5 kilometers from Purasab State University. A typical settlement of the rich stretched out in front of me. The road is paved flat. The edges are planted with colorful and orderly leafy ornamental plants. As if it's a delivery carpet before it reaches the heart of the luxurious complex. The roofs and balconies of the upper floors of the grand buildings line up to form fluctuating layers against the blue sky. It's like looking at a skyline version of a stock chart. Amazing. Tantalizing. Make envy.
While I occasionally double-checked the address he sent to my app, my grandiose delusion began. I imagined the one who hired me today was a rich kid. My price must be expensive. Then hopefully he's handsome. Hopefully, we are the same age. Hopefully, we fell in love in the end. And la la la... Ah! Never mind!
Yes. I know that luck can be the stingiest thing in this world. It could be that the man was indeed the son of a rich man, kind and handsome. But, who am I? I'm a prostitute... He contacted me because I'm peddling. Not because of an arranged marriage or a shoulder collision like that Korean film!
Yes, I should know myself. Just being able to sleep with a handsome man is already grateful. I consider it luck. Humans are present in the world with all the advantages and disadvantages. Sometimes he is handsome. But, it turns out to be unsatisfactory. Sometimes he's good at raising the mood and vibe in the extension, but the money is lacking. Sometimes yes... His life is perfect. But, my life is despicable. So what if we fall in love and their parents ask, "Where did you know each other?"
I know a lot of people think that rich people's kids are mostly freaks. Wicked. Spoiled. Whatever. I'm not considering the risk that I will get if this continues.
I could have hit someone's wife. I could have been tortured or even killed by those who hired me. I know. But renting my body wasn't just about money and safety for me.
You can say I'm a hypocrite. Naive. Or maybe people will say that I'm arrogant. Really, some prostitutes sell themselves for the sake of satisfaction.
It's up to you... For me, it's pretty good. It's okay when you can be satisfied and get some money as well, right? Rather than going out, that can only get favors from one man. Also free.
What if I get caught?
That question haunted me in the first months of my career as a body vendor part-timer. I was afraid to meet my friend's father. Or my neighbor.
But, I give it back to them. What if they get caught hiring me? What will their children and wives say?
If you want to talk about profit and loss, all jobs must have a profit and loss side. Just like when you shop online. Even shopping for fruit at the market can be deceived and lost. Right?
After arriving in front of the house I was headed for, I contacted the man once again. The sound of the connected call buzzed in my ear and raised my expectations once again.
"Hello," answered the voice. A second after a faint click.
"I'm outside already," I said while holding my breath.
And the moment of truth.
He is indeed handsome! Her hair is dyed dark brown. His eyes are round and clear, the eyebrows neat, and thick. His skin is clean, like Korean film grading. He's tall. His cheeks look even thinner. With rows of hair covering his cheeks and chin. So, handsome!! My uterus automatically panics.
He opened the gate of his house. His attitude was a bit awkward when he let me in. I smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Yovanes?" I asked. Yes! Of course, he is Yovanes! He already let you in, I screamed silently.
I followed him. My eyes line up with his wide back. I suddenly imagined what it would be like to be immersed in his arms.
"This is my room," he said with a smile. "Oh, I'm Yovanes." He introduced himself, and this time he stretched out his hand, gesturing to shake hands.
I caught the hand. "Ale, Alesia." I put on a shy smile. Hopefully, it doesn't look too cheesy.
Yovanes nodded. He invited me to sit in his room, which was spacious and minimalist. Maybe rich people don't like to pile up furniture.
"Beer?"
"Thank you." I received the cold can.
He sat in front of me. His smile cracked after the third sip.
"I didn't know you were so beautiful, Alesia! What if I like you in the end?" He commented. His tone was not contrived.
"What?" I'm confused. I used to hear men complimenting my looks. But, usually, they are not as handsome as the man in front of me. And they said it in obscene tones. Often while fondling my feet.
"You are beautiful. That's a compliment." Yovanes thrust his body into me. The sentences are light and don't sound rude at all.
"Thank you." I winced. I put my lips on the beer can. Then I sip slowly while concentrating. I don't want this man's praise to lull me too far. I'm afraid to choke and die before tasting his scorched body...
"Hm... Alesia. May I ask a personal question?" Yovanes wiped his forehead with a can of cold beer. His bangs were parted without reducing his good looks.
"What do you want to ask? Are you a cop?" I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Yovanes shook his head. "No... No... I'm just an unemployed rich kid. I'm just a guy who has lewd habits and wants to look manly."
Hearing his straightforward confession, I quickly covered my mouth. Fear of choking and death.
"You don't need to be afraid of me, okay?"
"What do you want to ask?"
"You look educated."
I frowned. My finger scratches my ear. What does this man mean?
"The way you act. The way you look."
"Men are visual creatures," I commented.
"Women too. Humans are visual creatures. I'm pretty handsome, right?"
My cheeks are red. Then I nodded. Feeling lost.
"You, apart from selling yourself... Erm..." The man seemed to be looking for a polite equivalent.
"I'm a student majoring in art. I'm a visual being in the truest sense of the word." My courage has risen. I thought he was going to ask if my parents knew about my part-time job.
"Wow..." Yovanes' eyes widened in awe. He pulled my hand. I didn't have time to brush it off.
"That explains your thick knuckles."
Strangely, this mode doesn't bother me at all. I let the man look at my hand closely. That way, I can count the number of his long, curled eyelashes.
"Hm... Yovanes... Did you invite me here to comment on my hand?" I asked. Suspicious that he didn't actually hire me to sleep with me. Maybe he's a disorder.
He let go of my hand. "Sorry. After all, you're too pretty. You're a student. I can't bear it."
I bit my lip out of impatience. Two seconds later, I took the initiative to kiss him.
The man named Yovanes was certainly surprised by my sudden attack. So his hands immediately maneuver into my shirt. His fingers moved freely in there. He measured my waist. After feeling enough, he unhooked my chest support.
Then, breath sounds. Does this story need a description of our roaring breathing like other sordid novels?
Not only did I run out of oxygen, but my heart was also pounding with excitement.
Geez! He is so sexy!