My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (little red riding hood ebook free .TXT) 📗

Chapter 9

      I’m lying on my soft warm bed, and suddenly I feel the strong man’s hands squeezing my breast. I arched my back and started moaning in response to this heavy petting. I open my eyes, but all I see is darkness. I think I’m blindfolded because I can’t distinguish the man’s face. But for some reason, I’m sure that we have known each other for a long time and I can fully trust him. I try to touch him, but he doesn’t let me. He keeps my hands above my head.

     Then I feel his warm lips on my neck. He kisses it softly, and after, bites my skin slightly. I shiver with excitement. His lips moved lower to my breast. I think I’m already lying naked in front of him.

      The man continues the sweet torture of me. And I suddenly feel the familiar pleasant smell of expensive perfume. My hands are already free, as the man leaves one hand on my breast, and the other goes lower and does such things that I forget my name. I reach out and remove the irritating bandage. And when I do it, find myself staring at a pair of devilish black eyes that looked at me mockingly.

        I scream as a wave of pleasure shots through my whole body. I came loudly.

      I woke up breathing heavily. My lower abdomen ached sweetly. My heart is pounding so fast I think it’s going to jump out of my chest. What the hell was that?! It is the first time something like this has happened to me. And those eyes again… Yeah, Mia, there’s always physiology, and the lack of sex affects too. Hah. A couple more of such dreams, and I’ll be taken to the hospital with a heart attack because my heart can’t handle it.

     I’m twenty-one years old and still a virgin. How did this happen to me, you may ask? It’s not like I’m waiting for Prince Charming, but I won’t jump on the first guy I see, either.

       In the first year of my university, I even had a boyfriend, and everything was great. But one day his family moved to another city, and he also had to transfer to another university. We maintained a long-distance relationship for some time, and he came here to see me several times. But a month later, I learned from our mutual friend that he was already dating someone else in that city. I was hurt and depressed for a couple of weeks and then decided that it’s not the end of the world and soon I forgot about the cheater at all.

      And then the study began. Endless tests and exams. Now here’s the job. So I just don’t have time to think about my personal life, and I don’t want to either, to be honest. I’m also a little afraid to relive the drama again. So I’m quite happy to be alone now.

       But what about this dream? It’s not that I don’t like it, but... Well, if this happens again, I’ll think about how to deal with it. Maybe I really need to find a boyfriend.

      I left the house, looking around nervously. I’m still avoiding Mike. Something tells me that my meetings with him aren’t over yet. But he wasn’t outside. Phew… Maybe he has really sown his wild oats? Well, I’ll be glad if it’s true. One less problem to worry about.

      When I arrived at the club, work was already in full swing. It’s not even evening yet, and there are already a lot of people. The start of the week and they’re having a party.

      By the end of the shift, I was exhausted.

     I was on my way to the staff room to change and go home when the manager of the club, Laura, called me.

     “Mia, help us out, please! Courtney feels bad, and she still has an unserved VIP room tonight.”

      Courtney is one of our pretty popular waitresses. Yeah, I noticed that she wasn’t feeling well today.

    “You’ll just have to bring-carry away drinks and snacks. I’ll pay you extra for that time” The manager continued to persuade me.

     “Sure thing I will help, Laura.”

      I saw the woman sigh with relief.

     “The VIP room 1,” Laura broke into a broad smile.

      I picked up a tray of obviously not cheap drinks. It seems to be some kind of elite brandy and I went to the second floor, where the VIP rooms were located. During my time at the club, I have already managed to serve them several times. There, guests always leave a generous tip. So the opportunity to replace Courtney made me more happy than upset.

      After knocking and waiting a few seconds, by etiquette, I stepped into the room.

     I noticed several men in business suits. To be more precise, five, since I brought exactly this number of glasses.

      I could tell from their conversation that it was a business meeting. But strange that they chose a place like this for it. It was also interesting that the men spoke German. And I understood everything they said. At least somewhere my knowledge of a foreign language was useful.

      I chuckled to myself. I didn’t look at the men, but quickly put down the glasses and left.

      An hour later, I went back to the VIP room. And if the first time the atmosphere was businesslike, now the men allowed themselves to relax. Apparently, the deal went well. The subjects were not about the business, but about cars, vacations, girls. And quite explicit sexual details.

     “Look, this waitress is also pretty good. I would really love to show her my Frankfurt sausage. I’m sure she’ll like it.” One of the Germans made a vulgar joke at me, and his companions burst out laughing.

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