Until I Met You

Grace

Yesterday's party was one hell of a thing. So many things happened. Jake explained what happened to people, more likely women in the Red Zone, his warning to guys of that group not to touch me, meeting his father, him telling his friends about us and finally that man.

He was one of my customers.

One of the customers that I had.

His name was Ben Smith. He was one of the customers that I had from my website. Some people that I meet through this website don't always turn out to be good.

I still remember that day vividly, when I first met him.

He sounded nice and respectful on the phone. Nice enough for me to accept our meeting at my designated working place. I remember he tried and asked me to come to a hotel. I insisted when I told him that I worked at a fixed place just to feel safe. My reply made him angry, and he threatened me to cancel our meeting. When I said that he can cancel it, he again backed down on negotiation. He tried the other way to lure me out by offering more money. He told me that he would give me two hundred dollars if I agreed to his terms. I flat out rejected him.

Later he called me back and accepted it with our previously set price. I was still going to reject him, but he apologized sincerely or what I thought was his sincerity, and said that he just wanted to be cautious from his side. He didn't want anyone to find that he needed an escort. I understood those kinds of situations. Some of my clients had and still want to remain anonymous. They preferred their own decided place to avoid any situation where they didn't want any other person to find out about them. Sometimes, they were cheating on their wives and sometimes just didn't want a society to judge them for being so pathetic that they had to hire an escort.

So I accepted his offer. I had thought everyone deserves a second chance. But he proved me wrong.

Not everyone deserves a second chance.

In the beginning, he was nice enough to greet me like a gentleman. We exchanged pleasantries and money. Then his demeanor changed, and he rudely ordered me to strip. His tone was very rude when he said "Strip."

When he talked on the phone, he didn't mention anything specific. Like any bondage or role he wanted us to play. He just said that he wanted a good company with some good sex. But when he spoke in front of me, his tone and words obviously indicated that he only saw me as a whore who will do anything to please their customers, but in my case that's not how the things work with me.

I very politely asked him to not use that kind of tone or any sort of demeaning words. He told me to shut up and don't talk back to him as he had paid me and had handled my trashy lecture about working at a fixed place. He started rumbling about how he was being generous for allowing a slut like me to enjoy a five-star hotel service, only to be rejected rudely.

His words hurt, a lot more than I wanted to accept. I didn't want anything to do with him, so I told him that I'm not doing it. That turned him angry like a bull, ready to charge. He grabbed me and pushed me face down on bed so fast that I didn't even realize what had happened. Air had left my lungs, and I was shocked for a few minutes. When I got over my shock I started struggling to both fight him off of me and struggling to breathe. He turned me on my stomach that was when I had realized he had bound my hands with his tie. His shirt's button was open. His knees were on both sides of my thighs. He fumbled with my tops button when I raised my knee and hit him in his crotch. He cried out grabbing his crotch, I took that opportunity to scream for help. He had instantly shut my mouth with his meaty hand but it was too late as two of the bodyguards entered our room. They had snatched him off of me.

What had happened after that was history? He was thrown out of the building. He was given a strict warning to never be seen near me again. He was also banned from our building. I didn't file a complaint against him because that was not an option. It would have involved police and my foster parents would have found out about my job. I couldn't risk it. Not even for this. Hence, he was off with a serious warning. Luckily, after that incident I never met him again. Until yesterday.

Jake was taken away by his friends or family members. I had to go to pee. When I was leaving the washroom I bumped into a guy. I was about to apologize, when I noticed who he was. I jerked back with the realization and he just smirked. His eyes scanned me and I had felt like I was standing naked in front of him except I was very much covered. I said, "Excuse me." Wishing that he won't recognize me but my hope was shattered when I tried to walk past him, but he stopped me with clasping his hand around my wrist and pulling me hard into his chest. I staggered into him with a loss of control over my balance. I gained my balance and pushed hard into his chest and backed away.

"What are you doing here?" He had asked.

"You know it's not for sluts like you? Or are you here to serve someone?" His presence mixed with the position that I was in and the place I was in left me speechless. I couldn't ask for help or fight him off there because not only it would reveal who I was but also it would have ruined Jake's plan. He could have just shouted out loud about me and I would have been double screwed with Jake and my reputation. I had thought about running away. It seemed like that was my only option at that point. I was going to bolt when I felt an arm snaking around my waist, making me jump. I shivered with shock and relief when I realized it was Jake. I managed to convince Jake and left that place. Jake and I had left the party. I thought he was going to bombard me with questions like, "Who he was?" or "How do I know him?" and such. But when both of us got into his car he just asked me if I was okay. Then he didn't say anything about that topic. I was so glad that he left it at that. During the time of our drive I kept on thinking that Jake was not as big of a jerk that he seemed. Our talk about the Red Zone left me thinking what else I misunderstood about him. I've never seen him bully people except for telling them who ruled our college. I've never seen him fight before only heard about these fights. Maybe those were real because he did confess he liked to fight. Among these questions were the incident that Angela had told me about that guy who went against him and his shirt being found covered in blood. When he stopped in front of my house he gave me instructions to lock the doors like a father. Then he said goodbye and left. Simply left.

Leaving me with many unanswered questions.