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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 7)
Lina took another sip of water, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself. Wasim hovered nearby, his presence both comforting and unnerving. His calm demeanor was at odds with the chaotic swirl of emotions inside her.
“You should rest for a moment,” Wasim said, his voice smooth and steady. “Jamal, could you fetch Lina’s clothes?”
Jamal nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact with Lina as he moved toward the corner of the room where her neatly folded clothes were placed. He handed them to her, his fingers brushing against hers briefly before he stepped back, his cheeks tinged with a faint flush.
“Here,” Wasim added, his tone casual but his eyes lingering on her. “The lingerie you were wearing… it’s soiled. But don’t worry, it’s on the house. A gift from us.”
Lina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she clutched the blanket tighter around herself. Soiled? She couldn’t bring herself to ask what he meant by that. Instead, she mumbled a quiet “Thank you” and took her clothes from Jamal, her movements quick and furtive under the cover of the blanket.
Wasim and Jamal excused themselves, leaving her alone in the room to change.
As she pulled on her clothes, she couldn’t shake the sticky sensation on her skin. Her fingers brushed against her lower abdomen, and she froze when she felt a slight dampness between her legs.
What…? Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the fragments of memory. Had she…?
She shook her head, unwilling to dwell on it further. Grabbing a wet wipe from her bag, she quickly cleaned herself up, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. The coolness of the wipe against her skin brought a momentary sense of relief, but the lingering feeling of vulnerability remained.
When she stepped out of the room, Wasim was waiting at the counter, his expression calm and composed. A steaming cup of tea sat in front of him, and he gestured for her to join him.
“Feeling better?” he asked, his voice soft as he slid the tea toward her.
Lina nodded, though her voice was still a little shaky as she replied, “Yes, thank you. I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Wasim waved a hand dismissively. “No trouble at all. It’s my job to make sure you’re comfortable. The measurements are complete, by the way. Your dresses and lingerie will be ready in five days. You can come by to collect them anytime after that.”
She sipped the tea, the warmth spreading through her as she tried to steady her nerves. “That sounds perfect. Thank you again.”
Wasim’s gaze stayed on her for a moment longer than necessary before he turned his attention to the paperwork in front of him. “Jamal will see you out,” he said, his tone final but polite.
Jamal, who had been standing awkwardly to the side, stepped forward to escort Lina to the door. He still avoided her gaze, his usual confidence replaced by an uncharacteristic shyness. “Take care,” he murmured as she stepped outside.
Lina nodded, though she couldn’t quite muster a smile. The fresh air outside was a relief after the stifling atmosphere of the tailor’s shop. She walked briskly toward a cab, her mind still racing with unanswered questions.
When she got home, she couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over her. She grabbed her phone and dialed Kartini’s number, her former colleague’s voice bringing a small measure of comfort.
After exchanging pleasantries, Lina hesitated before broaching the subject that had been weighing on her. “Kartini, I went to see the tailor you recommended today. Wasim.”
“Oh! How was it?” Kartini’s voice was cheerful, but there was an undertone of curiosity that made Lina pause.
“It was… fine,” Lina said carefully. “But I noticed something weird. He takes measurements directly on exposed skin. Is that… normal?”
Kartini laughed lightly, though there was a hint of something else in her tone. Envy? “Oh, Lina, don’t worry about it. That’s just how he works. He’s very professional, believe me. Did he give you a good deal?”
“Yes,” Lina replied slowly. “He did. But it just felt… strange.”
“You’re too modest,” Kartini teased. “Wasim knows how to treat his clients well. I’m glad you went to him.”
Lina wasn’t entirely convinced, but she didn’t press further. They chatted for a few more minutes before ending the call. As she set her phone down, Lina sighed heavily. Maybe she was overthinking things. Kartini had assured her it was all normal, after all.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Kartini leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what kind of man Wasim was and why he had been so eager to take on Lina as a client. Let’s see how long it takes for her to figure it out, Kartini thought with a smirk as she dialed Wasim’s number.
Her mind drifted back to a year ago, when she and the other massage therapists had men queuing daily for Lina. Lina’s schedule was always fully booked till late, while Kartini struggled to make ends meet. She had pleaded with Uncle Lim, the owner of the massage parlor, for a fairer distribution of customers, but he had dismissed her concerns. “I can’t stop customers from preferring her,” he had said bluntly. Kartini’s livelihood depended on daily commissions, and Lina’s popularity left her scbanging by.
One fateful day, desperate for a customer, Kartini had approached a man who had just walked in. He agreed to a massage, but his intentions quickly became clear. Midway through, he sat up and offered her money to masturbate him. Kartini hesitated but needed the money desperately. She gave in, and the situation escalated. He undressed her, his hands and mouth exploring every part of her body. She surrendered completely, tears streaming down her face as he penetrated her hard from the front and then doggystyle. He did not use a condom and came inside her despite her repeated pleas to pull out.
Afterward, he paid her generously, equivalent to a week’s wage but left her feeling humiliated and broken.
That day marked a turning point. Kartini began offering extra services to her regular customers, but the resentment festered. Lina, with her effortless charm and untouched innocence, continued to thrive without ever giving in to such demands.
The injustice gnawed at Kartini, fueling a quiet but burning desire for payback. She plotted silently, all while pretending to be Lina’s friend. Now, as she waited for Wasim to answer the phone, Kartini’s smirk deepened. Lina’s time would come, she thought. And she would savor every moment.
He answered on the second ring. “Kartini,” he said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I just talked to Lina,” Kartini replied, her voice lilting with amusement. “Sounds like she had quite the experience with you.”
Wasim chuckled softly. “She’s exquisite, isn’t she? So… reserved. So cautious. I’m looking forward to her return.”
Kartini grinned, her plan unfolding exactly as she had hoped. “Well, make sure you give her a good "deal". She deserves it.”
“Don’t worry,” Wasim replied, his tone dripping with confidence. “I’ll take very good care of her.”
The line went dead, and Kartini set her phone down, her smirk widening. Let’s see how long Lina can resist, she thought, her envy momentarily sated by the knowledge that she had set the wheels in motion.
Lina took another sip of water, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself. Wasim hovered nearby, his presence both comforting and unnerving. His calm demeanor was at odds with the chaotic swirl of emotions inside her.
“You should rest for a moment,” Wasim said, his voice smooth and steady. “Jamal, could you fetch Lina’s clothes?”
Jamal nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact with Lina as he moved toward the corner of the room where her neatly folded clothes were placed. He handed them to her, his fingers brushing against hers briefly before he stepped back, his cheeks tinged with a faint flush.
“Here,” Wasim added, his tone casual but his eyes lingering on her. “The lingerie you were wearing… it’s soiled. But don’t worry, it’s on the house. A gift from us.”
Lina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she clutched the blanket tighter around herself. Soiled? She couldn’t bring herself to ask what he meant by that. Instead, she mumbled a quiet “Thank you” and took her clothes from Jamal, her movements quick and furtive under the cover of the blanket.
Wasim and Jamal excused themselves, leaving her alone in the room to change.
As she pulled on her clothes, she couldn’t shake the sticky sensation on her skin. Her fingers brushed against her lower abdomen, and she froze when she felt a slight dampness between her legs.
What…? Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the fragments of memory. Had she…?
She shook her head, unwilling to dwell on it further. Grabbing a wet wipe from her bag, she quickly cleaned herself up, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. The coolness of the wipe against her skin brought a momentary sense of relief, but the lingering feeling of vulnerability remained.
When she stepped out of the room, Wasim was waiting at the counter, his expression calm and composed. A steaming cup of tea sat in front of him, and he gestured for her to join him.
“Feeling better?” he asked, his voice soft as he slid the tea toward her.
Lina nodded, though her voice was still a little shaky as she replied, “Yes, thank you. I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Wasim waved a hand dismissively. “No trouble at all. It’s my job to make sure you’re comfortable. The measurements are complete, by the way. Your dresses and lingerie will be ready in five days. You can come by to collect them anytime after that.”
She sipped the tea, the warmth spreading through her as she tried to steady her nerves. “That sounds perfect. Thank you again.”
Wasim’s gaze stayed on her for a moment longer than necessary before he turned his attention to the paperwork in front of him. “Jamal will see you out,” he said, his tone final but polite.
Jamal, who had been standing awkwardly to the side, stepped forward to escort Lina to the door. He still avoided her gaze, his usual confidence replaced by an uncharacteristic shyness. “Take care,” he murmured as she stepped outside.
Lina nodded, though she couldn’t quite muster a smile. The fresh air outside was a relief after the stifling atmosphere of the tailor’s shop. She walked briskly toward a cab, her mind still racing with unanswered questions.
When she got home, she couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over her. She grabbed her phone and dialed Kartini’s number, her former colleague’s voice bringing a small measure of comfort.
After exchanging pleasantries, Lina hesitated before broaching the subject that had been weighing on her. “Kartini, I went to see the tailor you recommended today. Wasim.”
“Oh! How was it?” Kartini’s voice was cheerful, but there was an undertone of curiosity that made Lina pause.
“It was… fine,” Lina said carefully. “But I noticed something weird. He takes measurements directly on exposed skin. Is that… normal?”
Kartini laughed lightly, though there was a hint of something else in her tone. Envy? “Oh, Lina, don’t worry about it. That’s just how he works. He’s very professional, believe me. Did he give you a good deal?”
“Yes,” Lina replied slowly. “He did. But it just felt… strange.”
“You’re too modest,” Kartini teased. “Wasim knows how to treat his clients well. I’m glad you went to him.”
Lina wasn’t entirely convinced, but she didn’t press further. They chatted for a few more minutes before ending the call. As she set her phone down, Lina sighed heavily. Maybe she was overthinking things. Kartini had assured her it was all normal, after all.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Kartini leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what kind of man Wasim was and why he had been so eager to take on Lina as a client. Let’s see how long it takes for her to figure it out, Kartini thought with a smirk as she dialed Wasim’s number.
Her mind drifted back to a year ago, when she and the other massage therapists had men queuing daily for Lina. Lina’s schedule was always fully booked till late, while Kartini struggled to make ends meet. She had pleaded with Uncle Lim, the owner of the massage parlor, for a fairer distribution of customers, but he had dismissed her concerns. “I can’t stop customers from preferring her,” he had said bluntly. Kartini’s livelihood depended on daily commissions, and Lina’s popularity left her scbanging by.
One fateful day, desperate for a customer, Kartini had approached a man who had just walked in. He agreed to a massage, but his intentions quickly became clear. Midway through, he sat up and offered her money to masturbate him. Kartini hesitated but needed the money desperately. She gave in, and the situation escalated. He undressed her, his hands and mouth exploring every part of her body. She surrendered completely, tears streaming down her face as he penetrated her hard from the front and then doggystyle. He did not use a condom and came inside her despite her repeated pleas to pull out.
Afterward, he paid her generously, equivalent to a week’s wage but left her feeling humiliated and broken.
That day marked a turning point. Kartini began offering extra services to her regular customers, but the resentment festered. Lina, with her effortless charm and untouched innocence, continued to thrive without ever giving in to such demands.
The injustice gnawed at Kartini, fueling a quiet but burning desire for payback. She plotted silently, all while pretending to be Lina’s friend. Now, as she waited for Wasim to answer the phone, Kartini’s smirk deepened. Lina’s time would come, she thought. And she would savor every moment.
He answered on the second ring. “Kartini,” he said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I just talked to Lina,” Kartini replied, her voice lilting with amusement. “Sounds like she had quite the experience with you.”
Wasim chuckled softly. “She’s exquisite, isn’t she? So… reserved. So cautious. I’m looking forward to her return.”
Kartini grinned, her plan unfolding exactly as she had hoped. “Well, make sure you give her a good "deal". She deserves it.”
“Don’t worry,” Wasim replied, his tone dripping with confidence. “I’ll take very good care of her.”
The line went dead, and Kartini set her phone down, her smirk widening. Let’s see how long Lina can resist, she thought, her envy momentarily sated by the knowledge that she had set the wheels in motion.
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