1 V.1 Our Secrets

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The breeze tousled with her salon-perfect hair. Her eyes were distracted by the background of mesh colors she viewed from the window of the limousine. Before they even reached her stop, she could tell they were near.

More red started appearing beyond the windows. The streets became more crowded and noisy. The wretched smell of sex and lust seeped into the car so soon as it came to a halt.

"Ms. Manoban, we have arrived." Spoke to the chauffeur who glanced at his rearview mirror to eye her.

The girl reflected in the mirror was a stunning young lady. Vibrant, voluminous black hair draped her bare shoulders. Her bare skin along with the hugging nature of the crimson satin dress would arouse anymore.

A small yawn interrupted as she stretched, the low dip of the dress daring to show more cleavage. With the lazy wave of her manicured hands, she gestured to stop the car, to which he curtly nodded in reply and stepped out of it.

She leaned forward, using the rearview mirror as a guide to reapply her lipstick and fluff up her bangs. Feeling a vibration against her outer thigh she pulled up her phone. The number of zeroes that flashed before those brown irises made her yelp in delight.

'It's only reasonable. I am but the best at what I do.'

Sugar baby, prostitute, whore, escort, whatever the name was, to her it was the same job.

It didn't matter since the true value lied within the zeros in the transaction that awaited her needy pockets. Slipping her phone in her Saint Laurent clutch, she then rapped her pale knuckles against the window.

"Ms. Manoban, please be safe and call me at any time needed." He gave a slight bow of his head before gesturing her to step forward once he opened the door. Though she put her slim leg outwards, she hesitated, slowly turning her head to him.

"Stay nearby. The client is quite a charmer and young, you know I hate those the most."

She lifted her head to the towering, five-star hotel. Its ornate architecture made the night sky seem brighter next to the overarching stars. She took in a deep breath, slightly shivering as a soft breeze touched her skin under the dress's high slits that ran along her thighs.

'Lisa honey? Why not go commando? Why even bother with such tedious things like lingerie. I even go braless too!'

She scowled as the horrid flashbacks began to bother her. She could still feel the touch running across her body and squeezing certain parts with a lack of disdain for her yelps at the foreign sensations.

The hands textured from age and, the piercing glare behind the glasses as they calculated the worth of her body. The pain from her fingernails digging into her palms reminded her of where she was.

She gave the hotel one more defiant stare before sashaying her way in. The lobby was eye-alluring with its sleek furniture that gave off class and fanciness. For a moment, she reminisced of the times when she would follow the swaying of the grand chandeliers. Giddiness mixed with joy until the time came to show her worth.

With her aphrodisiac visuals and iconic playful smile, she brought all the attention to her. The elegance of her walk and the provocative dress made her seem ethereal. Though, one step near and her prowess aura would indulge you.

"Miss Lalisa Manoban?"

A smooth, husky voice called out to her as she stood idly in waiting. Slowly she turned her head to meet a very handsome man. Clad in a fashionable gray suit, a crisp shave, and pushed back hair was a man who gave her a small wave.

His crooked smile seemed to grow wider as she walked over to him. She could feel a radiant smile dance on her lips to cover up her disgust as she recognized the pinpricks of his stare on her figure. They exchanged small talk, her words attached with poise.

As they did his arm snaked its way around her waist, lowering until his palm laid comfortably on her ass.

Slowly, crawling her fingers up his chest until she reached high enough to wrap her arms around his neck. Her 4-inch heels supplied her with enough height to place her lips on his ear. The sweet perfume handcrafted for her did its job as he leaned in closer to get a better whiff.

It was an intoxicating scent, exotic and immoral like her.

"Come now, wait a bit longer. The best reward is that after a sweet punishment."

Her voice so heavily arousing, her training paying off as she made every sound captivating. Her lips slowly parted into an O as she felt something poke her abdomen.

'Oh? Damn, already?'

Her grasp on the headboard weakened as she finished the last of his fulfillment. The air mixed in with pants and the ruffling of sheets. A bit wobbly from the draining activities and her aching legs from being bent over so long, she sat up slowly.

He kept talking and talking as he casually redressed, but, to Lisa, it was just noise.

'Ah, I think I overdid myself tonight.' She could feel her aching body ready to form into dull stabs of sores tomorrow. The countless markings marred her smooth skin.

Her hazy thoughts snapped as she felt something drip down between her thighs. It only took her a second to recognize the milky white liquid that stained her with discomfort.

'This bastard. I heavily stated in the contract not to do that.' She felt herself boiling in rage but, she squeezed onto the damp sheets to try to control it.

"You know you have to pay extra, right? The contract stated it was strictly prohibited, which you agreed to respect when you signed it."

She gestured to her sticky fingers as she wiped the cum off them. It wasn't like she wasn't on contraception or, she had to worry about coming in contact with diseases. The agency handled all of the behind the scenes for that.

What bothered her more was the disrespect and lack of regard for her preferences in comparison to his pleasure.

"Calm down, would you? I just forgot in the heat of the moment and, it isn't like you're aren't on birth control so, everything is fine."

His speech quickened as his phone vibrated repeatedly. From the bed, Lisa could easily read "Wife" as the ID caller.

"I said you have to pay extra."

She muttered as she tried to get up from the bed but, to her surprise, sharp pain stopped her. She hissed as the familiar cramp made her legs shaky.

"Just forget about it already and clean up. It only takes a few seconds to deal with."

He tightened his tie and examined himself in the mirror, fixing his messy hair and making sure to hide the hickeys on his neck. Before he could even have his slimy fingers on the doorknob, the chauffeur from earlier opened the door from the outside.

"Ms. Manoban, you said there was a problem?"

Like her mother, she always trusted her gut, and when it warned her with a cold sweat, she had to devise a plan. It was simple: have the chauffeur on the line from start to finish of their session.

The client's useless rambling in between gave the chauffeur enough time to entrap the asshole.

"He refuses to pay the extra fee." Lisa glared at the man, noticing the visible droplets of sweat running down his temples at the intimidating sight of the buff, tall young man.

"I refuse! She's a whore, she should be used to this!"

Oh, she had enough of his bull crap. "Jong-suk, lock him." She spoke with an authority that even surprised the client. Before he could even process her words, a powerful grip grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. The yells of pain were quickly hushed by the chauffeur's hand, leaving only muffles.

Struggling a bit to get up, Lisa walked over to him. Though each step dainty, the closer she was the more the client squirmed.

"I fucking told you once, pay the extra fee, and like a dumbass, you had to take the hard way out."

She snarled, throwing all etiquette out the window. Removed from the hidden pockets of her dress was a sharp, pocket knife. Placing her leg between his crotch, to further entrap him, she placed the knife an inch away from his throat.

"Listen to me, and listen clearly. You are going to pay whatever amount I request. Okay?"

She gave him a hearty slap as a sadistic smile plastered her lips. He was lucky she kept her short temper on a leash because she could have done something way worse.

Much worse.

Lisa's eyelids couldn't help but close as fatigue ate at her. Her tensed shoulders draped with the chauffeur's blazer as across from her seat laid her dress in a heap. Just staring at it made her brows furrow in irritation.

"He was in such a rush to get his dick wet that he ruined it. There goes another designer dress in the trash."

She sighed, opening the car window to allow the breeze to ease her tension. Her crossed legs shook in anticipation as she waited to get home.

Other than the thrumming of the engine and the muffled noise of outside, a monotone tapping followed. Coming up with an excuse, like all the other times, for why she came home late again she sent the text to her sister.

She'd kept this secret of hers from her entire family since she started. It started because of her family. Yet, she wasn't mad at that reality. She'd do whatever it took to keep her siblings and, Ill mother fed and under a roof. No matter the cost.

The static of the television softly crackled in the tiny apartment she called home. Deeply snuggled under the fluffy comforter, Lisa twisted and turned in her futon. The hard floor making its presence known as it pressed into her tender body.

Her eyes followed to the bed near her, where usually all her siblings would be cramped, sleeping together. Her slim fingers reached out to her sister until a small groan came from across.

"Hey sis, you awake?" The girl turned over, her words distorted and groggy as she yawned. The girl was like an exact copy of Lisa and even taller.

"Go to sleep already, you night owl. That's literally why Siwon and Minnie never sleep with you anymore, Ye-Jin."

"I can't. I'm afraid and yet excited about school starting tomorrow."

Ye-Jin livened up a bit as she brought up school. Lisa rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile.

She worked herself so she could see those toothy grins that were her family's trademark. She might not be able to cure her mom no matter the amount of money she makes but, at least she could help her siblings.

Help them find their education and study their passions for a decent future. Even if it was at the cost of her future, she didn't mind.

"Hey Lala, maybe we should try this time-"

"No. I told you already, we shouldn't associate with each other. Now, even more, since we'll be in the same building."

"I can handle myself you know-"

"Ye-Jin."

Lisa raised her voice before turning her back to her, finalizing the conversation that frequently came up around this time. She could hear the small, weak "okay" from her sister before it became quiet.

Her heart clenched as she cursed at her sudden burst of attitude. She was just so exhausted to deal with this conversation.

That was their secret. No one knew they were sisters or that she was the older sister to Siwon or Minnie. Their different last names made it easy to act as if they weren't blood-related. It was better this way, so Lisa thought.

She didn't need her bothersome reputation getting in the way of their studies. Lalisa Monoban's reputation was not stained by her occupation but by her immense popularity. Or should I say her character made her infamous?

As the starry night broke away to reveal the sun and all her glory, Lisa opened her eyes with dread. Just like her sister she couldn't sleep either. Starting senior year occupied her mind with the troubles of having to bear and protect her secrets even more.

She couldn't even hide her distaste as she made her way over to the opening gates, the chaos happening signaled to the entrance ceremony almost starting. Just like her, many in red blazers and black skirts or pants walked the sidewalks.

High pitched female voices rang as they greeted their friends after a long summer. Already the scent of tobacco tainted the air as boys near her lighted their cigarettes.

Lisa's stern facial expressions couldn't keep others away from her for too long. Her beauty acting as a magnet attracted those around her. Like an actress, she braced her mind and plastered on her prettiest of smiles.

She rid herself of her causal self, the girl who walked in sweats, messy hair, and who'd like to play with her siblings as if she were a child. She closed herself to the girl she was last night. Pushing away her "whorish" attitude, so others would comment, and her tendency to calculate everything and everyone.

Now she opened the door to her new self, the "proper" version. Her black blazer overshadowed her curves and her skirt above her knees.

Sometimes she didn't even know who she was or who she wanted to be. At least one thing was kept authentic: her inability to handle people's bullshit.

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