It was Wednesday again. I couldn’t fucking understand how the time seemed to fucking fly by, but one fucking second, I was dealing with a drunken Lily, and the next, I was waiting for sober Lily to arrive so that we could fuck.

Like, what the fucking hell?

Either way, I was wearing a thin ass mesh black jacket with only a bra underneath, showing off all of my fucking midsection, along with tight ass black leggings that did nothing to hide my body even as they hid my skin. And, of course, my signature boots.

I adjusted my mask as I leaned against the wall below the light, watching the crowd beyond me. I kept an eye out for a particular white-clad woman with an angel’s face and bright glowing hair.

Ahhh… Right on time, I thought to myself as my gaze caught on a petite woman wearing a white cardigan and similar black leggings. She was wearing a shirt under her cardigan, however, but I still marveled at our sudden synchronized thought process.

When she finally came to stand in front of me, I was smiling down as she curiously looked up at my face. I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore.

“What?” she asked, looking down at herself. She had noticed me eyeing her body, though she couldn’t seem to fathom why. “Is there something wrong with my outfit?”

“No, no, Sweet Lily,” I told her, still chuckling as I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. I let my hand trail down her body to take her hand. “We’re matching is all.”

She frowned and looked at her clothes. Then she looked at my clothes. Then it dawned on her face and she laughed too.

“Oh, we are!”

I laughed and pulled her closer to me by our joined hands. Led her to the door past the crowd of the other prostitutes, some of which were taking on their own clients while others were watching us amusedly.

I frowned for a moment as I realized that James was missing, but then I shook the thought from my head. The life of a prostitute was insane. Insane sleep schedules, insane work schedules, insane life schedules. The works.

If he was missing, he was probably either accidentally sleeping in or taking some time off. Besides, my focus was Lily.

I smiled down at her as we stepped into the brothel. I led her upstairs to my suite, taking a moment to smile at Doe before Lily and I would be locked in my room.

But when I closed the door behind us, Lily didn’t sit on the bed. She stayed standing facing away from me, and I could just tell that she was clutching her bag’s strap. She was worried. What about, I had no clue, but so long as she paid me, I’d help her with whatever.

“Sweet Lily, you alright?” I asked her, stepping around to face her.

“Y-yeah,” she said nervously, and I could see her face turn the color of roses before she dropped her head to look at the floor, her hair falling over her face like a curtain. “J-just a bit… n-nervous.”

“What about?” I asked her, sitting on the bed.

She slowly pivoted to face me, glancing up at me through her lashes and gorgeous locks of hair. “W-well…”

She trailed off, and I opened my arms to her. She took a timid step forward, then another, and another until she was standing right in front of me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my lap, pulling her legs over my lap as she stared at me in shock. Set her arms on my shoulders carefully, anchoring herself as I continued to watch her face.

I began to let my fingers travel on her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, the small parts of her skin that were exposed. I loved how warm she was and how lovely her blush was and how flustered she seemed to get whenever fucking dirty, naughty things were involved… things usually including fucking…

And I just waited for her, letting my hand fuck with her skin like she was a fucking toy for me to fuckin play with.

“I was wondering if… if I-I could…” she stuttered hesitantly as I let my other hand start to crawl up her hip to her waist, slipping under her shirt and settling against her bare stomach. I saw her throat dip in a swallow as she tried to continue. “I-if I could t-try some… things…”

I planted a kiss on her covered shoulder. “Of course,” I breathed against her skin.

“R-really?” she asked, turning a bit in my arms to face me as best as she could.

I laughed, pulling her closer. “Of course. I’m here for anything you want.”

She laughed nervously, blushing like the virgin she no longer was. “O-oh, uhm, right.”

I laughed quietly as her arms around my neck tightened. “So, what do you want to try?” I asked her. 

I actually was curious. After all, she had been letting me lead for the past two weeks. It made sense that she had been following. She had been the amateur. I guess the keywords there were ‘had been’, because here she was, asking to fucking lead.

“I-I…” she started, but trailed off just as quickly.

“Okay, how about this, Sweet Lily” I told her, sitting straighter and shifting her weight on my lap. “We’ll both undress and go from there?”

She blushed harder, if that was even fucking possible, but nodded nonetheless. She shifted her legs, swinging them off of me and moving to stand. Once the last of her fingers had drifted off of me, I stood as well.

Together, we stripped. Shoes and jackets, her shirt, both of our leggings, and all of a sudden, we were fucking naked except for our underwear.

I sat back on the bed, leaning back to rest with my hands behind my head, watching her watch me. Now it was her turn to take the reins. I would only help when she asked. No leading, just following.

I waited for her as she scanned me, her eyes lingering on my various tattoos, my bra, my lips.

But then her gaze met mine and she seemed to stand up straighter and brace herself.

She sat on her knees between my legs as she slowly crawled up my length until she was braced with both of her knees on the outside of my hips, her hands beside my head, her face above mine.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she told me as if I were the nervous one.

I simply smirked and breathed, “Whatever you wish, Sweet Lily. It’s my pleasure.”

She let out a small exhale, her minty, freshly-brushed breath washing over my face. And then she leaned down and gently touched her lips to mine.

Carefully, I felt her lower her body onto mine, our skin slowly melding together. Her fucking ass on my legs, her stomach on mine, our boobs together as our lips moved in a simple yet addictive fucking dance.

I wanted to lift my hands and grab her face, hold her to me, but she was leading tonight. And if I was going to be a good follower, I’d have to be still and actually follow.

But then I felt her hand.

My eyes fluttered open to see her fucking staring at me. She had a sort of fire lit in her eyes, and it made me so fucking aroused, damnit, and she was so fucking hot when she took control, and oh fucking hell!

All the while, her fucking hand hadn’t stilled in its slow fucking descent down my fucking body.

Curling her warm fucking palm and fingers around my neck before letting it trail down my chest and slipping under my back to smoothly unclip my bra in a move I would’ve fucking applauded and praised if I could fucking speak.

But she didn’t stop there after fucking yanking my bra off of my body. Her fucking hand kept going down, coming back to the top of me, pressing against my bare fuckin stomach and then finally-

“Mmph!”

A nasal sound of fucking shock escaped me as her hand slipped under my thin lacy fucking underwear and past my slickened fucking skin.

One thing I realized over the years of whoring was that constant sex caused my already slow arousal and orgasm tendencies to slow even fucking further. It was just too easy to simulate a fake fucking orgasm around the fucking fingers and cocks and toys that were manipulated by my clients. I don’t think that I ever actually fucking came.

So I just fucking laid on the bed, ready to take her fingers and her movements and all of whatever the fuck it was that she wanted to do.

But as she slid past all of my wet parts, it felt… different.

My fucking clit felt hot against her fingers, enough so that her soft skin felt almost fucking cold.

She broke away from my mouth for a moment, gasping in air through her spit covered lips. I wasn’t sure whose spit it was, it could’ve been either of ours. Or perhaps a mix of both.

“C-can I…?” she asked, blushing again.

I knew she meant if it would be okay if she were to enter me with her fingers, so I smirked and breathily laughed. “Of course,” was my simple answer.

She nodded once before glancing down at my lips again. Then she was fucking kissing me again, her fingers fucking navigating themselves around me, blindly fuckin searching for that fucking spot.

And then she fucking found it and pressed fucking in.

I breathed out a sigh as I forced my fucking muscles to relax, and then her fingers were in-fucking-side of me. Curling against that fucking spot inside, the one that fucking lit up only when someone did it properly. And fuck, she did it fucking well.

I felt her shiver. It was impossible not to notice with as much of her that was pressed up against so much of me. But then her lips pushed mine open so wide, I felt like she was trying to swallow me whole, and force me to swallow her, too.

Her fucking teeth suddenly bit down on my bottom lip as her small strokes grew suddenly fucking stronger and faster. I think I fucking arched into her in an involuntary way I never would have expected from my body.

And as she drew fucking blood from my lip, I closed my lips around her upper lip, licking whatever was left of her sweet fucking lip gloss from her.

I blinked my eyes open for a moment, just to check how she was feeling and doing, and I blanked. My brain fucking halted, screeched to a fucking stop as I saw her face.

She was fucking crying, her eyes screwed fucking shut so tight a fucking crowbar wouldn’t be able to do shit.

And then I remembered Saturday. Poor Lily was so scared, she was fucking shaken to her bones. As fucking drunk as she was, I thought she’d forget what happened, but it was as if I could see the effects of what happened fucking painted on her face.

She was still scared, still nervous, still feeling as if she was going to fucking die.

That was exactly how she was feeling, deep down inside her core, she felt like she was going to die.

I felt my own fucking anger boil like a fucking kettle over a fucking blowtorch, hotter and hotter.

That motherfucking piece of shit! If I ever see him again, I’m going to murder him, I swear…

But right now, I couldn’t be thinking about him. Right now, it was about Lily. About me. About us and our session.

So I screwed my own fucking eyes shut and bit her lip. If I was going to have a bloody fucking bottom lip, she’d have a bloody fucking top lip. A matching fucking set.

She fucking groaned into my mouth as we completely fucking ruined the soft pink skin on our faces, and I decided to fucking touch her.

Slipped my hand from her hips… when had my hands fucking gotten there?

It didn’t fucking matter.

So I slipped my hand under, to her stomach and down lower until our fucking wrists were connecting. I pushed under her fucking underwear and felt how fucking wet she was, fucking drenched and so fucking soft, and just as quickly pushed into her.

Dealt her the exact fucking pleasure she had been giving me, and her groan lifted into a high pitched fucking moan.

Our hands moved together, as if they were fucking copy-and-pasted from me to her, our lips shoving out emotions that neither of us wanted to fucking deal with or understand in a way so fucking painful that if felt so fucking good, fuck!

She was so fucking warm, both on the outside and inside. Silky and soaked and soft, and shit, I could only think of words that started with s.

Ssshhiit…

I could feel her fucking g-spot, pulsing and swollen under my fucking fingers as I practically fucking abused it. Abused her with fucking pleasure as her continuous fucking stream of fucking pleasure leaked from her fucking mouth in that high fucking whine.

And I knew that she was fucking attacking mine, though I wasn’t sure if she fucking knew what it was or even if she was pushing it fucking purposefully. But either fucking way, it felt fucking amazing.

But then I felt it. Her fucking insides started to clench around me, the soft, full fucking skin getting fucking tight and so fucking hard I knew.

So I sped the fuck up.

My fingers were like fucking metal, a fucking vibrator as I pulsed against all of the most fucking sensitive spots.

But of course, this would cause her to grow weak as she was shoved into fucking pleasure, so I didn’t expect her to fucking continue with her own fucking hands.

But she did, pushing just as fucking hard into me as I was pushing into her. And for fucking once, I felt something fucking stir inside of me.

My insides felt fucking hot, but not just the part where she was fucking fingering. My stomach, my chest, even inside my fucking brain, I felt like that kettle of emotion burning under that fucking blowtorch had spilled all the fuck over. Scorching fucking hot and fucking filling me with something new.

And I listened as her fucking voice climbed up and up and fucking up the fucking register until she was practically fucking screaming her moans into my mouth. And I fucking moaned into her mouth as she started convulsing around me, and it dragged me the fuck to the fucking edge and deftly threw me off.

I started fucking convulsing.

I came for the first fucking time ever…

Ever.

What the fucking hell?

And my first fucking time, it was with her. Of fucking course it was.

But we were singing out our pleasure together like a fucking duet, and it sounded so spine chillingly beautiful that my voice grew in volume on its own. Lily’s voice followed quickly after. Fucking hell.

But eventually, I started slowly rolling down that hill of fucking pleasure, coming down much faster than I had gone up. I don’t think I’d ever fucking reached past half-fucking-way.

I think I was in shock for a little while because I couldn’t fucking move. I was stuck on the bed, half naked and fucking heaving as my twitching came to a slow stop. My legs felt numb and my insides felt numb and I just felt so fucking numb.

But then an arm was snaking under my neck and lifting me up, the neck of an opened plastic bottle of water pressed to my bleeding lips, and I realized that Lily was taking care of me.

Fuck, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Damnit, get yourself together, Raven!

“Thanks,” I told her, slowly pushing her gentle, soft wrist away. I was very forcefully resisting the urge to kiss and taste her skin again. “You okay, Sweet Lily?”

I looked up to see her flushed face nod. I wasn’t sure if it was because of embarrassment or the fun activities we had just done, but she looked as red as ever. Rosy cheeks the color of the Red Devil I had ordered on Saturday.

She sat down on the bed then, bringing her hands together to clench the half empty bottle. I watched with surprise and concern as her face slowly lost its color.

She was pale as a sheet of paper, her eyes fucking empty, staring at the bottle she held. What in hell had triggered this?