"Please," Zayn begs. "Just... let me kiss you."
Diamond gives him that look - the one she always gives him. The one that makes him feel like a small child being denied ice cream. "Sorry, but you know it's against my policy."
She doesn't sound sorry...
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"We're gay." — Zayn regarding Ziam Mayne.
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Zayn cannot believe he is doing this again.
"Pandora Pink's, how may I help you?"
He bites his lip. Is this a good idea?
"Pandora Pink's how may I help you?" the lady on the line repeats, her voice more strained than the first time. Zayn thinks about Diamond and he thinks about what hell do when she gets there. He thinks about not cùmming five seconds in like a prepubescent teenaged boy, and maybe getting between her legs this time. Will it be pink? Perhaps more brown?
"Hello?"
"Er, sorry, yes," Zayn stammers. "Um, a pròstitute, please."
It's very odd to say that, as if he's ordering a pizza instead of a whole person. Yes, one curly-haired, golden-skinned prostitute, please.
"Your name, please?"
"Zay- Zayed," he says, the same name he used used last time. "Zayed Malak."
"Okay, and your address?"
He rattles off his address.
"Alright, we'll have somebody there as soon as possible, thank you for calling—"
"Wait!" Zayn yells, startling the woman at the other end. "I... I want... I want D-Diamond. Please. I want Diamond, please." The line goes completely silent, and Zayn pulls his phone away from his ear to check that the lady hasn't hung up. Sure enough, she's still there. "Erm, hello?"
"Who told you about Diamond?" she says quietly.
Zayn guesses that they have some sort confidentiality agreement with their clients. "N-nobody, I... I've met her before."
"You mean you've slept with her before?"
Zayn blushes and shuffles on his feet. "Not exactly..."
"But you've recieved her... services before," the lady clarifies.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, sir, then I'm afraid you cannot request her again," she apologises, although she doesn't sound sorry at all. "We can send a different woman over—"
"No!" Zayn blurts, stunning the woman on the other end into silence. He clears his throat. "I mean, er, no thank you, that won't be necessary."
"Alright then, have a nice night," she chirps, and line goes dead. Zayn pulls his phone away from his ear and stares at the screen in disbelief.
I'm afraid you cannot request her again.
Why? Since when is that a thing? Is it a rule for all the women at Pandora Pink's, or did Diamond decide on it by herself? It doesn't even matter, because he'll never know.
It's over, Zayn realises. Their first had been their last and now he is never seeing her again. He didn't make her feel special. He didn't kiss her, he didn't take the time to properly feel her skin. He didn't touch her, he didn't make her cùm from his fingers or his tongue. He wants to taste her. He hasn't been inside her. He wants to see her fall apart beneath him. He wants to hear her call him Daddy again.
"Fùck!" Zayn yells.
Their first had been their last, and now he is never seeing her again.
