"Anyway, you did exactly what I told you," he said low. "Made them look, made them want. That's how you keep this job. That's how you make money."
Mira nodded, breathing fast. "I was scared at first, but I thought of what you said, my body is my power."
"And it is," he smirked. "Your best tool. Men pay anything for it. I'll make sure they pay a lot."
A loud knock, then the door pushed open. A big, burly man stuck his head in, Kato, a regular with a red face and greedy eyes.
"Blane," he grinned, staring right past him at Mira. His gaze roamed her tan skin, blue hair and curves, licking his lips. "Looking for the new girl. Heard she was special. Damn, she is."
Mira's eyes widened in surprise. She stepped back, covering herself more. "Me? You were looking for me?"
"Damn right," Kato said, pushing inside. "Got money, pretty girl. Lots of it. Wanna take you to a private room. Have some fun. I'd fuck you right here if I could."
She looked at Blane, scared and lost.
Blane didn't move. He just stood there, his eyes lazy but sharp, watching like he enjoyed the show. In his mind, he thought of her soft face, her beautiful blue flame, he wanted that face for himself but this wasn't just about money. This was about sin. He loved seeing men like Kato burn with lust, loved watching them give in to their dirty wants. Cash was just a bonus. What he really fed on was the sin they gave him freely.
"Kato," he said. "Rules. Private rooms cost extra and you don't just walk in here."
Kato laughed, waving a thick pile of cash. "I know the rules. Got the money. Name your price. I want her. I'll pay double."
Blane's eyes looked at the cash, then back at Kato's greedy face. He didn't care about the money, but he cared about the sin he was about to do. Let Kato think he was buying fun. Blane was getting something better: a piece of his soul, full of dirty desire, perfect for him to feed on.
"Double sounds good," he said, stepping close. "But she's new. Be gentle at first and pay me first. No exceptions."
"Deal!" Kato handed over a stack of bills.
Blane counted fast, tucked it in his pocket, then looked at Mira. She stood there, eyes wide, shocked. "Mira," he said firm. "Go with him. Remember, your body is your power. Use it. Make him happy. Make him come back."
Mira swallowed. She looked at Kato, then Blane. "Okay," she whispered, stepping forward, hands shaking but holding his gaze.
Blane watched her walk to Kato. He saw Kato grab her waist roughly.
The private room was dim and smelled like cigars and whiskey. Kato grabbed Mira tight, his rough hands roaming over her tan skin. His stubble scraped her ear as he whispered dirty things. This wasn't what she'd imagined but she'd chosen this. She'd needed to escape and now she had to face it.
Blane's words rang in her head: Your body is your power. Use it. She glanced at the door, hoping he might be watching, but she knew he'd taken the money and sent her here. She was alone.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed down her fear. She pressed herself against Kato, moving her body slow and teasing, just like she'd practiced. Her hands touched him, pretending to be confident, even though her stomach twisted with disgust.
Her moves got bolder. She whispered things she'd heard the other girls say and she felt Kato's excitement grow. She had power here, she was making him want her but even as she did it, she felt a part of herself shrink away. She was selling herself, piece by piece.
Still, she kept going. She closed her eyes and let the movement take over, her mind far away from this room.
As Kato pushed his pants down, revealing himself, Mira felt a wave of surprise, followed by a flicker of disgust. He was pretty small. Smaller than she'd expected, smaller than she'd imagined.
Kato, misinterpreting her expression, grinned, a smug, satisfied smile that made Mira's stomach turn. "You like what you see, sweetheart?" he asked. "I promise, I know how to use it."
Mira knew she had to do it. She knelt in front of him, her hands shaking. She took him into her mouth, moving slow, just like she'd learned but the taste hit her right away bitter and salty, making her stomach turn. She wanted to gag, to pull away, but she forced herself to keep going. His hands grabbed her head roughly, pushing her closer, and she hated every second of it and he came after.
Kato, still smirking, opened his eyes and looked down at Mira, his chest heaving.
"Well, sweetheart," he said. "you've got a mouth on you, I'll give you that." He chuckled.
"Glad you liked it," she said, it was a lie, but Kato didn't need to know that.
Kato laughed, he pulled out a wad of cash, peeled off a few bills and tossed them at Mira. They landed on the floor beside her, a stark white contrast to the dark velvet of the couch. "Here you go, sweetheart," he said. "A tip for a job well done."
Mira looked at the money, then back up at Kato. She leaned forward, picked up the money and tucked it into her bag.
As she gathered her clothes and began to dress, she could feel Kato's eyes on her, could feel his gaze like a physical touch. She wanted to shrink away, to hide, to disappear.
"You alright there, sweetheart?" he asks, leaning forward, his hand cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Mira swallows hard. "I... I'm fine," she lies. "Just... just trying to catch my breath."
Kato's thumb brushes against her bottom lip, a gesture that makes her want to recoil. "Well, don't take too long," he says. "I've got plans for you tonight, and they don't involve you catching your breath."
"What... what do you mean?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kato grins. "I mean, I've paid for a full night, sweetheart," he says, his hand dropping away from her chin. "And I intend to make the most of it but don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to play."
Mira's stomach turns at the implication, but she forces herself to remain still, to not react. She's not sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't this.
Kato reaches out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he says. "I've been watching you all night, waiting for my turn. And now that I have you, I don't want to waste a moment."
"Alright," she says. "Let's play."
"Good," he murmured. "Because I've been waiting for this all night. I've been watching you, wanting you, imagining what you'd feel like, what you'd taste like."
Kato's hands moved to her thighs, pushing them apart, making room for himself. He guided himself to her entrance, his eyes meeting hers, a smug, satisfied smile on his face. "Ready, sweetheart?"
Mira nodded, her body tensing, her mind racing. "Yes."
Kato pushed into her, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he were trying to savor the moment. Mira felt a flicker of pain, a stretch she wasn't used to, but it was fleeting, overshadowed by the sense of emptiness. He was inside her, but she could barely feel him. He was small, his movements unremarkable.
Kato began to move, his hips thrusting, his body slapping against hers. He grunted, his eyes closed, his face contorted with pleasure. Mira watched him, her mind a whirlwind of disgust and detachment. She could feel him, could feel his pleasure, but it was distant, unimportant. She was here, in this room, with this man, but she was also somewhere else, somewhere safe, somewhere warm.
Kato's movements grew faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was close, she could tell. She could feel the tension in his body, could see the pleasure on his face. And she felt a flicker of satisfaction, a small, perverse pleasure in his pleasure. She was doing this to him. She was making him feel this way.
And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came. She felt him, felt the hot, bitter liquid filling her, choking her. He groaned, his body shuddering, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
As he pulled out, his body slumping against hers, Mira felt a wave of disgust, a revulsion that made her want to scream, to rage, to fight. She'd done this. She'd let this man use her, had degraded herself for money and for what? For a small, unimpressive dick and a few minutes of pleasure?