When Gwen White woke up, she found herself naked in a quilt.
Hot and horny, she knew very well that she had been drugged.
She looked around and noticed that the walls of the room were covered with mirrors. On the table not far away, there were leather whips, red wax, and handcuffs... There was even a camera on the end of the bed!
Was she taken for a porn star?
The medicine had almost fully kicked in. Gwen gritted her teeth to keep herself sober. No, she would rather hire a hooker than being insulted like a whore!
Too occupied to ponder over who had set her up, Gwen struggled to get out of bed. Fortunately, her enemy didn't expect that she would still have the strength and didn't lock the door.
Gwen was knocked unconscious at work and sent here. With no clothes on her, she could only wrap herself tightly in the thin quilt and run away barefoot. Not wanting to be recognized, she messed up her hair, smeared her overly thick makeup, and walked along the dark corners.
This brothel was famous for its great number of male and female prostitutes. The room with a plate on the door indicated that it was available tonight. The blue ones were for men prostitutes while the pink ones women.
Time was running out, and Gwen was so desperate that she didn't have many choices. One after another, she looked into rooms with blue plates but found no one.
She pushed open the last room at the end of the corridor in despair but was pleasantly surprised to spot a man sitting by the window.
The man turned when he heard the sound.
Under the dim light, Gwen could tell that the lean, muscular man was in perfect shape.
"One hundred for one night. Do we have a deal?" Her voice was hoarse as she asked bluntly.
She didn't know the market, but that was all she could offer.
The man furrowed his eyebrows in displeasure, his cold gaze shooting daggers at her. But Gwen no longer cared about this. She was burning, so she would have him no matter what!
She strode towards the man.
"Get out." Henry parted his lips, his icy voice almost freezing.
"As a staff here, you're picky about your clients? Well, I'm quite good—looking, so you got nothing to lose." Gwen had forgotten how horrifying she had turned her face just now.
She hurried forward. But the quilt on her body was long on the floor and just happened to be stuck under a chair.
The quilt slipped off Gwen, and she was tripped over. Tumbling, she fell onto the man!
Henry felt the boiling and smooth skin under his palm and was surprised to realize that she had no clothes on her.
She came naked here for a prostitute?
He sneered, "How horny of you to come here without even wearing clothes?"
Shame was written all over Gwen's face. She struggled to get up, but she was too feeble. So she ended up keeping rubbing against the man's body.
"Don't move." Henry was uncomfortable being rubbed by her.
Then, he trembled as if he had encountered something unimaginable.
A wave of heat rose from his lower abdomen. He was actually aroused by her?
Ever since the car accident, he had been impotent. And the doctors could not find out what the problem was.
It wasn't physical. He knew that he was perfectly healthy. For that, he even wondered if he liked men.
Before he could think more about it, the woman on him had completely lost her mind. She straddled his thigh and rudely pulled on his belt...
The second day, Gwen stared blankly at the messy sheets and her naked body covered with hackneys. The memory of last night was blurry, but she probably remembered it.
She had raped a prostitute.
Her face turned pale the moment the thought flashed through her mind. No, she must slip away while he was away.
She had done that thing to the man before he could say yes... It would be terrible if this was made a scene.
Gwen left a note of her account number of only a hundred left and its password. The small amount of money didn't require her identity, so she didn't worry that he would find out about her.
Bitter at the thought that she was no longer a virgin, she wrote down a sentence in annoyance.
Then she dug out a man's T—shirt that was big enough to be a dress for her and disposable underwear. Then she skillfully dodged all the cameras and left.
The moment she stepped into her home, an ashtray flew towards her!
