FOR MONEY

KARAOKE ROOM 1

🎶 Zeet.zeet.. Zeets.. 🎶

[Kekey calling.].

"Yes Key.." Answer me

"Qeezya.. Today you have busy?" Ask

"Nothing. What's up Key?"

"The man asked you yesterday to accompany him again tonight. Do you want to?" Kekey asked a little

I was shocked to hear Kekey's words. I don't really mean a job like this. But why did the man ask me to accompany him again. What kind of impression I made until he wanted me again.

"If you don't want to, you can refuse. I'll tell the man that you can't" Kekey continued before hearing my answer

Kekey sounded from his tone like he felt bad when he told me about this matter. She seemed to be keeping my feelings in check, not wanting to offend me.

"Is it really the woman that man wants me to be?" Ask to make sure

"I'm actually not sure, because the name he calls is not your name. But he said the woman who accompanied him was last at the club where I worked. As long as I was you" Kekey explained

"Who's the name he called?" Ask me again

"I don't remember, the name was foreign to me. I never knew her by that woman"

"Did he call Gea?"

"Yes right Gea" Kekey replied spontaneously

"Well, that's me, I know myself by that name"

I intentionally didn't use my real name. Because I assume that what works like that is not me, but someone else. I do it only for money, not to lower my pride.

"It's true of you" Kekey said

"You never tell me my real name is Key" I said

"I understand.. I will not interfere in your personal matters" Kekey assured me.

I'm lucky to have Kekey right now. He really understands my feelings. He was a good friend when I was having a hard time like this.

"All right, I'm going to accompany her tonight" I replied

I accepted it for money. If it wasn't for my deteriorating finances, I wouldn't have accepted it.

"You're serious Qeezya?" Kekey's question convinced me of my answer

"Yes I want to"

"I'm serious Key.. He won't fuck around either. I can definitely get through it" My confident tone "What time do I have to see him?" Continue my question

"Hour 10 nights. But this time not at the club where I work, but at a karaoke place. If you're serious I'll send you the address"

"I'll come on time" I replied firmly

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At 22:00 I arrived at an elite karaoke place in town. This is the first time I've entered a karaoke place this big.

I wore a black mini dress, and also black wedges with a height of 5 cm. My short hair I let it run pretty. The makeup I was wearing was kind of accentuated tonight, and as usual I was wearing a lipstick from Kekey. I really look like a grown woman tonight.

I arrived in front of the promised karaoke room, room 215. When I opened the door, there were already a lot of people in this room.

Am I this flat? I came at the promised time.

All eyes are on me. I became a little nervous, just like entering an interview room.

I was still standing in the same position when I entered. This room is very large and spacious. I let my eyes look for the man. Because the lights only use spotlights that are shaped I had a bit of trouble finding it.

Right about 5 meters from me the man stood up to welcome me. Slowly I walked up to him. But I felt like I was being noticed by the people in this room.

Is there something wrong with my appearance? Does my make up look too much? Suddenly I felt my face was so thick, I became less confident with how I looked tonight.

This man was still the same as before, still wearing neat work clothes in his suit.

He was still standing when I arrived in front of him.

"I'm sorry I'm late" I said, bowing a little bit in his honor

Though I feel not too late, just because when I came all is already inside.

This man is silent and does not answer me. His attitude is very cold. He asked me to come with him. But why is this guy even being cold to me.

"Based on old men sucks" I murmured furiously

Then the man sat down, and I sat down next to him.

"Your lady Okey is also the President" said the man beside the left of this old man.

This old man just smiled, and was still acting cold to me.

What's wrong with this old man? Did he eat wrong? or don't like my looks tonight. But what's his problem? I'm just a call woman to him. Inevitably he had to accept my appearance, the important thing was that I served him properly.

I still don't know what this guy's name is. It's worth calling you an old man.