The Wicked Mrs. Gastrell (English version)

Flashback

“Karina!”

I turned to the shrill voice who called me and was surprised to see Missy walking slowly to my small cart of snacks by the side of the road.

“Missy.” I gave him a small smile when he got close to me.

“How are you?” He asked in a sincere way while looking at me.

I sighed and smiled bitterly. “I’m still the same Karina. I’m still struggling. I didn’t get the vacancy as sales lady I’m applying in a mall. The position is full so I’m back to my old habits. How’s Cerro Roca doing?”

He gave me a meaningful look before bringing his face slightly closer to me.

“Cholo is looking for you.”

I was stunned for a moment before stirring the drink in the jar.

“Missy, what else does he need? I did it. We did it.”

“Fool, don’t be nervous about that. He said he just wanted to see you. He was asking me if I knew where to find you. I couldn’t answer because you suddenly disappeared.”

I weighed what he said in my mind and formed a conclusion.

“Is he not satisfied? Does he want me to repeat the service to him?”

I was no longer ashamed of saying it because no one would hear because no one was buying yet.

Missy nodded with a little envy on his face. “You hit the spot, Karina. It looks like Cholo missed you. He paid you a lot, but don’t worry there’s another payment for now.”

I thought for a moment before immediately nodding. “Alright. Where?”

Missy was surprised for a moment at my immediate agreement but her face immediately changed to a smile.

“I’ll call you later so we can go to Cerro Roca together. Give me your number.”

After I gave the number to him, he immediately left. I was left questioning myself if I made the right decision.

As soon as I entered the exclusive club, I was instantly deafened by the loud music coming from the heavy speakers around the place. The dance floor was full of young people dancing to the rhythm of the music. The DJ lights from the ceiling and floor of the club near the stage where there is a man with no shirt and full of tattoos on his chest are both an eyesore. Most people are already sweating but none of them seem to have any intention of stopping their bodies from grinding.

I was a bit dizzy with the smell of expensive cigarettes and alcohol that permeated the whole place. I’m not used to this. Seems like the air is getting thinner every time I take steps.

I squeezed through young people who were obviously rich to get to one side of the stage where a bearded bouncer was standing.

Missy’s instruction is to just ask the man where Cholo is.

Someone grabbed my waist from the side and whispered. “Hey, sexy. Wanna have some fun tonight?”

I was unable to answer. I just removed his hand from my waist without looking at him and continued walking towards the bouncer.

The man didn’t chase me so I breathed a sigh of relief.

I approached the bouncer and simply whispered. “Where is Cholo? It’s from Missy.”

The man looked at me with distrust before he took a key from his pocket.

“Upstairs. Left side. Room 5.”

I took the key and held it tightly.

“Thank you.”

I pulled down the short white halter dress I am wearing and climbed the narrow stairs he pointed to.

My hands are cold and I’m sweating in my groin and armpits. I hope I can do what Missy told me.

His voice was echoing in my mind when our car stopped in front of the club earlier.

“You are the one who’s working. Remember, you were paid for your performance.”

How? How to work a Cholo Gastrell?

“Come what may.”

I took a big step in the direction the bouncer said.

The second floor of the club is large and quiet with ten rooms. I stopped in front of a door with “5” written on the outside. I looked at the key in my hand, which was also number five.

This is it. I will see Cholo again after a few months. Behind this door is the man who has been messing with my system ever since.

Closing my eyes, I inserted the key into the keyhole and then turned the door open. I opened my eyes and stooped to enter the room and closed the door behind me. I slowly looked up and my eyes almost popped out at the sight that unfolded before me.

On top of the white bed was Cholo lying naked with his eyes blindfolded with a white cloth. He put his hand on the back of his head and moved in my direction. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from making a noise.

My eyes focused on Cholo’s half-aroused manhood. He’s really big. I can’t quite figure out how it fits me. I looked at his hairy chest down to his legs and thighs. I only noticed it now because I was staring at him freely. I was afraid and hesitant when we first met, so I didn’t get a good look at his body.

“Are you just going to stand there? I paid you to do your work. Come here and pleasure me now,” he said gruffly. “And I wouldn’t want you to talk. Now come up here and join me naked.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

My hair immediately stood up all over my body when he said that.

“Faster,” he ordered in an impatient tone.

I could do nothing but follow his orders. I took off the short dress, bra, panties, and finally my heels. I immediately shivered at the blast of the air conditioner.

“Done? Then come here already. You’ve got a lot of work for tonight.”

Without flinching, I climbed onto the bed as he said. I swallowed my shame and doubt when I got a close look at his manhood. My eyes widened. Its head is a little pinkish. It’s already big in this state, what more when it’s really aroused.

Cholo’s body also fleshed out a little. His shoulders, arms and chest expanded.

“Hold it now,” he ordered me in an impatient tone.

My eyes widened, I just stared at what he wanted to hold me. I can not do it. I was even too nervous just looking at it. What more if I really hold it?

“What’s wrong? I paid you for this. Now do it.”

What Missy said to me echoes in my mind again.

With my eyes closed, I slowly reached for his manhood and held it. It feels soft and hard and warm in my hand.

“Shit!” Cholo shouted, making me jump away. “Why are your hands cold? You’re freezing my balls!”

I smiled and rubbed both my hands together then blew air before returning my hand to his penis.

“Now move,” he ordered.

“How?” I said in a low voice.

We were both stunned. I forgot what he said earlier that I should not speak. He pushed my hand away and turned back to lie down.

“Get dressed and get out,” he said in a cold voice as if he had lost his appetite.

Even though I was confused, I obeyed him. In my mind, I wonder if it is included in my payment, to pacify a child who’s wallowing in resentment.

I got off the bed and picked up the clothes to get dressed. Cholo was still lying motionless in bed.

Why is he still looking for me if he’s going to treat me like this? I don’t understand him. Why is he like this to me? I know he didn’t treat me this cold when he left me at the hotel. Why did he suddenly change?

I opened the door with a heavy chest and went out only to be surprised by the flash of the camera that greeted me.