want to secure my position, this is my chance,' she thought.

Without warning, she sat beside him and began rubbing his cock through his pants.

"I don't think you understand me," she said, voice sultry. "I'm ready to do anything to keep my job."

Yohan's eyes widened. Was she seriously soliciting herself for the job? He hadn't even threatened her position yet.

"C-Chloe…"

She knew Yohan was a virgin. No woman had ever touched him before, and she figured if she used sex, she could control him. Make life easier for herself.

Leaning close, she whispered in his ear, "Yohan, I'll let you fuck me... if you do whatever I say."

The chance to sleep with Chloe—this was once in a lifetime.

"I have a counteroffer," he said.

He grabbed her hand and pinned her to the bed.

"I'll treat you real special… if you do whatever I say."

He grinned and grabbed her breasts.

Chloe gasped. She hadn't expected this reaction from him.

"You came on to me, so anything I do is fine, right?"

He didn't wait for a response. He unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black bra cupping two full breasts.

"W-wait, this isn't—"

But Yohan wasn't listening. He pulled the bra down, exposing her nipples to the air.

"Yohan, wai—"

He kissed her.

Her eyes widened as their lips met. His tongue pushed into her mouth, wriggling around and reaching the back of her throat. The kiss was wet, messy, and overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her. A trickle of saliva slid down her chin.

At the same time, Yohan squeezed her breast hard, then pinched her nipples.

Her body twitched from the stimulation.

"Mm~" A muffled moan escaped her lips.

"You like that?"

By now, his lap was between her legs, rubbing against her dampening pussy.

"So what do you say, Chloe? Do you want to be mine?" he asked, his chest brushing against her hardened nipples.

She was already aroused, her body betraying her thoughts. She didn't expect things to go like this, but looking up at Yohan's handsome face… she wanted him too.

"Fine… do what you want." She turned her face away shyly.

This wasn't the way she planned it, but it was too late to stop.

Yohan smirked. "Good girl."