By 8 p.m., Richard had arrived in the courtyard of Nicole's brothel. He parked his motorcycle next to several cars, then looked up at the upstairs window where he'd last seen Daisy last night.
"I hope no one is using your service tonight," he said, immediately walking towards the main door of the embroidery house which was guarded by two thugs with burly bodies and bald heads.
Richard stopped in his tracks because the two thugs were blocking him, staring at him with intimidating eyes.
"You came again without ordering a prostitute here, what exactly are your goals?" asked one of the guards.
"Last night I wanted Daisy but she wasn't available anymore...So, I'm coming back now to get her services," replied Richard casually, remembering last night he was suspected of being a spy who could disturb the comfort of the brothel or the customers.
The two guards glanced at each other then back at Richard.
"You may come in, but if you can't pay Daisy to serve you tonight then you'll have to pay another girl!" said one of the guards.
"Okay, that's not a problem," Richard said casually then quickly entered the brothel after the guard stepped out of the way.
Just arrived in the living room, Richard met with Nicole who was about to climb the stairs to the top floor. He immediately approached the pimp who wore a golden yellow dress overall, tied her hair, and put on rather thick makeup.
"Madam, I want to buy Daisy tonight," said Richard.
"How much money are you prepared for? It's not easy to get her because the price is quite expensive. To be able to be with her for a whole night and take him somewhere else, means you have to pay $10,000. but if you only have a little money then you will only be with her for about an hour." Nicole immediately told the requirements to get Daisy.
Richard reach into the pocket of the black jacket he was wearing and took the money out of it. "I have $2000...I think this is enough for an hour's fare."
"Okay... Just one hour!" Nicole immediately took the money from Richard's hand and walked up the stairs. "Come with me now. She's waiting in the room."
Richard immediately followed Nicole. the man walked slowly with his heart pounding because it was the first time he had entered a brothel which made him feel guilty. After all, this was a place where people behaved unkindly in God's eyes. he kept walking until he finally arrived at the top floor where the practice of prostitution was carried out by prostitutes who were young and beautiful girls, seducing men with neckties whom some of them recognized as officials. the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and perfume seemed to mix in there, making him unbearable because it wasn't something he liked.
"Come on, let's go to her room," Nicole shouted, glancing at Richard who was silent while gazing at the dim atmosphere upstairs accompanied by the sound of music echoing, there were several sofas complete with tables and of course, there were snacks complemented by alcoholic drinks.
Richard immediately followed Nicole, into a hallway where there were several doors lined up which was probably the prostitution room.
"Oh, God. May you forgive me," Richard whispered in a huff, trying to keep his cool now that he was so close to seeing Daisy. he imagined that maybe she was sitting on the bed with a very attractive appearance, or maybe standing by the window as he had seen before.
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in the room, Daisy stood in front of the mirror, brushing her wavy blonde hair. She looks so sexy wearing only black lingerie, wearing thick make-up to cover the bruises on her face. the girl was grateful that her body was not as sore as this morning, because the medicine Clarissa gave was very effective.
Check...
Daisy sighed, hearing the sound of the door opening and closing again. she felt that maybe now was the time for her to serve customers, something that could not be avoided even though her body condition was not so healthy. The girl turned around, seeing the figure who came was very familiar to her.
"Was I dreaming, how did you get here?" Daisy asked, seeing Richard standing by the door.
Richard swallowed his saliva, feeling stunned by Daisy's appearance which almost broke his faith. he lowered his face and smiled faintly, trying to get rid of his nervousness then looked back at the girl who approached him.
"You are just security and penthouse guards….looks like you are the poorest customer I've ever seen," said Daisy with a cynical smile, not expecting that the customer this time was Richard.
"Yeah ... I'm really poor ... I collect my money to get here," said Richard nervously.
"You collect your money so you could come here?" Daisy chuckled slightly, seeing Richard who she thought was a good man but came to this brothel. "Well... It turns out that all men in this world are bad..because a guy like you who I thought was good turned out to be willing to collect money to get here… This is a hard reality to change."
"I came because I like you," Richard said, not wanting Daisy to misunderstand him.
"Yeah, of course, you like me because no one doesn't like me when they see my beauty," said Daisy confidently. She walked slowly closer to Richard, then felt his strong chest covered by a gray shirt combined with a black jacket. the girl looked up, looked into the man's eyes very intensely, noticed the curves of his face so perfect, ah, even she felt his heart beating fast. "And you were fascinated by seeing me in Mr. Alexander's penthouse, right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Richard whispered, trying to keep himself from being tempted by Daisy's touch. His eyes fell on the girl's beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes, flawless skin, and sexy lips, so perfect, made him want to have them but not for an hour.
Daisy smiled slyly, thinking that Richard was the same as any other man. "Now I'm yours, Mr. Richard Glen Constantine. Do whatever you want," she said with a seductive smile.
"I can't," said Richard.
"Why? didn't you come because you like me, that means you want to enjoy me like other men, right?"
"No I won't enjoy you now….now isn't the time," Richard said, slowly working up the courage to touch Daisy's smooth chin and stare at her so intensely that he saw a few bruises slightly obscured by make-up . . suddenly his heart was sad, imagining that the bruises must be due to torture from the customer or Nicole's trusted thugs.
"Who hurt you?" he asked.
Daisy sighed, then lowered her hand from Richard's chest. She walked away, her back to the man.
"You don't need to know, and if you do it doesn't matter to you either," he said.
"No, it's very important to me. I won't let someone hurt you and harm you...I don't want you to be humiliated again," Richard said seriously, staring at Daisy's perfect body from behind...