I held out a hesitant hand to take it as she shoved her feet into her shoes. I flipped through the cash, counting.

One, two, three, four, five… six?

I frowned at the money in my hand before I looked up at her, a frown marring my masked face.

“You gave me an extra,” I told her, holding out the sixth bill.

“Yes,” she said bluntly, nodding once. “A thanks for listening.”

“No, it’s no problem,” I told her, shaking the bill to tell her to take it. “You don’t need to pay me extra.”

“No, no, really,” she said, refusing the bill with a small push of her hand. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” I intoned, but she just smiled that kind and gentle and alluring and completely intoxicating smile.

And then she pulled the door open and left.

What the fuck?

I sat there, dazed, on the bed, as if she’d reappear in the room. But no, she was gone. Gone for the night, probably for the entire week, but it didn’t matter.

Except that it did, but I couldn’t let it matter. It shouldn’t matter, it couldn’t matter, it would not matter.

So it didn’t matter.

I blew a raspberry to loosen my lips, feeling the stings of pain from her teeth and reveling in it in the deep recesses of my mind that seem to have been freed from my grasp of sanity.

But that did not matter!

So I picked my mesh jacket from the floor and stood…

And immediately fell over, crashing to the floor.

“Holy mother fucking shit!” I said under my breath.

My legs felt like jelly, like someone had removed my bones and had mushed my muscles into butter.

“What in the damn ass bitch is this?”

My hands fluttered like butterflies around my legs, the floor, my stomach as I panicked. What had this girl done to me? All she fucking did was insert her fingers into me and fucked me with her hand. Damnit, was this what it felt like? To orgasm as a girl? Damnit, it felt so fucking amazing and so fucking tiring at the same time. How did girls deal with this?

But then a knock sounded on my door accompanied by Doe’s voice. “Orchid? Hey, I just saw Lily check out, so are you ready for your next-”

She pushed open the door and stuck her head in, but immediately stopped talking when she saw me on the floor, sprawled out like a toddler that just figured out it had legs attached to its body. And I just sat there, blinking down at my legs, stunned, not completely registering Doe’s existence.

The phrase what the fuck? was wrapping around my head, ringing over and over like an echo in a huge, empty underground garage. Except it was my head that was empty as all fuck.

“Uh, I heard a thud, but I didn’t think it was from, er, you,” Doe said as she stepped fully into the room. I looked up at her, that same blank stare, to see the concern on her face as her naked body entered my line of vision. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, but then paused. Shook my head, then paused again.

“I-I don’t… uh, maybe? Sorta, ahem, feel like my legs are jelly, and, uh, well…”

I stuttered and stammered my way through my explanation, trying my best to tell her how I felt. It was very, very, very hard because I couldn’t even tell how I felt. Like, what the fucking fuck?

“Do you need help?” she asked me, stepping forward with her arms out in an offer of help.

“Y-yeah, uh, yes that would be nice,” I told her, lifting my arms up to let her grab under my upper arms and help hoist me into a standing position. “Er, thanks.”

“Of course, but if you don’t mind,” she said as she supported most of my weight, leading me over to the bar stools, “what happened?”

“Well, you know Lily?” I told her as she slowly set my arms down. When she nodded, I continued, pulling my mask off of my face to free my skin. “Yeah, well, did I ever tell you she was my classmate back in high school?”

Her own eyes widened as she pulled off her own mask. Blinked a few times as she freed all of her freckles into the light. “Really? Lily and you?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding with a breathless laugh. “Luckily, she doesn’t recognize me, but, erm, remember when I was gone on Saturday?”

“Yeah?” she said cautiously.

“Yeah, well, I was at my high school reunion, and guess who just happened to be there?”

“Lily?” she guessed with a thin eyebrow raised.

“Lily,” I confirmed with a wry smile and a matching nod. “Long story short, she got drunk, then molested by this asshole that also happened to go to our high school and be at this party, so I beat him up and now Lily’s traumatized.”

“Oh, shit, wow,” Doe said, her eyes wide as she took in my sorta confusing sentence. “Is she okay?”

I shrugged, truly unsure. “Maybe? She had this mental breakdown and cried for a half hour or so, and then she just picked herself up and left. She also paid me extra.”

“Oh, that’s nice!” Doe said with a smile, but I could tell that she was still watching my face intently with wary eyes. “But that doesn’t answer why you had fallen to the floor.”

“Right, that,” I said, and I bit my non-bloodied lip. “She made me come for the first time in my fucking life.”

Doe’s jaw fucking dropped, her eyes wide enough that I could see the whites around her vibrant green irises. I laughed at her expression as her wide mouth lined with her pale pastel pink lips slowly turned up into a wide ass smile.

“Oh my gosh, really?” she said before throwing her whole head back and laughing hard enough to shake her boobs. “Oh my fucking shit, that’s why you were on the floor!”

I burst out laughing, shaking my own boobs at her verbal and internal realization.

“Did your legs feel like gelatin after your first orgasm?” I asked her with a frown and actual curiosity. “Because mine feel like I have no bones and my muscles are made of butter.”

She laughed again, holding her boobs with her hands to keep them from bouncing. I understood just how irritating it could get to feel the jiggle of big breasts.

“Yeah, it did feel like that,” she confirmed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that, though. My first time was when I was… I think when I was thirteen, back in middle school. After a long time, that feeling of soreness goes away and you just feel pleasure…”

She leaned back against the counter and let go of her breasts, letting them hang from her chest free.

“Really?” I asked her, raising my eyebrows. “How many times have you came?”

“I don’t know, a million?” she said, shrugging nonchalantly. “But after a while, it's harder to reach the peak of pleasure and it doesn’t feel as great… But when you do finally come, it feels wonderful.”

“Really?” I asked again, much more power behind my voice… along with a lot of suspicion and doubt.

“Yep,” she said with a definite nod. “But first, let’s get you ready for your next client.”

She pulled me from where I sat on the stool by the arm, yanking me on my wobbly legs and into my bathroom. Helped me out of my underwear and into the shower. She didn’t need to help me actually wash, though, because I gathered up all of my strength to stand and wash the snot, tears, sweat, and everything else from my skin. The hot water seemed to relax my skin and help my muscles and bones return to a somewhat normal state. And thank the heavens for that because otherwise, I had no idea if I’d be able to continuously fuck others through the night.

And so, wet but so much better, I stepped out of the shower and onto the tile, drying myself before I pulled my thin see-through jacket back on.

I smiled and hugged Doe before we both replaced our masks on our faces and stepped from the room. I followed her down the stairs to greet the next client.

I wonder who it would be?

I walked into the relatively empty lobby and leaned against the posts at the bottom of the stairs. Smirked and crossed my arms under my boobs, eyeing the two people sitting on the couch.

“Hey, Finn,” I called into the room. The boy in question raised his blond head and looked up at me.

Finn was your average nerdy looking teenager-looking man. He could pass for seventeen, maybe younger, but I knew him to be thirty-two. He was a kind-hearted person with a soul made of gold, but he was figuring himself out. Figuring out his sexuality, his wants and needs, how to properly please women, and so on.

He smiled his wide smile and stood.

Finn was actually taller than me, even when I was wearing my platformed boots, and his glasses made him look so much younger. I could see the appeal in dating him.

And damn, was the man hung.

So I stuck out my hand and led him up to my room.

No one in the world would have possibly thought about what he liked in bed. He liked pain and depreciation and he was such a bottom, I was fucking gone for it.

So I shucked off his shirt and jeans before dropping his briefs to the floor along with my thin jacket. Then I took his dick in my mouth, downing him in one, opening my throat to the familiar taste and feel of him.

After years of this sort of work, I lost my gag reflex, so I took this huge ass cock in my mouth without a flinch and sucked him like our lives depended on it.

Didn’t let him get too far, however, because he liked getting blue balls and pain. This would take a little over an hour, so I had to get started.

So I sucked him until his fingers in my dark hair started to clench tight and he keened like a teenage girl. And then I pulled off of him with a pop and smiled devilishly up at him.

“So, Finn… How’d you want it today?” I asked, licking my lips seductively.

“Ah-hah…” he breathed, his face contorted in agony. “A-as painful as possible…”

I let my smile widen. I stood slowly until I was at his face level. “Of course, Finn… anything.”

So I kissed him and let him taste himself on my tongue. Sex was always so fun with Finn.

So I dragged him by the hair over to the bed, shoving him down to the pre-messed sheets.

“You know the safe word,” I told him as I snatched his glasses from his face and set them on the bedside table. He nodded frantically as I practically leaped on his dick and started slamming us together. “Yeah, you like it like that, don’t you? You need a whore to get you off, don’t you, you little manslut?”

He whined below me as I pinned his hands above his head and pulled a strip of rope from under his pillow. Quickly wrapped his wrists together before resting my hands on his shoulders and slamming his dick into me over and over.

“Y-yeah, uh-huh-nuh…” he whined desperately. “F-fuck yourself onto m-me, Orchid, uh, please!”

Fuck, he was so fun to play with every fucking time…

…

It was our day off, Sunday, when I finally got to go out with James. He seemed brighter than usual, and I finally had a chance to ask him about the time he was gone and the two times after that he was late.

What the fuck was he up to?

So we went to our monthly dump hole-in-the-wall bar and sat ourselves at the counter. I ordered my favorite, the Red Devil, again and watched James as he picked out his.

James was a curious creature. He would never pick the same drink twice. He’d go through every drink in the menu at a completely random ass order until he had tried everything. And then we, like, never revisited that bar. Found a new one with a new menu and did the same thing all over again. One per month, usually, depending on how often we went out for drinks.

He didn’t meet my gaze the entire time we had been waiting for our drinks, and it wasn’t until we had both taken a sip nearly twenty minutes later that he finally met my gaze.

He snickered into his cup, nearly spitting the alcohol back into the cup as he laughed. I tried not to laugh but I couldn’t help but snicker as well.

“Oh, fuck, shit, James!” I scolded as I wiped down the counter along with my lap some of the complementary napkins. Threw some at him with a laugh as I said, “What the hell’s been up with you lately?”

“Nothing, sheesh, Rae,” he said loudly, laughing just as hard. He took the napkins scattered all over his lap and began trying to help me wipe down the counter as well as his own lap and shirt. “You’re so fucking dramatic.”

“Fine, fine,” I said, wiping my mouth with a clean napkin before throwing it to the table. “Fine, I’ll act like you’re not acting shady as all fucking hell and that I’m just acting like another fucking drama queen.”

He laughed at my self-deprecating comment and I smiled at him.

“Alright, then,” he said, taking another sip. “Now that that’s settled, how was Wednesday? When I was gone?”

“Hm, yes, why were you gone?" I asked, taking a sip of my own. But when he gave me that look, I rolled my eyes and decidedly dropped it. “Fine, yes, right, ‘I’m a drama queen’,” I said mockingly. Scoffed and took a long sip. “Yeah, it was fine. Fucked Finn, that’s always fun. And damn, he’s hung like a fucking horse, and he loves the whole ‘sub-dom’ shit. And then I had sex with Roxanne, Macrom, Ilene, Ryan, and you know, the regulars.”

He nodded simply and we both took another sip before I told him, “Oh, right. I had my first orgasm then, too.”

This time, he really did spit out all of his drink back into his cup. “Holy shit, why the fuck didn’t you start with that?” he practically shouted, and I glanced around apologetically as the dim, dirty crowd glared at us.

“Sorry,” I mouthed at them before I turned back to him. “Yeah, you know Lily?”

“Uh, that innocent young girl who approached you about a month ago?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah, what of her- wait, was it her? Who made you orgasm?”

I nodded.

“What? Really?” he asked, setting his drink down on the counter. “Not me or anyone else at the brothel? Not motherfucking Finn or Ilene or any other regular? That amateur girl?”

“Yup,” I told him, nodding. “Yeah, and did I tell you we used to go to school together?”

This time, I hadn’t been looking at him, but I heard the splatter again as he spit out his drink for the third time. I turned to look at him, aghast, that I had timed this revelation at the perfect time, yet again. How the fuck was he so unlucky? It was hilarious, though.

“Gosh, James, you’re so fucking unlucky,” I told him, laughing still as I threw him a handful more of those napkins. “Can you set down the alcohol and let me tell you about my shitty life?”

So I told him about how I've been since the last time we had a night-to-dawn drunken chat. Unfortunately, just like my arousal, my ability to get drunk was very, very slim.

But! A very defined but!

James got drunk with just three fucking glasses of literally any. Fucking. Thing.

So after his fifth drink and my seventh, he slumped across the counter, drooling with his eyelids on the verge of closed. I threw back the rest of my drink and slammed the now empty glass on the counter with a satisfied sigh.

“So, James,” I said with a smirk as an idea blossomed in my mind. He tried to open his eyes blearily in response, so I took that as the cue to continue. “Where were you on Wednesday? And why were you so late on Friday and Saturday?”

“I can’t tell you tthhatt…” he slurred with a smile. “It’sss a… sssecrettt…”

“Oh?” I said. “Then it must’ve been really important. Why don’t you want to say?”

“Becaussse then my girrrlfriend will be more of a… girrrlfriend than a date…” he said, fully closing his eyes and twisting his head to tuck his face into his elbow. “Her name is...”