RIX P.O.V

“Rix, table number 6!” Harley, our bartender, shouted

"Coming!"

I picked up the tray containing beer and some food before heading to table 6.

"Here you go, gentlemen!" I put their order on their table.

“Thank you, Rix!” One of them shouted

I winked at them before returning to the counter. The bar where I work is full as usual; it has just opened, but it seems that the name has become famous among the people already.

Thanks to that, it was not difficult for the management to get a customer. We’re also grateful because, apart from more customers and good business, our manager is kind enough to give us a bonus apart from our salary.

Just like today, the night isn't that deep yet, but the place is almost full.
People don't care about the expensive entrance fee, drinks, or other services.

"Rix, room 3, please!"

I went to the counter again to pick up the order. It isn't much this time. A bucket of ice, an expensive drink, and a few snacks are the only things included.

It looks like someone's going to drink alone tonight.

Before I turned around to deliver the order, someone called me.

"Rix, wait!"

I searched for the voice who called me, and I saw Madam Glo, our manager.

"Why?"

She's catching her breath when she catches me.

"What table is that?"

"Room 3, madam." Her eyes widened.

“Oh no!” She straightened it up right away and quickly fixed my hair. My dress was pulled down to stretch the creases in the fabric and tighten the knot of the apron I was wearing.

"Ahm... Madam, what's up?" I’m wondering what’s happening. She just looked at me.

“Rix, remember that this is for VIP customers; you mustn't be sloppy! Entertain him if necessary! ”

Every pronunciation of her words is hurried.

“If his feedback here at our bar tonight is good, I'll give you a bonus! Twenty thousand immediately! ” She added. Wow, twenty thousand right away? Are you that big-time VIP in room 3?

I narrowed my eyes on her and said, "There's not a drug lord in there, right?"

She hit me in the arm.

“Shh! Of course not; I won't put you in those, and you're too clumsy to serve them! We might lose the bar's good reputation in less than a minute if I let you serve them.”

Suddenly the posture of her face faltered, an eyebrow raised that seemed to say, "Obviously!

I acted like I was in pain. I put my free hand on my chest and acted like I was crying.

"You're mean to me, madam!", "I'm just a waitress, madam!" I added.

She just laughed at me.

“All right, hurry up, and it's VVIP! Always remember, don't be clumsy! Entertain the guest.” She reminds me.

"Okay, madam!"

On ordinary days, I am just a waitress, but there are times like this when madam will let me entertain a customer.

I don't interact with the customers, but if they told me that they would pay me in exchange for a dance, I would gladly do so. That is also the reason why I am not an expert in dancing because the more you dance gracefully, the more money will come.

It’s another thing when they want me to be a stripper, but mostly I don’t do that.

I went to the VVIP place; this is the part of the bar I like the most. The surroundings are not noisy, and you rarely see people outside their rooms. You also don’t see drunks in every corner because VVIPs are responsible when drinking.

The place where the VIPs and the regular partygoers are is different; there are also VIPs, but this includes the place where the regulars are. It was only a small room, and only a few utilities and services were available.

After a few minutes, I am now facing the door of room 3. I ran my hand through my hair again and sniffed myself. I need to make sure that I don't smell like cigarettes.

When I thought I was all right, I pressed the little button on the door. This serves as the doorbell that is connected inside the VIP room. The sound was not heard from outside, so it was necessary to do this first so that the people inside would know if anyone was entering.

No one can enter the VIP room without access from inside, even if you're a waitress.

Soon enough, the signal that the outsider could enter flashed. I smiled before opening the room.

"Excuse me, sir, here's your drink."

I am welcomed by a dark place.

Woah. I have almost mistaken this place for those you see in horror movies.

I roamed my eyes and saw a figure of a man. He was sitting and seemed to be just waiting for his drink.

No song was played on the speaker, and it was pretty dark. His face is slightly bowed. I can't see his face well.

Just as I thought, the customer is alone. He must be brokenhearted. Poor him.

I set the wine on the table.

"Is there anything you need, sir?"

It's a pity; it looks like he has no friends. That's the problem when you are rich: you don't have any friends; if you ever have one, you're lucky.

Life is unfair. But of course, if it's me, I would be happy. I would be happy because all I need is money.

I didn't say anything, but I took the wine and poured it into his glass. Aww, poor boy; he's too sad to be able to speak.

A deafening silence filled the room. Only the sound coming from his glasses could be heard.

He was still in that position after a few minutes, so I decided to break the silence.

I faked a cough. "Is there anything you need, sir?" I repeat it in a melodious tone.

He leaned back and let out a sigh. The man seemed even more sad, and so did my heart; he seemed to be hurt so much.

A few minutes ago, and that is just the situation in the room. Suddenly, I remembered Madam's order: when our customer doesn't have good feedback now, I should say goodbye to twenty thousand!

Oh no, I can't lose that money!
I decided to talk to the guy.

"My sir, that's really how life is; sometimes we have to be hurt for us to learn."

He didn’t speak, so I continued.
"And one more thing, there are many women in the world; you never know, sir, maybe you destined someone is just around the corner."
I added. He still doesn't speak or move, so my advice doesn't seem to be effective.

What else can I say? Maybe later he will suddenly strangle me and say that I am bragging. But I'm just concerned about him; I just want to help him with my beauty.

I was still thinking of what to say when he spoke.

"Destiny, you say..." His voice was baritone, like thunder echoing in the room.

Although I was surprised, I didn't let him notice it. What's with his voice? It almost seems like it comes from the underworld.

He laughed as if something amazed him; the dark surroundings didn’t hinder me from glancing at his slightly raised lips. Why is he smirking?

"Yeah, sir, destiny..." This time, I knew that the atmosphere in the room was changing; it was becoming more tense.

"I don't believe in such things," he said in a serious tone.

I was swallowed. Suddenly nervous.

“Wait, you know what? I’m really sad right now.”

“R-Really sir.." There seemed to be something stuck in my throat; the lively and supposed to lighten the mood words didn’t want to come out of my mouth.

"Ahuh, but what makes me happy is not you talking sh*ts."

He suddenly moved in his seat. Did I make him angry?

Please no…

I'm nervous. This time, it seemed to be lying on the couch in its current position.

I can't understand what he's doing.

It only took a few seconds for him to speak again: “Why don’t we use your mouth for other things? Maybe this time it’ll lighten me up.

"KNEEL."

Everything feels surreal; I was just outside a while ago while giving the customer’s orders, but now I’m on my knees in front of a stranger.

My mind seemed to stop working, and my body became submissive to this man. Just a word from him, and here I am, kneeling in front of him.

I felt him move as I sat up, approaching me. Using his two fingers, he lifted my head in front of him.

“I’m wondering…” His face slowly approached mine.
He extended his finger that was holding my chin, and even though it was dark inside the room, I can still feel his gaze directly at me.

“What expression would this face make?”

His hand slowly descended to my neck, wrapping his long fingers around it. I could feel its size and roughness, which only added to my nervousness.

It took me a long time to understand what was happening, but he suddenly tightened his grip on my neck.

"When I f*ck you hard and rough,"

***

"Slurp .."

The thing between his thighs is making a sound as it goes in and out of my mouth. It's so big that I can't swallow it whole. It barely fits in my mouth.

This is the first time I’ve done this for a guy. Yes, I was sidelined once as a stripper, and I've met a lot of people, but I didn’t let them make me do this, and touching is the only service I can give...

The thought of me doing this to a man doesn’t make me disgusted, but here I am now, doing it for him.

Every time I see this man enjoying himself, I can't help but do better at what I’m doing. My p*ssy was already wet, and every time his manhood beat, I could feel my p*ssy tingling.

I sucked his d*ck, which made him moan. I love it even more.
With my two hands, I choked his d*ck. He lifted his chin.

"D*man it!" He seems to be in ecstasy.

He pulled my hair and guided me to the faster way to suck his d*ck.

I almost choked at the length of it; I could already feel it hitting my throat, but it added to the fire of my eagerness to please him.

I grabbed both of his thighs.

Why is he so big?
It’s as if I’m looking at a child’s arm when I look at his’!

"Stand up, b*tch." Wait what?

Did it just turn me on?

He lifted me and turned me away from him. I looked ahead and chased my breath as I waited for what he would do next.

His hand moved, and without saying a word, he removed my skirt. Sh*t, I'm just wearing pants!

I heard a sound that seemed to be torn next. Seconds later, I felt as if there was electricity flowing through my whole body.

My body started to shake as he ran his big fingers between my thighs.

A moan spontaneously escaped from my mouth: "Ah!"

He used one of his hands to hold the thing between my thighs; he then placed my hands on my back while his other hand continued to caress my soaking wet pussycat.

I could feel the ticklish sensation as he started to run his fingers up and down. He keeps on doing it, faster and faster.

I can feel my pussy getting wetter as he slides his rough and long fingers through it.

I couldn't hide my moan anymore. "Oh...

I didn't realize that my body was already meeting his every thrust.

"Ah, yes!"

Even though there was a cloth between my wet pussy and his fingers, I could still feel the heat coming from his fingers.

He quickened his thrusts, passing them to the part I was most sensitive to. I can hardly let go of my moans at how good it feels.

My knees began to tremble, signaling that I was about to collapse.

"Yes, yes, yes! I’m coming! ”

I could feel my body shaking, but he suddenly stopped.

What!

I immediately looked at him, but he removed the things from the table and put me there to sit in a position where I was facing him.

He grabbed the garter of the pants I was wearing and pulled it. He lifted my leg; now he was facing my wet pussy.

He stopped moving for a moment, seemingly staring at what was between my tights.

"Don't move." He said it emphatically.

Even though my position is a little awkward, I still obey him.

He let go of my legs, and I watched him adjust his position. He touched his erect dick. Even though the place was a bit dark, I could see how it throbbed, like it was so mad.

"Play with your pussycat for me." He said.

I was amazed at what I heard. Does he want me to make myself happy in front of it?

I thought for a moment, "What am I going to do? I haven’t done this in my entire life, but the thought of him watching me as I make myself happy in front of him turns me on.

I was hesitant to do it at first, but this is turning me on so much. I did what he wanted me to do: I bit my lip and put one finger on my cunt.

"Ah…" A moan escaped my mouth. I'm so sensitive right now.

I watched his reaction. He was still not moving, so I continued what I was doing.

I used two of my fingers and started playing with my cunt.

I couldn't understand my feelings; I was playing with myself in front of this strange man. I shouldn't feel this way, but somehow I'm excited for what will happen.

My eyes landed on his dick; it was hard as a rock. He started to pleasure himself. My hand automatically moves faster.

Oh gosh…

I wonder what I would feel if he rammed his long and thick dick inside my pussy...

I am going insane while thinking about it. I couldn't contain myself anymore. I inserted one finger into my hole.

"Oh…"

Only my little moan could be heard in the room.

He started to move his hand up and down faster, and I felt like I was going crazy. I inserted another finger into my left hand.

I cried. "ah!"

This feeling-! Shit!

Our hands are both moving as we're both praising ourselves.

My breath became harder to catch as my friend became faster.

"Ah, so good..."

In a flash, my eyes widened. "Oh gosh!"

My whole body trembled at the same time as the hot juice flowed from my womanhood.

“Oh…” It's good…

My juices keep flowing, and I can already feel that I am nearing my limit.

But even before I let it out, I decided to stand up. I want to stop what I am doing because it's embarrassing if I do it in front of a man that I don't even know.

Just what am I doing?

But even before I could stand, he moved in my direction.

I wanted to ask him what he wanted, but I felt something big and hard had entered my hole.

"Ah!"

My eyes rolled. How dare he!

“Ah, sh*t… You’re so tight." He moaned harshly.

He thrust hard. Every thrust of his is rough; it's almost as if he's angry.

He's fucking me!

"D*mnit!"

I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. He continued to fuck me even though I was lying on the table. Is this table hard enough to withstand us?

The man's thrust became faster. Good heavens! Oh shit's

What is this feeling? It's as if I am on top of heaven!

"Oh gosh, yes, yes." I don’t know where to turn my face. I seem to be losing consciousness. I could feel his dick coming out of me.

He's monstrous!

Only our moans could be heard in the room.

"Ah- here I am!"

"F*ck, I'm coming!"

Our bodies trembled at the same time.