The Business of Pleasure Chapter 1

On New Year's Eve, I took a five-hour sketchy ride to deliver adult toys to Julian Vance.

He blocked the door, not letting me in.

"This isn't for you."

"She's too innocent. She doesn't trust anyone else to deliver this."

He took the bag, glanced inside:

"She was worried you bought the wrong size."

"If it's too big, I guess you'll be the one enjoying it."

He thought of something and laughed softly.

"The girl inside is too pure. If it's too big, she won't let me in."

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The door closed right in front of my face.

I stood there, frozen.

It took me a while to process what he meant.

What did he mean by... I'll be the one enjoying it?

When Julian called me, his voice was husky, urgent.

"Come to me... hnnng... fuck."

The call ended.

Soon, he sent a location pin.

I thought he missed me during his business trip.

Carrying the toys he requested, I couldn't take the train due to security checks, so I squeezed into an illegal cab.

Arriving at the hotel.

I was shaken to the bone.

But he stopped me at the door.

"Vivian, give me the bag. Go back tonight. The company needs you."

I was stunned.

Through the door.

A woman's soft, sugary voice drifted out.

"Ah, is Sister Vivian really here?"

"Yes, your idol Vivian delivered it. Now, can I..."

"Mmhmm..."

Inside the room, the voices of a man and a woman faded away.

Only broken whimpers occasionally leaked out.

Housekeeping passed by.

My heart jumped.

I moved my feet in a panic.

A numb sensation shot from my soles to my heart.

The cleaning lady steadied me.

She glanced at the room.

"The guest has been at it since check-in. You don't need to listen at the door, honey."