I am Gemma and I'm a prostitute. Is it disgusting? They see me as a dirty woman. But not even a single person asked why I had to do it. This world lacks justice. "Take the money and take off your clothes." "But this is a university bathroom."

"Stop pretending. Let's just have a good time." "Let me go! I'm not a prostitute nor an actor. I haven't acted in any dramas. I'm telling the truth. Let me go!" She screamed as I carried her and almost threw her above my bed. Before she could make a move, I went above her and removed everything that would get in my way. I spread her legs as one of my hands held her hands above her head. Before she could kick me away, I was already pushing my excitement into the tight, alluring pink passage. Ah!! I never expected her part to be this enticing. "Quit the act. Let's enjoy ourselves together," I whispered to her ear before I pressed my finger against that alluring pink slit, and she let out a moan. Ah! I really need it. I stared at the connection between us. Damn...blood! My head almost exploded when I looked at the face of the young woman under me. She was gasping heavily. She was in tears, trembling uncontrollably. “You... are not… Damn!” I muttered a curse under my breath. It seems like she played a role in another drama. Who would have guessed that she wasn't the person Chandler sent to me and who suddenly appeared at my door? I understand it now. I've come this far and I can't hold myself back. "How much do you want...in exchange for what I did?" I asked the woman lying naked beneath me. She remained silent, only sobbing softly. "Don't you have a voice?" I thrust myself inside her, causing her to flinch and almost scream. "I asked how much it would cost... in exchange for your virginity?" She took slow breaths and stared into my eyes. The look in her eyes made me tremble for a moment. There was something about this woman that captivated me. Her face resembled someone I once knew.