"You d*MN piece of shit, you dare treat me like you see fit? I'm regular here and also a rich man, why don't you agree to get bedded by me? You will receive your one-year salary in the advance kid." An old, pot-bellied fat man spat out from his mouth lustfully gazing at the waitress standing before him.
The club was filled with different kinds of people, old and young, rich and middle class. Loud sounds of music played and the stench of alcohol was prominent in the club, just like any other club around although it was a high-class club.
The old man had rings on every one of his fingers, jade rings, diamond rings, and gold rings. His yellow and white colored teeth portrayed his rich but decaying tooth, he held up his glass for the waitress to fill it up to the brim.
Abigail gave the man a side-eyed glare as she picked up the wine bottle and cocked it open, she turned her hands and placed the tip of the bottle on the glass the old man was presenting to her ready to fill it up
As soon as the old man saw her place the bottle on his glass, he drew his glass backward towards himself to make her come closer to him. Abigail sighed as she noticed what get the oldie was trying to play with her, she walked towards him nevertheless. She had been working as a waitress for years so she was not a newbie to all this, she moved closer "Please extend your glass, sir"
"Come closer darling, why don't you take a sit on my lap and pour out wine for me? I will give you a huge tip for that" The old man muttered cocking his brows in an arrogant manner, his hands stressed forward and grabbed her hands feeling her skin against his.
The old man closed his eyes as he felt her skin, he relish in the feelings of it. Abigail kept a blank expression as the old customer tried to molest her, she neither pulled her hands from him nor did she attempt to scream and call for unwanted attention from everyone.
"Let go of me sir, I have to get back to work now," Abigail remarked in a cool voice, her gaze flicked as she pulled her hand out of his. She placed down the bottle of wine and turned around to leave that place, she wasn't ready to deal with anyone today.
"Stop acting all cocking and proud like you haven't been pounded by young men and oldies here, I know your kind quite a lot. You want money right? Fine name it. how much do I need to spend a night in your h*Le" The old man questioned not ready to back off at her constant rejection from her?
"Young men? Oldies? spent their time with me? my kind of people a lot?" Abigail muttered a cold glint flashing through her eyes as she turned around to face the oldie, disgust and something else flashed through her gaze and disappeared immediately as well.
"You want to get in my h*Le don't you? Well, why don't you give me some money before proceeding to that?" Abigail remarked moving back towards the table, she placed her hands on the table and pushed herself forward placing her face close to the man's face.
"What a good sl*t you are, at the mention of money you turned around? guess it's my lucky day today. Tell me how much you want. Name any amount you may like?" The old man stated with a disgusting smirk pasted on his lips, he brought out a check paper from his suit handing it to her.
His gaze roamed around her beautiful body, she was the type of woman he liked a lot. She had beautiful, naive, and innocent faces and also long black hair floating from her head to her waist. She was naturally curvy, with an hourglass shape just the way he loved his women so when banging them he could enjoy himself more.
While the old man inspected her body to his liking, thinking of a way to have her and in what position to do so Abigail was busy glancing around. Abigail around to see if they were anyone close to them or watching them, the music was already loud enough from stopping the people in the hall to hear any kind of screaming.
The lights in the bar were dim enough and the strippers on stage did well to distract people with their exposed bodies and curly and twisting waist as they poll danced and did all kinds of dance. Abigail turned back to stare at the old man missing the pair of eyes looking at her secretly or more like openly but she failed to figure out his gaze on her.
"Do you have a pen on you? I don't have mine with me." Abigail asked breaking the old man out of his world of thoughts and bringing him back to reality. The old man nodded excitedly and quickly put his hands into his suits to bring out his pen, and he handed it over to her.
"Thank you"
Abigail wrote down the sum of 14 million Dollars before glancing toward the man and at his surprised expression. She threw the pen to the corner and then she walked round the table to stand before him, not giving him a chance to regret his words or choices. She stretched forth her hand and placed it on his chest, drawing a line on it.
"Why don't you sit on my lap? it's going to be more fun if you do" The old man muttered after recovering from the shock of seeing the amount she wrote down, he could just tell his bank to not give out any money after this.
Abigail noticed his thoughts and the gleam that flashed through his eyes but she said nothing instead a smile appeared on her face. She sat on his lap and began her acts on him, waiting for him to fully cast his defense to the ground. She picked up the pen with her other hand and as soon as the oldie closed his eyes relishing himself in the pleasure, she stabbed the pen into his neck's fatal area.
The eyes of the man widened as he stared at her in shock, he gasped and tried to form words with his mouth but nothing came out of it. Blood trickled down his neck to his suit, and a smirk formed on Abigail's face as she stood up from his legs.
"You wanted a hole right? well, you have one now... You can speak a night wallowing in your hole." Abigail muttered, she picked up the wine bottle and emptied the content on him to make it look like he was drunk. The old man was shocked and speechless, he could neither speak nor scream.
She turned around and walked out of they with the pen in her hands and the bottle of wine, her gaze turned back to being cold. He wanted a hole and she gave him one, what a b*stard he was.
As she walked out of the dim area where the almost dead man sat, the pair of eyes that had been watching her followed her. A cold smirk formed on his pretty lips and soon he burst into laughter, laughing to himself.
She was what he needed.
~~~~~ Author's Note. ~~~~~
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