STELLA
Clasping my hands together, I let out a thick blow of air from my mouth. My CV was laying on the glass table waiting to be touched. I observed it carefully, wondering if ever I'll be able to get a job through this? This is my second interview of the day and almost sixteenth of the month. I don't have a proper qualifications. It's been four years since I graduated from college with a degree in Economics but still searching for the job. After many attempts of getting rejected by the companies, I've finally decided to give an interview for the post of personal secretary.
It's not what I want but being low on bank balance, I have no other options left.
People of my age are settling down with a decent job in their hands and here I am still struggling.
"Stella Brown." I heard my name being called for an interview.
Nervously, I took up my CV and looked around. Huge number of candidates were waiting for their names to be called. And now it was my turn after waiting for almost an hour.
I need this job! Reminding myself, I walked inside the cabin.
"Have a seat." A man in his early sixties chirped enthusiastically.
I sat across the table and passed him my CV to which he paid no attention.
"What can you do for me?" He asked, reveling his filthy smile.
"Sir, I can promise you to perform my work sincerely and-" He cut me in middle by throwing his hands up in the air.
He stood, his round tummy hanging low from his shirt. He came next to me and placed his wrinkled hand on my shoulder.
I looked at him in disbelief. Seriously? He's on the edge of his old age yet he's behaving like this?
"What else can you do for me besides your work?" He asked.
I clenched my teeth and stood up. Maintaining a healthy distance from him, I looked straight into his eyes. "Fuck you!"
He adjusted his pants over his bulge tummy and threw my CV at me. Collecting all the papers from the floor, I left his office.
Once out of his huge building, I sighed. Rich men are no less than predators waiting to exploit whoever they can. This wasn't the very first time when I experienced it. And now I am sick of tolerating every wrong thing that happens with me.
I wish I was born rich or something like that. It would have been a dream life to live in a huge mansion surrounded by people who are only hired to work for my well being. I wish I was able to enter most fancy shop and buy whatever I want without sulking over the price tag.
But it seems impossible in this life.
I don't even have enough money to survive my day to day needs.
Tired of everything, I decided to get drunk and forget this horrible day. I was on my way home when I found a club. It was already dark and people were now out on the road. Correction, rich people were out on the road to celebrate their life and mock poor like us.
Snickering at my thought, I opened the front camera of my phone and release my hair open from a tight ponytail. After applying a red lipstick, I entered inside the club.
It was already full but somehow I managed to grab a seat across the counter. Ordering my drink, I let it go inside me in a single gulp. And then I ordered the next one.
Everyone were happy around me. Some were drinking while others were flirting and dancing. Meanwhile me? Well I was here to have some drink and then left quietly without causing any scene. I have an another job interview tomorrow and trust me I don't have a single cell in my body that says to give any interview. I know I won't be able to get the job.
I have no friends, no boyfriend, no family, nothing. Just me and my pathetic life trying to survive in the scary world.
Alas! Such a pathetic life to live.
I blinked, gulping down another drink and looked around. At a distance there was a VIP section of the club, strictly for the billionaires and other rich personalities. I so want to go there and experience that how it feels to be in elite group of the society.
I rolled my eyes. Such high dreams Stella!
I was staring there for Jesus knows how long when I saw a man there who was staring back at me. I was not able to see his face clearly. He kept on looking at me and maybe I was drunk or something but I felt little awkward under his gaze.
After awhile I turned my face away from him and ordered the next drink. Ah! I am so tired.
"Mam!" A voice made me out of my daze.
"Huh?" I looked at him in confusion.
From his clothes, he seems like a manager or something. I am not sure.
"Would you like to join our VIP section?" He asked, politely.
"Eh? Me?" I pointed at myself.
Am I already drunk enough to imagine things?
"Yes, Mam."
Okay. This is some kind of joke, right? He wants to kick me out of the club, isn't he?
But from the look of his face, he seems dead serious.
"Why?" I asked.
"Mr. Hiddleston wanted to ask if you would like to join him?"
Now who the hell is he?
I scurried my eyebrows and stood up. I should go there, right? I mean this is an once in a lifetime opportunity.
Let's see that how it feels to be in a VIP section.
Smiling internally, I followed him. He removed the barrier for me and as I entered, my gosh! It was unbelievable. So much sophisticated people enjoying their luxury time. Red couch, expensive wines, sizzling aroma. Damn!
"Help yourself, Mam!" The manager gestured me to an unoccupied couch.
I smiled brightly at him and sat comfortably. Gathering my hair to one side, I crossed my legs to look elegant.
"Enjoying?" A strong masculine voice echoes in the surrounding making my head snap in his direction.
And the second my eyes fell on him. Holy fucking shit!
A gorgeously sexy man stood in front of me with his hands inside the pocket of his pants. He wore a black Armani suit over his well built body. I blinked not believing my eyes. God! This is such a heaven to watch a mesmerising man like him.
My mouth fell open as I intently watched his face. Chocolate brown orbs, straight jaw line, plum lips. Well fuck me! He's fucking handsome.
"Done checking me out?" He asked, pulling me out of my dream land.
I shut my mouth in embarrassment and tried to avoid looking into his eyes but damn it was hard to ignore him!
He chuckled and came to sit next to me. His intoxicating smell of cologne entered into my nostrils and something weird happened in my body.
Am I dreaming or what the hell is actually happening? I've never seen such an exotic face ever before.
"I want you!" He blurted out.
I blinked.
Next, he placed his rough hands over my bare thigh and an electric spark ran down my body.
"You want me?" I asked not being able to compose myself.
"Yes, I want you!" He came near my ear and whispered.
My mouth fell agape.
His fingers started sliding up and I stiffened. Fuck! What's happening to me?
I closed my eyes when I felt his fingers touching my panty underneath my dress. I squeezed my thighs to stay calm but when he pressed his thumb over my core, I lost all of my senses.
I wanted to shove his finger inside me and moan in pleasure. It's been four years since I last had sex with my then boyfriend. And I never knew until now that how much I am craving for it.
"You want me too, don't you baby girl?" He cooed.
Fuck yes! I want him!
My breath became uneven and it took everything in me to not say that louder.
Stop! Get back to your senses, Stella. You shouldn't be having one night stand. It's not what good girls do. I reminded myself.
But fuck who wants to be good when it's so much pleasurable to be bad?
No. No. No.
I clenched my fists and quickly stood up to get away from him.
Without looking at him, I rushed out of the club with my vagina soaking wet.