His to Play With

Chapter One

Fernanda Montenegro was a senior student at High Heights College, in her final year as an anthropologist. She had the funds to pay her college fees for four years straight when her parents were alive, but with their sudden death in a tragic road accident, Fernanda had no means to do so. Her scholarship was valid for two years only, and working to pay off her tuition fees was not enough to cover even half of it. She needed another way, although it was considered condemned by society, Fernanda believed it could work. However, if her parents were alive, they would have disapproved the moment they knew.

Fernanda grew up in a highly respectable household, being the only child meant both her parents had enough time to raise her. Her father was a world-famous doctor, known for his perfect record of successful surgeries; not one went wrong. Her mother was the owner of a chain of pharmacies all around the country, so medicine was not unfamiliar in their home. Fernanda was always told how to dress and what kind of friends to have; she almost never had the freedom to do anything she wanted. Occasionally, her parents would take her out to celebrate everyone’s achievements. Their last celebration was when Fernanda had been accepted to go to college.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought about the many laughs she had with them when they were alive. They were strict, but they always made sure she knew she was deeply loved. Therefore, she had no need for boyfriends growing up.

Fernanda put on a short, crazy red bandage dress and stood in front of the mirror in her room, analyzing her figure. She was blessed with curves, standing five-foot-four with golden hair as soft as a feather pillow. The curls in her hair accentuated her slightly round facial structure, and her skin had a mixed breed, more like African American with a hint of Native ancestry, which explained her curves. Fernanda had a figure that drove men crazy; everywhere she walked, there wouldn’t be a man who didn’t wish he could warm her bed every night.

She was a woman of integrity, still a virgin at twenty-five and an honor student with flying colors. She needed to maintain her record of good grades so her parents’ efforts and sacrifices would not go to waste. She had to do what she really didn’t want to: find a job. An opening for a waitress at a very famous casino near Compass was posted right outside the café she would go to every day to study and enjoy a hot cup of cappuccino.

“Babe, look at this,” her friend Stacey pointed at the poster, showing her the job opportunity, knowing her friend was looking for a place to work.

Fernanda was not initially keen on the idea, but she eventually relented. It might have been filled with hungry men and booze, but the pay seemed to be worth it. Soon enough, she made up her mind to give the job a try.

“Miss Montenegro?” a bartender from the casino called out.

Fernanda, with her nerves on edge, answered with a hoarse voice and quickly cleared it before responding to the bartender, “Yes, that's me.”

The bartender looked at her from head to toe as if she were a very tantalizing meal and smirked, “You're up next.”

Fernanda could smell a lustful intent from a mile away, and this man reeked of it. She checked herself one last time and followed him to the office down a very suspicious-looking hall where interviews were being held. A lady, evidently intoxicated, stumbled out of the office Fernanda was headed to and looked at Fernanda with disgust. She wore leopard print tights with what looked like fur as a crop top, with massive cleavage, and Fernanda could see her n*****s reaching out.

“You don't have a chance, sweetheart. He only wants the sexy ones,” she slurred, clearly inebriated.

“Get out of here, Trish. Isn't this your fifth interview?” the bartender signaled for her to leave as he opened the door for Fernanda to enter.

“Whatever!” Trish responded as she struggled to walk straight through the hall.

Fernanda entered the office, and the bartender shut the door behind her. She looked back and saw him give her a thumbs-up through the blinds before disappearing. Her heart was pounding in her chest; she felt like turning back and finding some other way to raise the money for her tuition, even though this seemed to be her only option at the moment. She needed to woman up.

“Please, have a seat, beautiful,” a very plump man, who looked like he belonged to the mafia, offered her a seat at his desk with a hand gesture.

“Don't be shy. I don't bite unless it's necessary,” he laughed.

Fernanda walked to the desk and pulled her dress down a bit before taking a seat, not wanting her dress to ride up and provide a show for "Big Daddy" over there. She held onto her clutch and analyzed the room as she waited for him to pull out her documents.

“So, Miss Montenegro... My name is Sean, but you can call me Big Daddy,” he raised an eyebrow at her as he introduced himself.

“I prefer Sean, thanks,” Fernanda responded.

“Suit yourself. I'm just trying to break the ice here,” he said.

“Have you ever been a waitress?” he asked her.

“Um... no. This would be my first job in my whole life, but I'm a fast learner,” she said, hoping to score some points.

He saw the desperation in her eyes and tried to take advantage of the moment by asking her a few uncomfortable questions.

“Why are you here?”

“How much will you be expecting for your services?”

“And are you willing to do anything for it?” he popped out the big questions.

Fernanda thought for a second and realized she might be getting herself into trouble. Would she really be willing to do anything for the money?

“I have to do this,” she thought to herself.

“I need money to pay for my tuition. I saw a poster naming your price, so I thought I should apply. I'm willing to do anything, but I won't risk my life for the money,” she said, all at once.

Sean raised his eyebrow again at the mention of 'do anything' and saw an opportunity to take advantage.

“Anything, you say?” he got up from his desk and walked to the front to lean on it right in front of her.

“You know, this job requires a lot of sacrifices. You're a very attractive woman, and men will undoubtedly want a piece of you. Are you up for the challenge?” he asked, using his pen to push down the chest area of her dress to reveal her breasts. His breathing elevated as his member started to throb against his trousers.

Fernanda became too uncomfortable and moved the pen from her chest. She got up from her seat, fixed her dress, and started to walk out on Sean. However, Sean grabbed her in a swift second before she could turn and sniffed her neck, the scent of Dior traveling down his spine as he closed his eyes to inhale. Fernanda wanted to scream, but Sean held her mouth and put his other arm around her waist to restrict her movements. She was scared for her life.

Screaming won't do anything; everyone here works for me. They won't come to your rescue, so just be a good girl and show me what you can do to get the job, okay?" he demanded as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth. Fernanda shed tears as Sean started to lay kisses on her neck and navigate his way through the bottom of her very short dress. His rough and lustful touches made the experience much worse for her. Fernanda really didn't want to lose her virginity this way. Gathering up some courage, she kicked him with her knee where the sun doesn't shine.

Sean was left paralyzed for a good ten seconds, which was enough time for her to escape. She nearly tripped but made it and ran out the door, thankfully, it was not locked. She picked up speed despite wearing black and red ombre heels and was finally out of the casino, out of trouble.

"Are you alright?" a male voice asked her as she took a breather, laying her hands on her knees and wondering why she wore such high heels.

Fernanda got scared, thinking it might have been Sean, and nearly bolted for her life. However, when she came face to face with the Greek symbol of sexiness, her legs could not carry her any longer after seeing such beauty.