Chapter 1

I surveyed the whole crowd from where I was standing on the second floor of the La Vida club, a famous brothel frequented by men of high social status who are looking for high-class prostitutes, escorts and the highlight of them all-the virgins.

I was looking down, my hands are gripping the icy-cold railings while my other hand held a wine glass which contained my favorite drink, Teso La Monja, a famous brand of wine imported from Spain. 

I am observing the place and looking for someone among the throng of men seated on the high chairs worthy of myself. I'm searching for someone different other than these men who shamelessly lust at me.

Not that I'm complaining. If I were to be asked, I couldn't find anything from these men that surround me. All of them are filthy rich. CEOs, politicians, athletes, name any rich guy and you will definitely find him here. 

When it comes to physical appearance, you cannot ask for anything from them. Recently, a famous model from the Middle East who was dubbed as the most handsome in the world has personally came here to bid for me. He was deported from his country because people especially the female population cannot concentrate every time they see him. He even bid me a million dollars but I turned down his offer only because I did not feel anything for him. 

For my current position now, feelings and emotions should be the least of my concern but I am Femella Alcantara, the queen of all the "nymphs" as they all call us. Just like how the great Zeus desire these Greek creatures, so does these men below me will do anything, bet anything to get a taste of us as if we are just products in a market on sale. 

If others were selling their grit and brain prowess, I chose to market myself, my body in short. Some boast their skills in academic fields but here, we go down and show these guys our bed skills. We hold them in the palm of our hands and play at them. Every moan, gasp and cry of pleasure is music to our ears. 

I have all the options in the world. No one can force me to give myself to anyone unless I find him worthy. One of the perks of bearing this surname. 

"What are you doing here, pretty? The bidding will about to start in an hour from now and yet you are still not fully dressed," said the voice on my back. The owner of the voice stood next to me and took the wine goblet from my hand. 

I snatched back the glass away from his hand and drank all the liquid in it. My eyes went back to the men below. "Please let me be, Chino. You know me. It has been like some sort of ritual to me. I always do this in every auction."

"Are you still looking for him? My, my dear Femella. When will you stop all this nonsense? You are restricting yourself from tasting all these delicious men with big and equally delectable dicks for what? For your stupid superstitious beliefs? Oh please! It's just absurd. You are absurd." His long and colorful newly-painted nails flicked in the air. 

"I know. I know my dear. I know I'm pathetic. You don't have to stress it because I myself is aware of it. But Chino, I can smell it in the air. I know he is definitely coming for me. I can smell him. Just another fraction of waiting and I will finally meet the man who deserves my freshness and tightness." I paired it up with a seductive laugh to make it more convincing. 

I saw him rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever. It's your life. I don't care anymore if one day, your coochie stops producing mayonnaise. It's all on you. I warned you already. You can't possibly put the blame on me when that time comes."

I heartily laughed at what he said. "Don't worry. I am a duly member of my beloved girl scout community. I always bring something in case my rebellious pussy starts to act up. And besides, I am a very resourceful and creative individual. And I still have my saliva in case you forgot!"

We both laughed in unison and playfully shook our hands together. 

"You're so witty, Femella! You are really something. Had I not known that you have never been kissed and never been touched, no one will believe that you are as fresh as a freshly-caught fish in the sea. You do not speak like a typical inexperienced virgin!"

"Ah, stop it! There you go with your double standards again! Do you mean to say that there are sets of things that are expected for you to say if you are a virgin? Do you really have to act like a very gentle woman? Do I have to wear a specific type of clothing to prove that I am really one? And what's with that thinking? Do they think that all virgins are as demure and slow-witted who doesn't know how to use the Internet? Girl, stop saying that please! Don't put our federation in shame!" I exclaimed.

"I know, alright? You are too reactive. Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You are now the epitome of a modern woman, the woman of the world," he surrendered. 

"Uh-uh. You forgot something." 

"What?"

"I'm not just a woman of the world. In fact, I call myself a hooker of the world."

"And care to tell me why?"

I looked at the grand chandelier hanging on the ceiling that is shining because of its own blinding embellishments coming from the big expensive precious stones that are designed around it. The lights from the big circular bulb on each of the sides of the building also cast a glow on it. 

"Because life fucks me big time," I muttered softly. 

"Ay! Holy guacamole cow! Femella! Here comes the man that will tear away all of my collection of Victoria's Secret panty! Girl, look at him!" said Chino who I doubt if what I said registered to him. He did not look at me because he was so busy gawking at the guy who is meters away from us.

Chino seemed like hyperventilating because of his muffled shouts while moving his body in a very awkward manner. His hand is on his mouth while stomping his feet on the floor. I just rolled my eyes at his sight.

Here comes the most difficult and arrogant guy I ever know-none other than the great Maverick Fuentebella, the infamous business tycoon and a hotel magnate. 

"Girl! He will make all the famous actors today quit their careers. He will give all those models and hunk actors a run for their money. I don't really know why you are still able to reject a man like him. I mean, look at his body. And don't forget to look at the thing between his legs! Girl, it's like you won in a lottery if you'll able to taste that perfection."

"Can you please stop sexualizing every man you see, Chino?" 

At the back of my mind, I can't help but notice all he's pointing out about the virile man who is just meters away from us. He's gracefully walking through groups of people while wearing that certain air of confidence on his shoulders. Damn, the man got undeniable charms. 

He's wearing a casual jeans and black shirts underneath the black leather jacket paired with Versace sneakers. I saw him took off his jacket and casually put on the back of the high chair leaving me a view of his muscular arms. Those strong arms would surely make a perfect heat pack during cold seasons. He's hot. Period.

When I first met Maverick during an auction, I thought he earned those muscles from going to the gym and working out just like most of the men here. I only get to know the truth when Chino told me about Maverick's way of things. Mr. Fuentebella is a daredevil. He does dangerous stuff for entertainment. He likes rock climbing, drag racing, off-road activities and the likes. I also heard he's into military trainings these days. No wonder he looks so fit and oh so yummy. 

"Do you need a tissue? Girl, you're drooling," Chino teased me. 

"Nah, I'm just admiring his physique, that's all," I answered defensively.

"You are really stupid. Why did you even let that opportunity pass? You should have gripped it as tight as you can the moment it was given to you. Girl, he can take you to literal cloud nine and seventh heaven. Think about it, he'll give you multiple orgasms plus thousands of dollars. What more can you ask for?"

"He is just like any man who offered me the same thing. In fact, Senator Velasco's bid is higher than him. So why should I pick him over those men? Tell me Chino. What makes him different from all of them? He's just like all of them."

"Isn't that what you came here for, Femella girl? You are here to sell yourself so why are you complaining? You know what kind of industry you are entering the moment you signed the contract. You better swallow hard because there's no turning back, pretty girl," he reminded me. 

I shrugged my shoulders. "You think I don't know that? Of course I know what I came here for. As I've said earlier, I'm just waiting for the right time, the perfect opportunity-the best man whom I will give my all. Come to think of it, did you notice that not once did our boss force me to be with any man here unlike other virgins? It is because I have become an attraction in this big precious club. The more I reject men, the more my value goes up as a nymph. Men continue to flock this venue to take a look at me, entice me with their money, and then try to lure me in their beds. It has become more of like a challenge; a kind of thrill these men are very willing to take head on and everyone knows that our boss is very much aware about it. She's a businesswoman for a reason, Chino and as far as I'm seeing, she's loving every second of it."

I gave a meaningful look at the bar area of the club where our boss is seated on the high stool while talking to a bouncer. She's signaling the start of the program. 

"You know Femella, sometimes I think to myself that you don't really belong in here. You're too intelligent for this industry. You are like a diamond in the rough. Why don't you leave this place and find another source of income? I'm sure you can find a better job other than this."

"Why? What's wrong with being in the sex industry? Why would I leave when I know I'm good at this? Seducing billionaire men is quite of a job, Chino."

He went silent for a second.

"You're right. If I may compare it, girls like you earn much more money when compared to other professionals."

"Nah, no need for comparison. I salute all of them. We all have our own pieces of role we need to play in this system."

My gaze went back to the table. It's as if there is a magnetic attraction that pulls me back to the direction of Maverick. My heart skipped a beat when I caught him staring at me, too. He grinned and winked at me. 

I raised my glass as a form of greeting. 

"But be honest with me, pretty. You are attracted to him the first time he approached you. You were just turned-off because of the way he laid down his proposal."

"Hmmmm." I shrugged my shoulders and turned my back. 

"Come Chino. Help me get dressed. The queen's about to claim her throne again."

"Right away, madam!"