Daddy's Naughty Girl

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Estella.

My phone rings, and I see it’s the agency. "This is Estella," I answer, trying to sound like I’m in a good mood.

"I heard you caused quite a scene last night," Vivian says.

"It wasn’t my fault." I rush to explain that I can’t control other people’s actions.

"I never said it was." I can hear her clicking on her computer. "You passed your first day. The client was so satisfied he didn’t want to let you go." She chuckles at her own joke.

"Did he book another night?" I really shouldn’t have that kind of hope. Mufasa went nuts, but he’s getting married.

Vivian laughs again. "No, he’s in a jail cell, I would imagine."

A knot forms in my stomach, and I feel guilty. I led him on at least a little, and I would have kept going without the money. Then he pulled the cash out, and it sparked some dark fantasy I didn’t know I had.

"I’ve got you lined up for another dance. You think you can handle that?"

"How much? I’m really looking to make four thousand tonight," I admit. Maybe she can book me a few dances? If they’re only an hour, I could do a handful and be done with all this.

"Greedy, I like it. I’ll see what I can do, but Robert will be there at six to pick you up."

"Thanks," I say before she ends the call. I flop back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It’s peeling and stained with dark splotches. I close my eyes and focus on getting this done. "Tonight. I can do this and then it will be over."

Until Jero gets in trouble again, my brain reminds me, and I know it’s only a matter of time. I’m already wondering if he lied to me about the whole interest thing. It sounds crazy high, but what do I know about loan sharks?

I make myself get up and shower so I can start getting ready. I decide on the same kind of outfit as last night, but this time it’s a sheer pink. The only thing I have that matches it are white panties and a bra. They seemed to work last time, and when I stare at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder what Mufasa would think.

When I left the room, Robert laughed at my dancing. He said I looked untrained and told me if I gave him a dance, he could point things out and show me how to do it right. I passed on his offer. If he wants a dance, he needs to talk to Vivian and pay for it. I pray he doesn’t because I don’t think I could follow through. He gave me the creeps.

I put on just a little makeup as Vivian suggested before slipping on my shoes and finding my coat. I head into the kitchen to get a snack before it’s time to go. I run my finger along the cracked vinyl on the counter, and my mind drifts to Mufasa.

My body starts to heat as a slow throb builds between my legs. I look down at myself and see that my nipples are poking through my thin bra. I wonder if I should go back into my bedroom and touch myself before I leave? Before I can make up my mind, there’s a knock on my door. I glance at the clock on the microwave—Robert shouldn’t be here for another thirty minutes.

When I look through the peephole, I see it’s him and open the door.

"You’re early. I need to grab my stuff." He steps inside and closes the door behind him. Yesterday he waited in the car, so I’m not sure why he’s coming inside now. "Can I get you a water or something?"

His eyes scan down my body, making me remember I don’t have my coat on yet. "I’m your first client." He smirks at me.

"That can’t be right. You have to book an appointment and pay." He pulls out his wallet and tosses some money onto the counter. When I see the bills lying there, I don’t get that same excitement as I did when Mufasa did it last night.

"Vivian didn’t say it was you." I wring my fingers together, trying to buy time.

"Vivian doesn’t give a shit who it is as long as they pay." He licks his lips. "Besides, I’m the hero that saved you from the fucker last night." He rubs his knuckles, still red from where he punched Mufasa. My stomach turns with the urge to throw up. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"I really don’t think this is a good idea. We have to work together." I take a step back.

"You really do play up the innocent act, don’t you?" He reaches down and adjusts himself. "It fucking works. Makes me think you got a tight cunt."

I gasp and take another step back. Did he really say that to me? "I don’t want to do this." I put my hands up to try and keep space between us.

"You don’t want your money? All of a sudden you’re a fucking prude? I watched you on that fucker last night. You gave him way more than he paid for." Robert clenches his fist at his side.

"I’m going to call Vivian." I turn to walk into my bedroom to grab my phone. Robert’s hand wraps around my wrist, and he yanks me back. I fall against his chest, and it knocks the air out of me for a second.

"I paid for the whole package. You’ll get your four grand." The smell of musty cologne fills my nose. I try to push away from him, but his hold on me tightens. "We can play rough."

He grabs me around the waist and lifts me off my feet. I try and knee him, but he’s quicker and tosses me onto the sofa. Before I can try and run, he’s on me again. I scream as his hands wrap around my neck to make me stop. I scratch at his hands, trying to get them off, but it’s no use.

"Stop fighting me," he seethes, but I don’t stop.

I try harder until black spots dance in my eyes and there’s no air left in my lungs.