Next morning, the story goes on.

You are a little confused when you wake up in the next morning and find yourself in a completely different room again. It is neither the room in your old home nor the one in your father’s mansion. But then you remember that you yesterday haven’t went home from your club visit. After the sex with Jamie, you just slept in the office of your new lover. The couch is surprising comfy. You carefully get up and look around. Jamie is nowhere around. You wonder where he is.

On a chair next to the couch is a pile of fresh clothes and your dress from last night. A demolished jeans, a black tank top and some underwear. Not bad looking at all. For a moment you wonder where Jamie got your measurements, but you are not sure you would forgive him the answer. And considering, that your panties from yesterday are missing, you are quite sure you would kill this gentle pervert if he would be around.

You put the clothes on and head out of the office. The VIP-area is now full of daylight and white blankets cover every table. The only person around is a woman, who seems to check something at the bar. You remember her. It is Sarah, the girl who had to spend the night with your brother. She seems fine and unarmed, so you think it is safe to talk to her.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Sarah greets you calm but not exactly thrilled, “how are you? Do you want something? The boss allows all of his … bed-bunnies to use the kitchen and shower.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you reply polite, “how about you? You had to spend the last night with my brother. Are you alright?”

“I … well, thanks for asking,” Sarah says surprised, “I’m sorry if I insult your family or something, but your brother is a pig.”

“Yes, I’m afraid he is,” you mumble sorry, “I’m sorry, that he treated you bad. Can I somehow make it up to you?”

“You surprise me, young Pike,” Sarah mumbles, “people from your society class normally care little about normal workers like me. Especially in a business like this.”

“Yes, I hear that often in the last time,” you admit, “I grew up with my mother. We were both working class, until … until I had to move in with my dad. But what exactly did my brother to you?”

“He insulted me, gave a shit about how I feel and even hit me,” Sarah explains bitter, “it’s fine, don’t worry. I guess I overestimated my experience and his drunkenness. He was too drunk to get hard and blamed me for it. According to him, it is my fault and I’m too ugly for my job. I tried to calm him somehow, but he choked me and tried to take me by ****. I assume he gets off from ****. He insulted me a few times and, in the end, he came all over my face, called me a slut, slapped me and left.”

“I’m sorry to hear this,” you say and sigh, “can I do anything for you? I can talk to him, my dad or Jamie, if you want. Or maybe you have another problem I can help with.”

“I wouldn’t say no to dating one of your rich neighbors and friends, as long as they are less big assholes,” Sarah mumbles and chuckles a little, “dating rich guys has an advantage. They may be arrogant airheads, but they pay for everything. Don’t worry. Your brother was not as worse as the others told me. He wasn’t sober enough to be really dangerous. And Jamie pays me enough to make such troublesome clients acceptable. Still, it was nice to talk to somebody. Especially a rich girl who is not the biggest bitch on earth. You would be surprised what kind of bitches we have here sometimes.”

“I give my best to not earn this title,” you reply, “but seriously, if my brother ever gives you serious trouble, talk to me. I will see what I can do.”

Sarah nods friendly and you head to the kitchen. You allow yourself a cup of coffee and take a short shower before leaving the club. You could now call your father or Eric and tell them you need a ride. But you remember from yesterday, there is a bus stop close to the club. Always driving by car is bad for environment anyway. Sadly, when you arrive you see a note at the bus stop. It says that because of nearby construction work on the street, this bus stop is out of use.

You sigh and open Google Maps. According to it, there is another, really working bus station just a few streets ahead. Well, it is just a short walk and you need to stay fit anyway. With all the food in the mansion, you will soon grow fat if you don’t move more. Eventually you should sign up in a material arts studio again, like you did in your old hometown. It was fun and you learned a lot of tricks and techniques to defend yourself. After some years, you even were allowed to teach the new students.

You like thinking back to this time, even if it is just a few months ago. And you are so lost in your memories, that you hardly notice how your surroundings change.