Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Her long-sleeved blouse, albeit primly buttoned all the way to her neck, was also incredibly tight, the fabric straining across her chest and looking like the buttons were fit to burst any moment. Her tight, black A-line skirt was no better – or worse, depending on how one looked at it – the hemline falling well below her knees but with a slit at the back promising a glimpse of her underwear...if one was lucky.
The look was completed with crimson stilettos and a pair of black, wide-rimmed glasses.
He sized up the rest of his group – brash, heavy-smoking businessmen from Shanghai, mostly middle-aged – and knew exactly why they had requested their tour guide to come dressed like a strict teacher with a naughty little secret.
Bullies on the outside, the billionaire concluded idly, and masochistic Mama’s boys on the inside.
“Good evening, boys.” Her accent was thicker than usual, and she planted her hands on her hips as she spoke, the position causing her to thrust her breasts forward. An audible gulp could be heard from the other men of his tour group, and he wouldn’t put it past them to silently pray for the woman’s blouse to burst open.
“Is it everyone’s first time to come to RLD?”
When the other men started speaking at the same time, her lips pursed in disapproval, and everyone shut up.
Something about the way she acted was familiar, but the billionaire couldn’t quite place where he had seen the same gesture before.
“For tonight’s tour, I expect all of you to behave. Because if you don’t—-” Her brown eyes narrowed behind her large glasses. “I’m going to be very, very mad – and then I’ll have no choice but to punish you.”
As the Chinese businessmen tripped all over their words in their haste to assure her of their good behavior, realization dawned on the Dutch billionaire. If he wasn’t mistaken, her every word and gesture was patterned after vintage teacher-student porn films——
Cheeky little minx. He almost, almost laughed, and he probably would have if they hadn’t moved on to the next stop. She launched into her next spiel.
While the other men in his group constantly fought over the right to stand next to her, the billionaire deliberately remained at the back, content to savor the way her seductive voice caressed his ears.
When they stopped in front of a sex window, she wagged a finger at the group, saying, “Now, boys, it’s very, very rude if you knock on all the windows when you have no intention of hiring the nice girls behind them.”
“Time is a commodity for our sex workers, so we must respect their time.” More finger wagging, but she also wetted her lips at the same time to soften the blow.
The strategy proved effective, with everyone’s heads bobbing dutifully.
He had to admit he found the sight just as stirring, and he would probably be as secretly aroused as the others as well if not for one thing—-
The way she had wetted her lips was too exaggerated, and instead of looking seductive as her tongue came to lick her lips, she had looked like – for the first second or two – she was sticking her tongue out as an expression of disgust.
It had him discreetly coughing this time, the only way to cover his amusement. He had a feeling the ploy was inspired by yet another scene straight out of a porn flick.
“If all you want is a little bit of visual pleasure, then please consider going to a peep show. It’s only a few euros for two minutes, and if that’s not enough, then there’s also an adult theater where you can watch from thirty minutes to an hour. Nin ming bai ma?”
The Chinese businessmen laughed and clapped their hands at her fluent delivery, all of them looking fit to kiss her feet.
When the tour officially ended, the men asked to have their photographs taken with her, to which she haughtily agreed, still very much in character. She posed gamely and patiently with the Chinese businessmen one at a time, striking one different pose after another.
“Group picture,” one of the businessmen yelled.
Everyone cheered and scrambled to crowd towards their tour guide.
The Dutch billionaire stepped forward, murmuring affably, “Let me take the picture.”
“Thank you.”
“Xie xie.”
“You are so very kind.”
The billionaire only smiled as he took the iPhone offered to him and counted one to three before clicking on the camera button on the screen. He wasn’t being kind. If anything, he was being generous because he knew after this tour—-
She was his.
Chapter Two
“And that’s all the client asked for? That I come in casual clothes?” Ilse balanced her years-old iPhone between her ear and shoulder as she struggled to get out of her clothes in the shortest time possible. She had only ten minutes before her next booking, which – albeit totally unexpected – was very much welcomed.