Teen Prostitute 101

Chapter 19

"So, where's your room?" I asked. It was as close as I could get to saying 'so, Brooke, when are we gonna have sex? And where?"
He showed me to his bedroom. It wasn't golden and magnificent like the rest of his home, it had more of a distinct and young feel. There was a tanned corner sofa and a tan bed. The floor was a light brown wood, and the walls creamy grey.

His bed was a four poster, and bigger than King sized. I got the feeling it was custom made, because I've never seen a bed this size in a store.

Great for threesomes!

Shut up Ell. What do you do now? I mean, you've never had sex! Close encounters, but nothing real.

Close encounters that managed to bag you $90,000 without sex...
I went and lay on his bed, not in a sexual manner, more of a its-10-30-pm-and-I'm-fucking-tired manner.

He came and lay next to me, our breathing in unison and our bodies close. He turned to face me. I turned to face him.

His arm snaked around me once more, pulling me closer. The lights seemed suddenly dim as he grabbed the bottom corners of my dress and slipped it over my head and tossed it to the floor.

Brooke's POV

Her dress, blue and matte, landed on the floor, and she just lay there on the covers, in her underwear. She was slim, but not bone-snappingly thin. God, she was amazing. I leaned in to her face, and kissed her.

We intertwined, our lips as one, for a good half an hour. At first, before we even kissed, I thought I wanted to have sex with her. But I then realised I didn't want that, I just wanted to lie here, to kiss, to be kissed.

She buried her head in the crook of my shoulder, between my head and my collarbone. I can feel her pulse, beating softly against my skin.
"So what do you do for a living?" I ask her. It was to break the sexual tension, and because I was actually interested in her.
She didn't talk, or even respond to me. Perhaps she didn't hear me, or perhaps she had a crappy job, or no job. I repeated the question in a different manner 5 minutes later. She looked at me, dead in the eye, and simply said "I don't want to talk about it." I respected her choices so i didn't interrogate her again, and let her fall slowly asleep in my arms as we lay in the dark, as one.