Sultry music blasts through the speakers, radiating the floor from its intensity. Violet illuminates the stage, capturing every angle of the Angele. My stilettos click on the black marble floors as I force everything into my bag. After speaking with Diablo about our other connections, I decided to cut my shift short and head home.

One of my top paying clients wagers over two million dollars, but I want a night to myself. It's a rare opportunity to take a day off, but I deserve it. Especially after what I went through in New Jersey, it turned out harder than I could've ever expected. Being fucked in the ass by an old man isn't on my top list of priorities today.

Throwing the bag over my shoulder, I push through the curtains and beeline to the exit. Until another muscular, heavy body crashes into mine, causing my ankle to twist, and I tumble to the floor. Sighing, I move a strand of my hair behind my ear, and a painful current pierces through my ankles. 

"Mika." His concerned emerald green eyes land on mine and he leans downward, the sharp edge of his stubbled jaw clench, a noticeable sheen of sweat on his olive complexion.

Any sign of irritation is washed away and replaced with delight. Unlike the week before, he's made sure to dress up in upscale attire, a black Prada wool tuxedo, leather Gucci loafers, ballon bleu Cartier watch, and his raven black hair is swooped up perfectly. His gaze sweeps across my body as he waits for my hand to scoop me back onto my legs.

"You missed me already?" I coo, arching my brow with amusement.

Pink blossom taints his cheeks. "I-I just came for a drink."

My heart warms with mischievous at his stutter. Being around Asiel is like narcotics for a drug addict. His reactions and his words steer my addiction to a place with no return. Most people wouldn't admit to loving all the attention, but I boast about it. Asiel's attention especially. Without knowing, he has a way of making it so easy to want to toy with him.

I pout. "That's too sad."

He lifts me as if I weigh like a feather and grabs my bag from the floor. Once he hands it over, I beeline to the door until I feel a shadow presence hovering over me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Asiel looming over me like a long-lost puppy. How cute. He should've just admitted his true intentions to come here, so I wouldn't give him the silent treatment.

Asiel jerks in front of me, halting my movements by holding onto my shoulders. "W-where are you going?"

I shoot him a coy smile. "I'm taking the night off."

His face scrunches up with worry. "Why? Is everything okay? Are you sick?"

I giggle, failing to hold them back. "Why are you so worried about me if you didn't come here to see me? I'm sure you have million other better things to do."

He sighs heavily, sticking his palm on my forehead to check my temperature. "Nada es tan important como tú."

(Nothing is as important as you.)

I hum, licking my lips. "Is that right? It didn't seem like it a few seconds ago."

Asiel casts a sharp look, dragging his palm down his chin. "He mentido. He venido a verte porque no puedo sacarte de mi cabeza." A painful look settles over his features. He reaches over to cup my face. Tenderly. Lovingly. His thumb brushed along my cheek. To my disarray, my body melts into his touch. "Now, will you answer me?"

(I lied. I came to see you because I can't get you out of my head.)

"I'm okay, Ojos de Angel," I reply, his touch being a slight bit distracting. "Life threw a tad too many curveballs than I expected, so I'm just tired. I was planning to get some extra sleep and dinner."

His thumbs leave my cheek, his warmth disappearing along with it. "Sorry, am I wasting your time? We can always talk another time." Concern lingers on his tone as he begins to scoot away from me.

I grab onto his wrist. "It's fine. I don't mind giving up sleep if I'm able to spend a few extra hours with you. It will probably be our last conversation for a while."

Confusion washes over his face. "Wait, why?"

My hand rests on the golden chain necklace around his neck. He reaches over to grasp it. "Diablo informed me of my schedule for the next two weeks. You aren't the only one who's craving for a fraction of my attention."

Asiel sticks his tongue to his cheek. "I'm not craving your attention."

I roll my eyes. "Honestly, is always the best policy, Asiel. Your Ojos say everything, even if you lie against it."

"Podemos pasar la noche o unas horas?" he asks, gnawing at his bottom lip.

(Can we spend the night or a few hours?)

A smirk stretches across my face. "What do you have in mind?"

He ruffles up the back of his hair and shrugs. "Anything. Solo quiero estar contigo."

(I just want to be with you.)

One friendly, intimate conversation is all it took for Asiel to lose his composure. It's not like he had much, to begin with, but he was holding back. Sexual acts aren't the way into this man's heart. He's too pure, too light-hearted, too romantic. He's a hopeless romantic at its finest, but when I'm done with him...

He's going to be shattered glass.

My first thought is the club.

Asiel only comes for me, so the rest of the establishment to him must be a mystery. The other three floors are quite an adventure, unforgettable. Especially as a worker, the dungeon was pure hell back in my day. My last night in the dungeon was a disaster, with a lot of bruising and screaming. Maybe I should offer myself to the dungeon, so when I come out with bruises, Asiel will be on his knees.

My stomach jitters with excitement as I envision his reactions to the levels. "Have you ever thought about what goes down on the other three floors?"

Asiel's eyebrows knot. "Diablo mentions it has to do with illegal activities. I can't imagine the other floors having anything more promising than this one."

"What does this floor have that's promising?"

Asiel gazes at me, admiration brims on his face, but he hesitates before answering, "Easy. You."

An exhilarating jolt of electricity shot through my body as his face turns pink. People flatter me all the time. It's nothing new. I'm used to hearing things people would say to get what they want. Sex. Drugs. But he's different. He doesn't have an ulterior motive. That's a lie. But his intentions are more endearing than my other clients.

He almost makes me miss those human emotions I got rid of ages ago.

Almost.

Asiel's breath hitches as I lock our fingers, his gaze lingering leisurely on our joint hands. He doesn't resist the physical contact and follows my movement as I guide us through the crowd. A few of my clients glance in our direction, and I give them a little wave until we reach the elevator.

"Can I borrow your card?" I ask, holding my hand out.

He places it in my palm, not even questioning it. I tap his black card against the elevator, causing it to immediately open up to an empty room. Floor two's button is bedazzled with flashing black and white lights.

"How many people have you had sex with?" Asiel blurts out as I press the button.

My jaw drops. "I would've never expected you to ask this question. Here's a little tip. If you want to win over a girl, don't ask about her body count."

Asiel peers up at me from his shoes, nervousness flaring in his eyes. "S-sorry, I didn't mean for it to come off wrong. It's just something I've been wondering about."

"I'm not offended, just most clients don't bother with that question. I'm a prostitute, Asiel." His face flinches at the word prostitute. "You surely can't expect the number to be low," I reply, my hands feeling damp from the sweaty, nerves radiating off of him.

"You aren't just an escort, Mika." His tone is dipped in sincerity, concern, sweetness. "It bothers the fuck out of me when anyone calls you that."

My lips purse. "But it's true. Escort, Angeles are just fancy names to make us feel better. I fuck people for a living, Asiel, and I'm not ashamed of it."

The elevator doors open as he ruffles a hand through his hair. "I'm not saying you should be. All I'm saying is it doesn't define you. Fuck, I-I don't even know what I'm saying anymore."

We exit the elevator, walking down the dimly lit hallway towards the glass door filled with smoke. This is one of my favorite levels to scope through when I feel like disappearing for a few hours.

"Will it change your opinion of me?" I innocently ask, tapping his card on the entrance door.

"There's nothing in the world that can change my opinion of you," he instantly answers, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"One-hundred and eighty-three," I blurt, pulling the door open.

The floor reeks of weed and oddly tang of mint. Asiel's nose scrunch in disgust as he covers his nose with his sleeve. This level is divided into transparent rooms, revealing everything going inside them. To the right of the door is an iron bar with a bartender sitting behind it.

"What is this place?" Asiel asks, blowing smoke from his face.

"It's called the haze. This floor is built for people to destress and relax. You can choose an Angele and ask them for massages or fuck them while you're high. Diablo's Paraiso has a large variety of drugs varying from weed to heroin," I explain, dragging us towards the bar.

He mutters, "Who supplies your drugs?"

A shock, smug grin curls on my lip. "Why? Does my innocent baby boy play with drugs? I would have never suspected that."

Asiel playfully rolls his eyes. "I rather die before getting addicted to that shit. I'm just wondering."

"Umm, I believe Diablo buys it from the Javier family. They're one of the big shots in the narcotics industry, but don't fuck with them. One small misstep and you have to watch your back for the rest of your life," I advise.

He bobs his head, pursing his lips. "Nice to know."

I wave enthusiastically at the bartender. "Hey, Hilda! It's been a few weeks. How's the baby? Is she doing okay?"

Hilda flashes a grin. "She's a handful, but the money is really helping. Did you come for a hit? Your usual?"

"No, not really. But since I'm here already, give me something light, like weed," I say, thumping my knuckles on the countertop.

She rummages through the drawers, takes out a small case, and opens it to reveal a set of three blunts. With the metallic click of a lighter, the mesmerizing glow of flame flickers between us. I smile and take a long, deep puff, shifting closer to Asiel.

Warmth brushes my arm as it rubs against his, and I expel the smoke into his parted lips. His eyes darken, drowning in a sensual haze from my little ordeal. I offer the blunt to him, and he reluctantly clutches it. Asiel's eyes widen as he coughs his lungs out, quickly handing the jolt back over.

A soft laugh escapes me. "First time?"

He flashes a pensive stare. "Yes, and it was a mistake."

Weed runs through my veins, lightening my tongue. "It was just a rookie mistake. It gets better with practice, I promise. Besides, then I wouldn't be able to do this..." My vacant hand latches onto his shoulder to boost myself onto my tippy toes.

As I take another puff, I use my thumb to drag his bottom lip down, blowing the air into his mouth. His shallow breath rings in my ears. My cheek simmers with electricity from his tender touch, rubbing the tiniest circles. His finger drags from my cheek to my chin, inching closer to my lips.

"What about you, Asiel? How many girls have you slept with?" I whisper, biting my lip, my breath swallowing as his gaze zeroed in on them.

He sucks in a hard breath, his body heat sinking into my skin, and I smile, waiting to see if he will make the next step. Our lips lightly brush against each other before I giggle, removing my arms from his shoulders and taking another puff.

Asiel leans his palms against the countertops, regaining his composure. This moment is going to drive him insane for the nights to come. He's going to spend nights, days masturbating to the thought of kissing me if he hasn't already. It's too bad because he's never going to get the chance to kiss me.

I don't ever kiss any of my clients.

It's my only rule.

Asiel sighs. "Zero."

My eyes widen. "Huh?"

"Zero." He shrugs, acting as if it isn't shocking.

Even hidden behind a mask, Asiel is the sexiest man I've seen in years. His tattoos, his raven black hair, plump pink lips, veiny arms whenever he clenches them. It's a sin for a fine-ass man like him to be a virgin. To think, he throws himself at a slut instead of looking for a suitable girl. I guess he finds them boring.

I straighten my shoulders, peering into one of the rooms. It's litter in clothing, drugs, and other disgusting shit as an Angele gladly sucks him off as the older fella snorts a line of coke. It must feel amazing. Being fucked while high is an adventure.

"Let's go to The Mazmorra," I announced, grabbing his hand and bringing us back to the elevator.

With every floor, the closer we get to the ground, to hell. Mazmorra is like standing in torture for people like Asiel. It's the lowest ranking room for an Angele with money and clients. Most of us loathe this level, which is why newcomers always start there. It showcases the severeness of being in this industry. 

Asiel presses his card against the elevator. "Did it surprise you?"

Laughter ripples from my chest. "Yeah, actually."

"Why?"

"Because you're hot as fuck," I blurt, causing his cheeks to turn bright pink. "I didn't think you slept around, but I thought you would have some experience. Do you have a reason?"

Soft chuckles escape from him. "It's stupid."

"Try me."

He sighs, adjusting the black mask on his face. "Since I was a little boy, my parents would drag me to church. I didn't take my religion seriously until I hit my teenage years. I confided in him a lot during that time of my life. But basically, I'm saving myself for marriage. Even with my full devotion to God, I still commit sins every day. I feel like this is the least I can do."

A slight tang of emotion plagues my heart.

There had been a time in my life when I placed all my faith in God. Until he fucked me over. More than once. I figured why worship a ghost when I could worship myself? However, I respected others' stances on religion and God. It almost made me feel bad for tempting and teasing him over the past weeks.

But if God was really watching him, then he should've kept him out of my course.

The elevator opens, revealing a darker, burning, red color with flames inscribed on the walls. Everyone roaming through the halls is dressed in red or black leather. The aroma stink of must, the must of sex and filth. Instead of comfortable beds, the room is lined with bondage sex chairs, strapping your ankles, dungeon beds made of steel bars, under-bed restraints, spanking benches, sex swings, and that is just a few.

There's a table in the middle supplied with floggers, whips, gags, ropes, chains, dildos, vibrators, and basically anything someone could think of. Howling moans and vibrating music boom in my ears, taking in the atmosphere's intensity. My eyes rest on Nancy. She's spread on all fours on the floor while two clients aggressively fucked her mouth and ass.

Another client cries out because of the cock ring around his erected cock, making it impossible to come. He fucking begs for his Angele to let him release onto her face or just anywhere, really. Many Angeles are trembling, their face twists in pain while they're either spank, fuck, bitten, or slapped.

My hand feels empty.

My eyebrows furrow in worry as I glance around the room, landing on my sexy dark client on the floor, puking. He clutches onto the trashcan, spilling his guts into that thing. Poor guy. He wasn't anywhere near ready to enter this level.

I lower onto my knees, connecting our arms. "Asiel, come on. Let's get out of here."

Asiel nods, using his sleeve to clean his lips. He keeps his head ducked as we walk out of the floor and back into the elevator. His pulse is heightened, beating a million miles per second. Concern washes over my face as he stumbles to the floor, his body trembling.

"How is that fucking allowed? It's plain old tortured. Is it consensual?" Asiel breaths and his eyes widen in fear.

"Calm down, baby. Diablo's Paraiso is the best establishment in the underground club scene. They focus heavily on training us and taking care of us before entering this stage. I've visited other clubs in the city and they're a million times worse than that room," I explain, rubbing his back.

Sweat drips from his forehead. "But you're still forcing them into it."

I stifle a laugh. "No, we don't. Every Angele has signed the contracts of their own accord. We don't go after people and kidnap them."

"Are you sure?" His eyebrow arches. "These clubs thrive on kidnapping girls and boys."

Fury slithers through my veins. "Well, not here. I work closely with Diablo. I would know if he abducts people and forces them to work."

"Did you have to go through that?" he asks, muttering under his breath. "W-Why would you choose this lifestyle?"

He leans his head on the wall, taking deep, long breaths as I unclip the buttons on the top of his white shirt. "Yeah, I have a few scars to prove it. It gets intense in there, but I had to do what I had to do to survive... Does that change your opinion of me?"

Asiel shakes his head. "I told you, nothing can."

"Asiel, if you're saving yourself for marriage, then what are you doing coming here? Someone as pure as you shouldn't be trenching through this darkness," I say, keeping my tone as genuine as I can muster.

"Mika," his husky voice calls while hooking my chin with his finger and gently lifting it, his eyes flaring with admiration. "I would've never stepped back into this place if it wasn't for you. No matter how hard I try, eres todo lo que puedo pensar. No puedo pasar otro dia fingiendo que no existes. Necesito saber mas sobre ti."

(You're all I can think about. I can't spend another day pretending you don't exist. I need to know more about you.)

Jesus, he's this attached already?

It's going to be so much fun to destroy him.

My hands flare with heat as I place it over his. "Alright, but I won't be coming onto you anymore. I don't want to make you sin for me. So, I'll only be your friend. If you want something more than it's going to be your decision, and I'll make you work for it."

How respectful of Mika to finally give Asiel a break, a breather, he needs it ;)!! Who else loves how crazy Asiel is about Mika?! I do! I love it! Mika certainly loves it! Also I know Mika comes off as a bitch here, but trust me the character development is going to be amazing! You won't even recognize her by the end of the story 😉! What did you guys think about the other floors? Would you go down there? Im not sure I would lol! The strip is good enough for me ;) especially to see Mika 😝!! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!

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