Hotel Mates

HOTEL MATES-------EPISODE 2

I lay in bed feeling devastated. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to talk to, and my roommate wasn't very good at explaining this so-called funny thing.

At the foot of the bed lay a delicious check for $ 250,000.

Obviously the boss must have left it there as payment for my services. Did Stella mean make money in a cool way while having fun?

From the day she walked into our room as Stella's roommate, I saw Stella as a very wealthy girl.

My parents were not doing well financially and paid my school fees and gave me a small pocket money called pocket money.

Sometimes it even became difficult to give scholarships.

But Stella was different. She was a perfect example of what a poor man like me calls a rich man. She had a lot of clothes, a lot of handbags, an expensive cell phone and drove a sexy Range Rover Jeep.

Our room was well equipped. It had a flat screen TV, Freeview, home cinema, air conditioning, very pretty colorful carpet that matched the curtains, and a very large bed.

Stella bought them all. The only thing I brought into the room was a box of clothes.

At first, Stella lied to me, claiming that her parents were the only sponsors at her school, but I realized the magnanimity of the men she was dealing with.

Her parents were wealthy, so I thought these men were probably friends of her family, but one day, I can't remember the exact date, I told her about my financial situation. was the first time.

How difficult it was for me to assert myself in her school and whether she would help me in any way. She agreed to help me and told me that she had a lucrative business to do in her spare time. She said the company's name is 'FUN AND CASH' and it's very profitable, meaning it's about having fun and making money. The absence of stress and risk in business.

She told me that her first outing was in 3 days and that she would show me the shop that day.

I never thought my first time would be like this.

I wasn't a virgin, but being drugged and r***d wasn't the first image I had. Lying in my hotel room bed after the chief left that fateful morning, I felt so depressed and worthless, yet I knew my parents hadn't given me the money for the next ten years. I made a good money of $ 250,000 . . . .