First Customer

The Red Rose Club, City M

Gretta walked slowly down the corridor towards the room she was aiming for.

The dim atmosphere quietly dominated, making Gretta occasionally roll her eyes to every corner.

She was brought to remember when she passed two women who took over her seat.

For some reason the gazes of the two of them felt piercing, as if they didn't like it being in front of them at that time.

Actually, what's with them? she wondered.

Even so, she still ignored and took the time to glance at the two hot daddys who didn't immediately welcome the two women.

"Well, it's none of my business," she continued, still in her heart.

Now, she finally arrived at the door with the number someone in the room had already mentioned.

Gretta stood with both hands squeezing the dress on either side of her body. Hope she can relax and do her best for her first customer.

Yes, the first customer according to Wirlin's words to her who gave guests.

She doesn't know how she could be called like this. But, it seems that the boss is a top-notch marketer with qualified marketing techniques. In fact, she had already opened a high price, while talking to his boss.

"Okay Gretta, you can do it. The customers there are definitely paying you a lot," she mumbled reassuringly.

With one deep breath, she began to raise her hand and knock a little loudly on the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Again she pulled his hand, then waited with clenched fists, and her heart was beating fast.

Hopefully not an old man, at least still has a handsome face, so I just have to close my eyes when she does.

Gretta wondered about her first customer. It really doesn't matter to anyone. After all, whether with this one or that one, the point is she is selling herself.

Not long after she knocked on the door, there was the sound of footsteps and the knob moving, before finally the door slowly opened and an adult man stood in front of her.

His face was interpreted as being 40 or older, with a five o'clock shadow growing faintly

"Nanda huh?"

The bass sound made Gretta, who was looking at the man, gasp a little, gasp and subconsciously nodded in response.

"Ah! Yes, Nanda."

Unexpectedly the man actually chuckled to find this kind of reaction from the woman.

And Gretta was embarrassed by it.

"Ha-ha-ha..., Wirlin is not making this up this time, come in," said the man as he opened the door wider.

He ushered Gretta in, while himself locked the door, only then followed the slow steps of the tall woman in front of him with a crooked smile.

Gretta stopped in the middle of the room, then turned around and her face suddenly hit the hairy chest with her hands now perched on them.

Amused, indeed, her hands could feel this new foreign feeling.

However, knowing that he couldn't back down, she restrained herself from looking scared, pretending to pull her hand casually.

"Not rubbed first?"

I do not want to!

"What about my price, Mr. em..."

"Henry, Baby. As for the price, you can write it down in the checkbook over there," said the man who called himself Henry without hesitation.

"How much?" asked Gretta defiantly.

"Yes, as long as it satisfies me, of course," Henry replied with a crooked smile looking at Gretta seductively.

"Ah! I heard you're new here too, doesn't that mean I'm your first man?" he continued asking.

Gretta nodded with a sweet smile "Yes, do you like more experienced ones?" she asked with a gloomy face.

"I prefer one that needs to be taught, actually. Isn't it, someone who is taught and proficient because of me, it is more challenging, what do you think?"

He wrapped one arm around Gretta's waist, then pulled the body so it was now pressed against each other and then leaned forward.

"Just by hearing your name and characteristics, I already feel you are a different woman. So, how do you get to the point with your wishes, heum...."

Henry whispered softly with warm brushes blowing in Gretta's ear. Henry also freely inhaled the rare sweet scent that was tantalizing and had recently been inhaled.

"Why is your scent so tempting?" he added as Gretta was silent.

Yes, Gretta was silent because she was holding back from pushing her customer's body right now.

"I don't wear perfume, Henry. How can I smell nice and seductive," whispered Gretta as she felt too stiff in front of the man who had spoken from the start.

"Is that true?"

Henry inhaled again, this time longer even though his lips were already pressed against the ladder's neck, following it with a positive response as the neck stretched upwards now.

Yes, Gretta even closed her eyes tightly, holding her breath as the tingle began to feel.

"Of-enhh..., of course. Henry should be able to tell the difference," Gretta said, holding back a small sigh.

Smirk

There was a happy smile from Henry as this woman answered him with a stifled sigh. He turned his face away from it, then led Gretta to sit on the bed with her own hand outstretched and took her checkbook.

"Well! Write as much as you want," Henry said as he handed a checkbook and pen to Gretta who arranged in disbelief.

"Oh, are you sure? I isn't-

"Is it okay? Virgin? No problem, I like your scent, and also want to know how your smooth skin sweats and blends with me when we play, Baby," interrupted Henry vulgarly.

Gretta's face turned red at that, embarrassed. Her heart cried when she heard something like this, but the demands of life forced her to keep going, living what she had already done.

"What if I write 100?" said Gretta defiantly.

"No problem, I will give you a bonus, if you are smart when taught," Henry said with a shrug of indifference.

"I will write it without hesitation," said Gretta looking at Henry. with a sweet smile, while her own fingers moved through each number in a graceful motion.

Henry followed how Gretta wrote the numbers there. He loved when the numbers were neatly written by the woman beside him, he also began to get carried away by the sight of those smooth arms as a golden hair covered part of his back which he was now tracing quietly

Henry chuckled as the back stiffened, at the touch The lightness spread to every inch of the elongated bone.

"Why? Isn't that normal? Relax baby," he whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, look at this first, how about it, agree?" Gretta said without answering what her customers were whispering.

"Oh yeah? Where?"

Henry reluctantly took his hand away from it, then looked at the numbers on the paper and gave a small nod afterwards.

"No problem," Henry added, then put the book on the nightstand and turned back to Gretta "So how about we start our fun, baby?" he continued staring with a burning desire.

Gulp!

"I'm yours tonight," Gretta replied with a small smile and a kiss she received suddenly, luckily it didn't surprise her.

Smooch!

"Don't ask me to stop on the way, it's my responsibility for making me drunk with your scent," Henry whispered and leaned back, kissing Gretta's lips a little harshly.

However, this is not as rough as his first experience.

And after that, there was only the characteristic sound of the two bodies becoming one.