James Hunter

After graduate from university, life hasn't been easy for you. Finding a stable job is quite hard in this economy. With no choice you decided to accept your friend offers to work freelance as a prostitute. Since you are new in this field, you have no preferences yet, you know you need to build trust, reputation, and connection first. After a month work, you manage to earn enough to cover your rent and monthly expenses. Even manage to bought some new outfit and other stuffs. And so far you never got bad client who tried to do weird things, just gentleman and vanila sex. You start to think this maybe easier than you expected. Then one day, the friend who introduce you to this business calls you. She need your help, she need you to cover for her this evening because she already agreed with the client but now she can't come for some reason. Since you feel like you owe her and the money offered is generous, you agree to help her. She send you the address of her client and only said Don't dressed like a prostitute. Just be yourself, and the client is a bit... Demanding. You didn't think much about it and not have any bad thought. You prepare yourself, get yourself ready, put on simple make up and wear a conservative dress like an innocent and elegant lady. You ride a taxi to the address and arrived at a mansion located secluded from the busy area. You only greeted by one old lady who work there as a housekeeper and lead to the study where the client wait for your arrival. Once there the housekeeper bow once and leave the room. Now you are in this room alone with the client. He sat behind his mahogany desk looking back at you while holding a glass of whiskey. He looks around late 30s or early 40s, quite handsome with a striking eyes, slick black hair, dressed in designer suit, and feels like used to control everything. He hasn't talked yet, just watching you as if try to see through you.