aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...... I shouted out loud, sat straight, and impulsively kicked the man next to me, sharing the same bed.

"Who the hell are you? You jerk!

How dare you sleep next to me!

He, down on the floor holding his back, made a frown face, all of a sudden stood up, had my arms held with his one hand stuck me onto the bed, lays on top of me.

With a little smirk and low voice "Who wanna sleep with whom"! as far as I remember you came into my arms.

(Mimicking women's voice) Let's sleep together tonight hmm.., you handsome man! "Recalled anything or do I need to remind you how you ...... ", beamed flirty on my lips.

Embarrassedly, I put my hands on his lips to shut him. "Aah, no no , I got it." I don't have money, can you adjust with 20 won. I said

He glaring at me with a confused sight, said: What? 20 won!

"Huh, your service wasn't that good either. " I replied.

A disappointed sarcastic laugh, "Did I just worth 20 won, not that good service, huh!" As much as I remember you were the one begging to stop.

As he gave me a sly smirk and a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Whoa stop! This much pleasure, can't bear it".

Released my hand, rested next to me, choked out of laughter "ha ha ha haa...., stop huh! I can't take it, Whoa there, can't handle all this pleasure! ha ha haa..."." He blushed as if he was getting flashbacks of every nonsense came out my mouth last night and seemed flustered for his hard work.

At that moment I was frozen out of embarrassment, gave him a sudden, 2-3 beating.

"Huh, stop laughing at me I will pay you full". Okay! Fine.

Pay me for what? He replied.

(Huh, what will he take to stop teasing me!) Don't you know your good deed! But I swear I don't have money right now. I will pay you in instalments later on, weekly or monthly.

With a proud smile, he replied, Oh! you wanna reward me, for my good deeds hah. You can pay me in another way. Let's stay together at my home.

Humh, who wanna stay with an escort, who serves every woman? I whispered as I got sick out of his creepy, "stay together statement".

"What? An escort! oh an escort", he said with a sudden shock and then happily accepted him as an escort.

Oh, I didn't mean it, I respect every profession. You must have faced many difficulties to lastly choose this way. But what made you say, "Stay at my home, ha". Don't cross your limits.

ZQ: Oh, I meant aaaa.... ya, I... I don't wanna lose my money, you need to stay near for me to keep check on you and make sure you don't leave without paying me.

(It's a nice idea, with no home left of mine. I got a place to stay and which man will be safer than him who must have been bored of lust.)

Oh, I will stay with you. Let's go. I screamed out of excitement due to my above-sorted conclusion.

TO BE CONTINUED......

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FICTION IS GREAT, BEING DELUSIONAL IS GREAT. BUT REALITY IS REALITY,
I CAN FEEL HOW BEING HEARTBROKEN LOOKS LIKE, THAT WANNA BE NORMAL AND SOME SUDDEN URGE OF INTOXICATION OF PAIN.
YOU BEING A MORAL PERSON, TRY TO FIGHT PAIN WITH YOGA AND BREATHING PRACTICES
.BUT TRY NOT TO GET INTO ABSURSED THINGS LIKE HAVING S*X WITH STRANGER AS HE MIGHT BLACKMAIL YOU IN FUTURE, BEING SO DRUNK THAT ANYONE CAN USE YOU. MY BABY AGAIN,
FICTION IS GREAT, BEING DELUSIONAL IS GREAT. BUT REALITY IS REALITY,