I'm settled in my cubicle when I hear my phone clink, a text notification.

Sunday

Barbara Hotel

8pm

😉🙏🏼💖

The message shows when I peep a glance.

Trust my crazy friend when it comes to passing information across. She doesn't even bother with the phrasing and sentencing, just goes straight to the point.

Makes me wonder if it's just a kid in the body of a young adult.

I raise my head to look further, an innocent face outside my door winks at me before throwing me a flying kiss.

I point at me, then her, than me again before doing the killer~sign with my hand slashing across my neck.

She only twitches her face in an apologetic form before hurrying away. I manage to catch a glimpse of her giggling sheepishly before she disappears.

I hope I don't end up on the streets if this backfires.😤

And who even names their hotel Barbara in this part of the world??😬😒

I reply back her text before dropping the phone and focusing on the wireless keyboard infront of me.

I had a lot to cover and it's almost five. I have no issue against staying behind a few more minutes, maybe hours to get a job done.

What I never fancy is having to carryover today's workload to tomorrow. The aftereffect will be me being disorganized the tomorrow.

I learnt that since during my college days, new day should start with a fresh chore.

Two hours later, I'm done with the day's workload. A warm long soak is all I want right now; to straighten all the invincible wrinkles likewise relieve me of the day's stress.

"Rich people are crazy!" She exclaimed joining me abrutly in the elevator. She looks like she's been chased. Well, running not chased in her case.

"That makes us mental~cases~in~the~making!" I sighed, not bothering to look at her.

"I don't wanna be psychiatric property!" She giggled touching me a little. It was clear she wanted full attention.

"I sure as hell wanna be rich!" I inform looking at her. The elevator opens and we both walk out.

"Same with me!"

We walk a little, me listening to her rant about her day and how her boss enjoys stressing them until they "black out". To be frank, even my boss does same. The bosses live in the same chatroom is the conclusion we have decided on.

Not that I can blame them. It's a business they are running, not a charity organization. Even charity events these days need serious planning therefore, more than average competency. Let alone a media house like us.

We are going to different places but the same road so we usually end up in the same bus most evenings. Except on few days when I finish earlier or she has a babysitting job she does.

God! I've never come across a worshipper of paychecks like her.

Only her runs a nine to five five days a week.

Only her evenings get booked three times working days.

Only her runs morning shifts at the store weekends.

And definitely only her does waitress duties in the evening during the weekends.

Well, she sometimes coax me into joining to enable her double the manpower and pay. I'm not in for the money but I do end up following her because, It's not all the time I enjoy being idle.

Another is because despite her beyond the average size, me with the normal size still ends up being her guarding police from some nastiness.

One more reason is because I genuinely admire her perseverance. I mean, she's not the one needing all those extras yet she still works so much like a machine for to earn them. One just have to respect that relentlessness.

Then finally and the most important of them all is that she's my best friend and I love her. it's natural I don't want her workaholic *** crumbling from all the physical end emotional stress.

"I wanna come to your house soak!" she squeaks leaning her head a little to my shoulder. I'm the one who got the window sit.

Not that anything other than that will stop her from doing that.

"I'm not your lover so don't give me that eyes!" I reply shaking her off me. I know a coaxing technique when I see one, even if it perfection isn't complete.

"But you do love me!" She pout bringing her head back to my shoulder. I really can't help but see the cuteness each time she does that.

"No baby!" I say, turning my head to face her. I grab her cheeks in my palms and rub them playfully. "Not this weekend!" I slightly pinch her face before dropping my hands to pay attention to my phone. It made a bubbling sound while I was on the process of rubbing her cheeks.

Only one person has that special notification ringtone.

That person happened to be super important to my existence at the moment.

Tonight!

Great!

There flies my chance of enjoying some long bathtub closure before sleep.

"Who was that?" She eyes me, clearly interested. She must have notice a slight change to my mood. She never seem to miss the littlest of changes in my reactions.

"Just some unnecessary bank remainders." I uttered offering her a weak smile. I didn't want her probing further.

I slowly open my eye to the piercing light intruding through the overly big window. It's more of a window~oriented~wall since it only has glasses protecting it from the outside. I groan then turn my back to see if I can sleep more. Ofcourse I know it's a futile efforts!

Thus, after spending another few minutes tussling my body restless, I decide to get up. I pull and hold the sheet to my body before dragging both of us to the bathroom.

As usually, it never fails to bewitch and bewildered me with it magic.Money is what makes everything magical in here.

I can help but stare at my reflection during the process of brushing and I gotta admit, I look a total mess this Saturday morning. My eyes is smeared with black, courtesy of liners. My hair is a bird nest. I can't also but help notice the slightly swollen lips.

Immediately I'm done with brushing activities, I run a bathe then slip in. I know I can't stay long but then the way I am, it's a much better option for my body and mind than just standing under the shower.

Seconds inside the tub, my mind becomes conscious of the soreness. My thigh won't be smiling right now if they had lips attached to them. If anything, it'll definitely be them sending me grumps, groans and growls.

Thirty minutes later, I'm out, my mind much better than it was before the soak. Definitely not at it best but then I can't complain.

Beggars can't be choosers they say.

I stand underneath the shower for another fifteen minutes, scrubbing through my hair and body.

Instead of the conventional bathrobe, I go for towels, the shortest for my hair, the medium cladding my ****** down to my ***; a little of my cleavage in the open.

Right then, I hear the door open.

The dressing room is attached to the bathroom so I walk in, bask myself in lotions before releasing the hair from it bondage. I straighten it to my best of abilities. Not literally my best of abilities, more of just making it presentable to keep me away from resembling a mad person.

Overall, I spent one hour before going back to the bedroom.

"You did not order for room service!" He apprehend while sitting on the armchair directly opposite the bed, legs are crossed, a hand resting on the arm of the chair while supporting his chin.

I stop, looking anywhere but not his eyes. His voice were enough chills on their own.

He has rules.

He gave rules.

And I think I might have broken one an hour ago.

I feel him scrutinize me head to toe before I see a finger from his other hand move.

"Come!" He ordered, his voice dark. I obey not saying a word.

"Sit!" This time his finger point at his lap same time he releases and relax his legs.

I sit down, my face front, my back facing him.

"You'll eat then I'll eat you!" He whisper to my ear, his lips intentionally brushing my skin, making me feel all tingle and hot. I had my hair up in a pony seconds before I left the ensuite so the whole of neck is at his mercy. Not to mention, that medium towel was still my only piece of clothe.

"Yes daddy!" I murmur, like the obedient surrendered rabbit ready to be preyed upon I was to him.

It was then I noticed the tray on the table by his right. It consisted of grapes, chopped pieces of watermelon, some crunchy~looking cookies and meat.

Crazy breakfast.

Though I had a feeling it was already noon.

In-between feeding me fruits first, his lips continue their occasional assault on my skin. it's really had concentrating on getting my stomach stuff really hard. Not to mention his hand doesn't waste time in picking the next foodie~item.

Slow and steady, his left hand maneuver it way to the inside of my laps.

I knew him feeding me won't end well.

If anything, the whole air reeked punishment the moment he walked in while I was in the bathroom.

My efforts to stay in one place and not be affected by what he was doing was in vain, he was already drawing lazy circles around my area

.

"I don't remember giving you permission to stop!" His deep voice was stern.

Poor aroused me on the other hand really was interested in what the hand rooted underneath the towel was trying to achieve. Not the one pushing a grape to my mouth.

When he started stroking my entrance same time he was teasing my ****, a groan borne out of pleasure escaped my lips. I also ended up biting his index finger. Nothing painful but most certainly nothing painless.

I only heard him exclaim "good girl!", not pausing any of his hand.

"Raise yours hand " Up my arms flew. My body was slowly becoming his self~trained robot.

"Get them behind my head!" He commanded the moment pushed the last watermelon into my mouth.

I did as I was told.

One finger penetrated me before his now free hand loosen the towel.

"Are you ready for ******?"

"Y~e~s!" I barely managed between moans and biting my lower lip. He was doing a good job of fingering me while also antagonising my very hard nipples.

"I don't think you are!" This was his way of telling me he wasn't satisfied with my last responds. I don't mouth out anything this time around.

And he stopped.

I whined at the lost of penetration below but he only focuses on my nipples on neck this time. He has already monitored and mastered my body so well he knew I was already on the edge. A little push and I'll have rum down his fingers steamingly.

Few seconds later, his hand walk in again. This time, I feel three fingers. He was in for business.

"Is my baby bitch ready to release?" His breathe was warm, the erection directly beneath my *** was only making it worse on my body.

"y~e~s~d~a~d~d~y!" Even I found it too much of a whisper. Talking while moaning was not an easy job. It was when all my body is interested in is to release.

"Is~my~baby~ready~to~come!" I could feel the stress on each word and it screamed 'last warning'.

"Yes Daddy!"

It was either an audible respond or a series of unending teasing with no heavenly satisfaction at the ending.

He quicken his pace. Minutes later, my body contracted, exploded before going limp.

Satisfaction did not even describe it justicely.

"Down!" came his growl. My weak body slide off his leg before turning to face him.

Him watching me inhale long sniff before licking myself off his fingers, with eyes drowsily closed was his favourite part of the show.

"Do you really want to die that badly?" I growled holding out the pieces of clothes in a dramatic manner.

"Shhhhh!" She hushed pulling her legs out of her trousers.

"I am being serious here!" My voice now reduced to a groan. "You got us a job that requires we dressing up to appeal to the leeriness of old men!" I look at her, then the clothe again.

"It's not technical any dress!" She replied putting on the crazy piece. "I've always wanted to be a Japanese maid!" She squealed, clearly happily adapting to the situation, .

"First, they search us like illegal immigrants, then they seize our phones before handing us clothes to look like sex objects to fulfill the exual fantasies of some random nasty predators."

Despite it being a female security personnel who did the searching, I am still pissed I got treated like a unwanted criminal.

Then my phone!

Geez, who randomly temporarily confiscate phones in this day and age?

I mean I understand the current age is too crazy, a little too much on the illiterate lane when it comes to what to share to the public and what to keep to themselves.

But still, any job that comes with strict control on communications seems too creepy to me. Not to mention illegal.

"I bet all the people people here are just a bunch of bastard~psychotic~sadistic~ pedophiles!" I grunt in disgust, still not moving an inch. "Babe, I'm going home!" I added deciding it's best I give up on tonight early.

"You can't!" She sighed already done.

"Why not?" I raised an eyebrow at her direction.

"Cause I sighed a clause for two of us!"

"You whattttttttttttttt?"

"If you walk out right now, you've gotta pay damages for intruding on private properties. And event!" She clarified sounding dramatic.

"What damages...?" I blinked unbelievable. I mean I know my bestie is crazy but I didn't think too far she'll get us into this dangerous trouble. She only shakes her head in a more dramatic melancholic way. "Just how much?"

"Three thousand!" She smiled. That smile was a silent plea.

"I really am dragging you with me to the psychiatric once we are out of here." I remark, glaring at her.

"So you're not bailing out!" She inquired eyeing me.

"How much is in for you?"

"One five zero zero for each for us." Her mood seem to have lit. "An extra five hundred for bringing an extra hand." She added trying so hard to hide a smile.

"So basically we are walking out of here with three thousand five hundred in dollars?"

She nods a positive answer. "Then God help anyone that'll so much as touch my dress!"

The pay sounds just too good for the job to be entirely decent.

"You're the best!" She squeak, hugging and kissing my cheeks.

"I wouldn't be crossing mountains for you if I weren't." I groan back.

"We've only got thirty minutes! I'll help you!

And thirty minutes later, we walked out of the room wearing a wig with a bang and two ponytails, a circled~shaped big eyeglasses, innocent makeup and, sexy maid uniforms.

One hour into the job gone and so far, no one has made a vivid attempt at sexual harassment. I just had a few leeching eyes to fend off with some scowls. My bestie and other two had majorly of the male attention. They had more fuller curvier bodies than me. And even with what, I had a feeling they had almost no molestation to complain.

For an event of seemingly rich powerful people, I'll say they were creepily well behaved tonight.

Or maybe they are just waiting for the perfect timing to jump out of all that acting so responsibly and gentlemenly.

Or it could be that the women they had by their side were doing the perfect job of keeping them on a tight leash.

Whatever the reason for the current situation is, I really am grateful.

And hope it stays this way til the end.

I had barely finish showering my silent gratitude when a hand touches the flair of my dress. Reflex action, I slap it away with the hand that wasn't holding the tray.

Lucky for me, I had just finished serving away the glasses and was on my way to refill some orders.

It would have been crashy and messy.

With crashing comes attention.

"Back off!" I growled at the man in question.

A pity that beauty was wasted on an attitude like his. He was tall and slender. Plus he's got a nice jaw. His hair short and in style.

And that tuxedo, I gotta admit, it had me thinking what will he look like without it.

At that point, the image of a certain big man popped into my head. It had my mind reverting into order.

"I'll like you!" He said, a glint in his eyes as he sips the content of the champagne glass.

"A pity you'll never get to decide." I mocked walking out of him. Not a flinch of regret hitting me. While the placed reeked of well~to~do persons, I didn't walk in with the intention of hooking up with anyone.

"What's your name?" I could hear him following in my step despite the crowd around.

"Not interested in whatever it is you have to offer me." I exclaimed raising my pace.

He gets drag off my radar before he catches up with me. In my head, I thank the woman while being sorry for her. The last thing I'll want is been around a man who flirts with the next alone skirts his eyes scans out.

I go into the kitchen area, I fill in my tray with the delicacies this time, instead of the drinks. I was tired of walking around too carefully because I had four long thin glasses ready to break at the slightest misstep.

"Can you imagine three different people tried to squeeze out my number off me?" A voice behind me giggled.

"I thank my stars for carrying a natural glare around. Always!" I utter back not turning around since I knew whose voice it was. And right now was impossible to talk~trash men.

"Do be careful though!" I add before she scurried off. Not that she needed any reminder from me. When it comes to men, she's usually a lot more levelheaded.

Few steps later, my body stop dead on it track, my eyes staring directly ahead.

"I am fried!" I hear my voice whisper out.

"And squished!" I hear another tiny voice of mine add .