Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

They arrived at a five-star hotel.

Janet followed Ike into a private room and found that the people he went to meet weren't clients but just a bunch of his friends.

There was a big round table filled with all kinds of sushi and sashimi, and in the middle, there was a carved flagon.

At the table sat a group of men dressed in strangely styled clothes. Each of them held a glass of wine in one hand and a woman in the other. The women all wore heavy makeup and skimpy dresses.

Their faces were all red from drinking. When they saw Ike, they raised their eyebrows and one of them shouted at him, "Oh, finally! Get over here, Ike! We've all been waiting for you!"

Keeping her face neutral, Janet sat among Ike's friends and their lady companions. It was obvious that the women were working girls.

The women looked at Janet with a smile as if welcoming one of their own to the party. They even raised their eyebrows and winked at Janet.

The men fondled the women, and the women giggled. The low moans and the stifled squeals gave the room an atmosphere of drunken lust.

The entire time, Janet felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She itched to run far, far away.

"Why are you so nervous?" Ike's cheeks were red. He stared at her lewdly and put his hand on her thigh.

Frightened, Janet stood up and dumped wine on Ike's face, "You are such a lecher! Don't touch me!"

The people around them didn't seem to be surprised though. In fact, they even started laughing. "Ike, the girl you brought seems to be hot-tempered. You better teach her a lesson tonight so that she'll behave herself."

After that, some of Ike's friends stood up and led their lady friends to their respective rooms for the latter part of the party.

Obviously, Ike already had too much to drink, but he didn't get angry at Janet's behavior. He just chuckled and said, "What's wrong with me touching you? You're not worth much more than those women who have sex with men for money, unless you're still a virgin though. Are you? Hey, if you let me pop your cherry, I'm willing to pay you much, much more. What do you say? Sounds good?"

Ike's words and movements became more and more indecent. At the same time, Janet just wanted to take off her shoes and beat Ike up.

She knew that if she stayed here, she'd be in great danger.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lyman. I seem to have consumed too much water. I need to go to the ladies' room. I'll be right back." Gritting her teeth, Janet forced a smile.

"Okay. Don't take too long. You still have to serve me." Ike reached out his hand and touched the side of Janet's face. Then, he stuck his face to her neck and sniffed. A small, satisfied sound escaped his throat. "You smell so good."

Janet pushed him away, grabbed her purse, and ran out of the room. She rushed to the elevators and pushed the down button.

It didn't matter to her anymore if she lost her job. Her life was more important.