CHAPTER 3: UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

She was currently carrying five packs of sanitary napkins and was on her way to the cashier to get a trolley basket that could hold her purchases when suddenly someone bumped into her. The packs of napkins she was holding were already scattered on the floor. She immediately bent down to pick them up.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss," the man who had bumped into her apologized. He also bent down to help her pick them up.

She blushed as she took the napkin he handed her.

"It's okay. Thank you," she replied, not looking at him.

"Ahm, Miss, let me help you carry those things," the man offered.

She turned to him to decline his offer. She saw that the man who stared at her face seemed stunned. She also stared at his handsome face. She thinks they are about the same age.

"It's okay," she replied.

"No, I insist," he replied, and took the other packs she was carrying and accompanied her to get the trolley basket.

She looked at him with a smile as he placed her carry-on earlier in the basket.

The man smiled, and he became even more handsome in her eyes.

"I'm Red, by the way," he introduced himself, even reaching out his hand to her.

"Sam, Samantha," she replied sparingly, and shook hands with him as well.

She even felt him squeeze her hand before releasing it.

"Can I ask for your number?" He smiled as if trying to make himself look cute.

She just stared at his smiling face for a long time. She was hesitant, but she thought he looked kind, so she agreed. He handed his phone to her so she could save her number there. Smiling, she got his phone and entered her number, then returned it back to him.

"All right, I'm going to save it and put your name as Nap," he said, his eyes glazed over as he looked at her.

"Nap?" she asked in astonishment.

"Short for napkins. If it weren't for those things you're carrying, I probably wouldn't have met you," he said jokingly.

"Hey! It sounds awkward," she said, laughing.

"No, it's cute," he said seriously.

He looked at his watch and then looked at her.

"Oh, no! This will make my older brother angry. I'm going to call you later if it's okay? I'm leaving first because my bossy brother's eyes might have turned white while waiting for me." He laughed after saying that.

She smiled shyly at the man as well.

He turned around and faced her again.

"Nice meeting you, Nap," he said, teasingly looking at her before turning around and leaving.

She was still smiling as her gaze followed the man away.

He called in the evening around ten o'clock in the evening. He is a funny man, and she was having a good time talking to him. She did not realize that it was almost eleven o'clock. She needed to prepare because she was about to dance again for Mr. M. C.

"Red, I'm sorry if I have to say goodbye for now because I have some work to do. Can you just call me again tomorrow?" She was forced to say goodbye.

"What are you going to do at this hour?" he asked.

"Ahm, I still need to take care of my mother. She had a mild stroke," was her only reply.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your mom. Okay, good night then."

"Thank you. Bye, Red. Good night." She immediately hung up the phone.

She went straight to her mother's room and arranged her blanket. She is sleeping soundly. She quickly took a shower and got dressed. She always comes out in a jacket and pants. She just takes the dress she will wear to the dance. The sexy clothes and underwear she wears are all given to her by Diva.

Even before the taxi arrived, she was ready. Again, the driver drove her to a condo. The room she goes to every night is on the 10th floor. She already has the key to the room, and the man is always gone when she arrives. He was just waiting for her to ring his phone to let him know that she was ready and that would only be the time that he entered the room.

She got dressed in the bathroom. She would wear thin nighties that night. That's his request. He also often gives her things to wear for dancing. The nighties she would wear that night were given to her last night after work. He sends her a text with his requests anytime he wants to. She had never really heard the voice of her client.

He texted her not to wear a bra. Though reluctant, she complied with the client's request. The underwear that she will be wearing is a black T-back. The fabric of the white nighties was so thin that she knew her breasts would be transparent without a bra cover.

The ones he gives her are brand new, expensive, and famous brands. She doesn't want to put on makeup, so she only puts on lipstick. She looks at herself in the mirror. Any man would be attracted to that innocent face of hers. Her healthy breasts were erect, with her nipples so visible on her dress.

Her undies, on the other hand, barely cover her gem's slit.Because she can't really see the client's face and reaction, she's not that embarrassed anymore. At first, she almost didn't want to go out of the bathroom when she was wearing such clothes, but in the five months that she has been doing that, she is getting used to it.

She immediately came out of the bathroom. She was even surprised because even before she dialed his phone number, he was already in the chair and sitting. He was obviously waiting for her.

He was again wearing the masquerade mask and a sweatshirt with a bunny print. She doesn't know how many sweatshirts he has with that design, but he always wears the same design with different colors.

She swallowed hard when she went in front of him. She can also do pole dancing on that stage when she wants to. She tried it many times. The music had already started as soon as she was standing on the stage.

She began to move her hips slowly. She doesn't take her eyes off him. That's what she learned from other bar dancers. They said that men prefer eye-to-eye contact when you seduce them. While grinding with the sexy music in the background, she could also feel her breasts bouncing up and down. The man sips the wine from the glass while staring at her.

Her hand went to her neck as she looked up. She licks her lips as her hands travel all over her body. She carefully grabbed her two breasts and squeezed them gently. She accompanied it with a sexy moan. It was Diva's advice to her to moan while dancing sometimes. She squeezed her soft breasts even more as her moan grew louder.

She looked at him and saw that the man seemed uneasy in his seat. It means that she was doing the right thing to make his night hotter.