Prologue
ETTA’S POV
It was a new day with a chill morning breeze, the morning sunrise radiated through my white curtains and glinted on my eyes. I love summer times, it is my best season; there is this kind of peace I feel during this time, and I love that feeling because it is a limited time offer given to me by the universe.
I sat up on my bed as I stretched my muscles and yawned aloud, I rubbed my fingers on my eyes to clear the blur and then looked out my glass partition.
I slid off my bed, and shoved my feet into my pink fur slippers as I ran to my balcony. I placed my hands on the wood rail protector and I looked out into nature and the fancy houses in my neighbourhood, I could even sort of see the main road. This is my favourite thing to do every morning, during the summer times.
I smiled widely and took a deep whiff. “Goodness! I feel refreshed!” I exclaimed and squealed with my eyes shut.
“Etta, Come out for breakfast! Stop being lazy.” My mom browbeat as I sighed and walked back Into my room.
I am grateful for my parents but… I feel, or maybe I know that the best relationship we could have is a long distant relationship. My parents and I don't get along at all, my Dad and Mom seem disconnected to me, and I wonder why they are both still together.
I have an equitable life, I mean. They let me do whatever I wanted, I didn't have curfew like other teenagers my age. I was privileged and went to one of the best schools in San Francisco, California, but… I knew that the best thing for me was to move out and stay on my own which is why I have been working, and saving up.
I have been a stripper for over a year now, since I turned eighteen. I am nineteen years old now and my dirty profession has stayed hidden from my parents; obviously, they don't care to know the reason why I leave the house at night and come back by 3am with glitters all over my body and hair. They never asked.
I won't say I hate my job as a pole dancer neither would I say that I enjoy doing it, I am paid very well so that's all I care about. I don't let the thought of what men think bother me.
I entered the bathroom and went over to the sink to brush my teeth and wash my face before I headed to the dining room.
Walking down the stairs, I sighted Dad speaking to his chief security guard. “Good morning, Dad” I greeted as he turned back to me, and Nodded.
“How was your Night?” Dad inquired as I smiled lightly.
“Very well, I will go have my breakfast.” I said and quickly exited to the dining room. I could feel my Dads eyes on me as I walked out but I was too anxious to turn.
Something didn’t feel right.
“Etta, you know it’s high time you started learning to cook, right? You’re no longer a kid.” Mom reminds as I rolled my eyes heaven ward and sighed.
“Please, let’s not do this, Mom. I just want to eat and start my Day, I would be leaving early today.” I replied as I dished out my portion of food into a ceramic plate and poured out some fresh milk into my glass cup.
Mom didn’t respond to me, we just started eating quietly until Dad came and joined us.
After having breakfast, I hurried back into my room to bathe and get ready for an appointment given to me by my boss.
“Etta, I know you have been strict about your no-sex rule, I respect that, but please do this for me… for the house, this is a first time client and he has requested you specifically, he must have seen you dance. The pay is huge, so it’s worth dropping your morals for one night.” My boss had urged, leaving me no choice but to accept, plus I wouldn’t have to tip my boss because the client already paid her for making me available.
I was nervous about having a private appointment, it was my first time and I didn’t have an idea how to handle it.
I stood in front of my closet contemplating which outfit would be best, I was stressed out.
After an hour of trying on almost all the fits in my closet, I settled for a black bra-like top and a red mesh skirt. I arranged them and put inside my hand bag.
I selected a plain pink top and a dark blue Jean trouser to wear out. Just as I was putting them on, a message vibrated my phone. It was the address to where I was to meet with the client.
“Dear Lord, I know that my Job doesn’t please you, but compel this client to like my performance.” I said my little prayer and left the house.
I walked into my white Mercedes Benz Dad got for me on my eighteenth birthday and drove off, I was anxious, and also eager to see the face of my client.
Maybe if it were a man in his fifties I would be able to easily handle him, Younger men tend to have higher sex drive and want unrealistic expectations from sex workers. Another thing that pisses me off is men assuming that strippers are also sex workers, I am a pole dancer with barely any sexual experience, I lost my virginity in the night of my 18th birthday because of fear of my hymen being broken by a pole, after that experience I remember having sex one more time and have been too focused on my exotic dancing career to indulge again.
Finally getting to the destination, I was stopped by a security guard standing in front of the really giant gate.
“What’s your name?” He asked coldly, he looked grumpy and huge.
“Etta.” I simply said as he pressed a button which slowly opened the gates, it was a really expensive looking mobile gate.
“Your destination is House 9” He informed as I nodded, and drove into the large compound.
I guess I was expected…
I was awed by the view in front of me, it was a massive serene estate… very graceful and clearly for the higher class citizens.
This client got money for sure.
I got to the house 9 as directed, and drove in, the house was nice and simple. It really didn’t have a lot going on, but it looked expensive.
I took a deep breath before coming down from my car and saw a man in black suit standing behind my car.
“Come with me.” He blankly said as I nodded and followed his lead.
Appears like the men around here have attitude issues.
We got into the large sitting room as my eyes scanned around my environment, it was a mobile home with a very elegant grand-stairs.
“Please, have a seat. My boss would come get you…”
“Oh, dear me! You look even better than I imagined.” I heard a deeper masculine voice immediately I tried to sit, and I stood upright again. I was surprised to see who my oh so client was… It was Andrea Giovanni!
How did I get a private appointment with the Almighty Andrea Giovanni? How did he even know about me to ask for my service.
I was a bit surprised and also nervous, Andrea Giovanni is a famous Businessman and a billionaire. There aren’t any much news about him on the internet but there is a buzz that he has had over 35 exes.
My eyes wandered through his body, goodness! He looked so hot and handsome, his hair was jet black and was a bit rough with droplets of water dropping off. It looked like he just finished having his bath.
He was huge and muscular, he was like 6ft2 in height.
He looked immaculate.
“Uhm… Nice to meet you.” I cleared my throat and said.
“Shall we…” he said in a tight lipped smile, giving me his hand as I nodded and took his hand, following him upstairs.
Andrea Giovanni was about to add to my body count and me to his!
