Erica Linden glanced at the mirror.

As expected.

Her face was flushed, and indeed, it looked considerably brighter.

Moreover, her skin had obviously become smoother.

She thought to herself that they say climax is the best skincare for women, and it certainly seemed true.

She grabbed Corinne Quance's hand and said, "Corinne, your masseur is indeed exceptional. Can you sell him to me? I'll pay any amount."

"You're joking, sister. A masseur is a person, not a commodity. How can I sell him?"

With those words.

Erica became somewhat anxious.

Corinne noticed her thoughts.

And said, "Sister Erica, how about I have him come to your room tonight to give you another massage?"

Upon hearing this, Erica was overjoyed.

She nodded repeatedly, saying, "That would be perfect, Corinne dear. Let's go shopping; I'll buy you a gift..."

And so it went.

The two of them cheerfully left the SPA.

And boarded a luxury Mercedes waiting at the entrance.

While they shopped.

Corinne noticed that not far from them, two men in sunglasses kept following, neither too close nor too far. Upon inquiry, she learned they were Erica's bodyguards.

Supposed to be bodyguards, but in reality, they were sent by Benson Caldwell to monitor her.

At nine in the evening.

Dirk Carter knocked on the door of Erica's hotel room.

He had barely knocked once.

When the door opened.

"Hello, Miss Linden, my name is Dirk Carter. Miss Corinne Quance sent me," Dirk said politely.

This was Erica's first time seeing Dirk.

Tall, with a handsome face, she was smitten at first sight.

She immediately pulled him into the room.

Sticking her head out into the hallway, she looked around and asked, "When you came up, no one saw you, did they?"

"No, Miss Quance told me to come up the stairs through the back door. I followed her instructions," Dirk replied.

Erica was pleased.

Because in the hotel lobby, there were bodyguards arranged by Benson Caldwell.

Another person was sitting at the elevator entrance.

The entire floor was booked entirely.

They said it was to give Erica peace, but in reality, it was to prevent her from meeting other men.

After closing the door.

Dirk glanced at Erica.

Now, she was dressed only in a robe.

During the day, he had only seen her body; now he finally saw the face he had long yearned for, and he felt nervous.

Seeing Dirk's blush appear.

Erica thought he was nervous.

She handed him a drink and said, "Young man, don't be nervous. Your service during the day was excellent, so I asked Miss Quance to call you over again."

Dirk nodded slightly.

And said, "Thanks for your recognition, Miss Linden."

Erica was already a bit impatient.

She quickly said, "Alright, let's not waste time. Follow me to the bedroom."

The two of them entered the bedroom one after the other.

With her back to Dirk, Erica let the only robe she wore slip to the ground.

Her enticing body was once again before Dirk.

She comfortably lay on the bed.

Assuming a cozy position.

Staring intently at Dirk, she said, "Alright, you can start now."

What she meant by starting was naturally in the same rhythm as during the day.

No, actually, it should be more eager than during the day.

Dirk was just about to place his hands on her thighs and proceed gradually.

When Erica said, "Start with my chest."

It seemed she was quite eager.

After some more kneading.

Erica's breathing quickened once more.

This time, she didn't hold back, gazing at Dirk with dreamy eyes, saying, "Can you take off all your clothes too?"

"Sure."

Without a second thought, Dirk agreed.

When his body, exuding masculine pheromones, was laid bare before her, Erica's eyes seemed to burn with fervor.

Staring at the area between Dirk's legs, she exclaimed, "Why... why is it so big down there?"

"Born this way,"

Dirk chuckled.

Continuing the massage.

This scenario was too much for Erica to bear.

She asked, "Can I touch it?"

"Of course, I'm here to serve you, whatever you like,"

Dirk replied openly.

Erica slowly reached her hand out, and upon contact, her face showed delight as if fulfilling a long-awaited wish.

Murmuring, "So big, how can it fit inside?"

"Miss Linden, would you like to try?"

Dirk asked.

Erica bit her lip, swallowed hard, and said, "I'm afraid I can't take it."

"No worries, Miss Linden, you can try. If it's too much, I can stop at any time."

"Really?"

Though Erica said so verbally, her eyes were nearly teary, with such longing that between her legs, a flood was unstoppable.

This was the intended effect.

Without waiting for Erica's consent.

Dirk moved between her legs.

Thoughtfully placing a pillow under her waist, he lifted her legs, inching forward.

Just this process.

Made her heart feel as if it would leap out of her throat.

Finally, she couldn't withstand such temptation any longer.

Murmuring, "Come in, come in quickly, I need you..."

Upon command.

Dirk thrust his hips.

What Erica had long awaited, eventually happened.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

With her neck arched back, she seemed entirely out of control.

In the time that followed, Dirk displayed everything he had learned, everything he was skilled at. Fast and slow, partial or fully, up and down, all with one purpose: to render Erica insatiable.

Once a master displays his skill, it's immediately evident if it's effective.

Erica gorged herself, indulging heavily.

By the time Dirk finished.

Erica's mouth wouldn't close.

Drool streamed from the corners of her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back.

Breathing heavily, she mumbled repeatedly, "Oh my God, I'm going to die... Oh my God, I'm going to die..."

In short, she kept repeating that phrase.

Looking at the bedsheet.

A large area was soaked.

Evidencing just how intense the encounter was.

Erica wasn't inexperienced, but ever since Benson Caldwell kept her, she didn't interact much with other men, unable to discern if Dirk was just that good or if it was the joy of quenching a long thirst.

In any case.

At this moment, she felt as if she was hovering at the peak of clouds, a feeling that lingered.

It took a full fifteen minutes.

Before Erica recovered.

She opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a checkbook, scrawled a series of numbers, and slipped it into Dirk's hand, saying, "Young man, you were incredible, sister loves it. Here, take it, don't be shy."

Dirk looked at the checkbook.

He was stunned.

Three hundred thousand.

A total of three hundred thousand.

It seemed that even if he were a 'gigolo,' he'd be a top-tier one.

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