CLUBHOUSE
Anna walked into the club, adjusting her long garment. The other strippers turned their attention to her, wondering what she was doing in a clubhouse dressed like that.
As Anna stood, deciding on what to do next, a usual customer walked into the club, taking a seat just beside where she stood.
"Why is she dressed this way?" one of the strippers asked her colleagues, barely audible.
"Is she Mother Teresa, going to offer her blessing to those horny men?" another asked.
Anna gripped tightly to the edge of her long garment, trying hard not to pay attention to their snappy comments. She had more pressing concerns than their noisy gossip; her mother's life hung in the balance, and this was the only thing she could think of. If this is what it takes to keep her mother alive, then she will gladly do it.
As she stepped onto the stage, wondering what was next, the guy who walked in earlier gestured for her to come over, but she turned her gaze away.
He called her for the second time, and she repeated the same act. Then he stood up and walked up to her. She moved back fearfully as he approached, but he didn't stop moving closer until her back rested on the wall. Luckily, there weren't many people in the clubhouse, only the strippers and his men.
"I know you are doing this for your mom. How about I offer you a helping hand?" he whispered into her ear.
"How did you know about my mom?" Anna managed to ask.
"I have my way, Anna. How I get to know about it shouldn't be your problem. You should be more concerned about your sick mom." Anna's heart raced.
"Okay, so what do I do?" Anna asked in desperation.
"Good girl, that's more like it. Meet me in the room opposite this dressing room." With that being said, he dashed out, leaving Anna to face the cruel glares from the strippers.
Without a second thought, Anna stormed towards the direction he went, leaving them in confusion.
***
Anna's eyes widened as she made her way into the large room. Adams Winthrop, the popular playboy, lay shirtless on the bed, his broad chest gleaming in the light. She turned her face away, burning with embarrassment.
"What is the proposal you speak of?" she managed to ask, her voice barely audible.
"I need an heir, Anna, and I'm willing to pay top dollar for it," Adams replied, his eyes burning with desperation.
Anna's heart raced as she scanned through the documents—twelve months of surrogacy in exchange for a huge sum of money. It was a tempting offer, but at what cost?
As she hesitated, Adams' words interrupted, "Your mother's life is on the line, Anna. Don't let your pride get in the way of her survival."
Memories flooded her mind: her mother's diagnosis, the endless hospital bills, and her own struggle to make ends meet. She felt the weight of her responsibilities, the pressure to save her mother, and the desperation that drove her to this place.
"Mom, I will do anything it takes to save you. I promise," Anna whispered to herself, her eyes welling up with tears. She remembered the day her father passed away, leaving her mom with nothing: the debt, the struggles, the sleepless nights. Anna had always been the strong one, but at this point, she was drowning.
With a heavy heart, Anna signed the documents, her hands trembling. Her heart pounding, she knew she was taking a risk, but for her mother, she was willing to do anything.
As she looked up, Adams' gaze locked into hers, his eyes burning with desperation. "Welcome to our agreement, Anna. I hope this collaboration brings us something good."
The air was thick with tension as Adams' hands traced down her flawless thigh, sending shivers down her spine. Her mind raced as she kept wondering what it felt like. This wasn't how she had planned her life; giving up her virginity like it was nothing was the last thing she thought she'd do. But here she was, throwing it away like it meant nothing.
"Please, I can't do this," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Adams' eyes narrowed, his grip on her hand tightening. "We've only just begun, Anna. There's no turning back."