Hell in my eyes!

Hell in my eyes! [Chapter 09: A fucking hooker]

I watched him as he rested for a good thirty minutes, my eyes halfway open and my mind streaming with thoughts of guilt, shock, pleasure, and to my dismay lust. Yes I felt lust and now I feel so dirty. I was ready to sleep, but I was too nervous and too paranoid to let myself. Luckily, he woke up just in time when I was about ready to give in.

“Hello.” He smiled.

“Hi.” I gave a small smile back. Since when was I so nice and polite? Sex does that to you.

“I’m going to shower.”

He lifted himself off the bed, a sheet draped around his manhood for respect. Like I need respect. Psh!

“Okay.” I wasn’t sure of what else to say, but apparently it was the wrong answer.

“Care to join me?” I wanted to just smack him and say no, but he had turned me into his rag, and I couldn’t resist. I still needed the money, and I was willing to do whatever it took. I had to!

“Sure.”

I flashed yet another smile across my face and got up behind him, the second sheet wrapped around me from the chest and down. We made our way to the shower, and I got to do the honors of starting it up. When it was set, he got in and I followed. I was pretty fucking gross from sleeping outside, though. I watched as he scrubbed shampoo through his hair, a small request for me to rub the dirt off him was asked by my mind and I unknowingly obeyed. He was strangely handsome. What the hell I am thinking? It was just a damn night that I could get easy money.

He opened his eyes as soon as the shampoo was lather out and smiled at me, taking me carefully by the upper arms and putting me beneath the steamy water. I was now soaked, but he didn’t care and neither did I. I was surprised he didn’t make a face of disgust and pulled me towards his chest, his arms around my chest. I was frozen. I began to rinse through my hair when he spoke.

“So Trisha, where do you live?”I paused. How the fuck does he knows my name?! It was almost like he read my mind or took a very good guess, because he immediately followed the statement with.  “I’m sure you know my nephew, Aaron. He told me about you.”

WHAT?! If I had a glass of water and a camera, you would have seen me spitting up liquid all over the place. This is his fucking uncle?! Aaron’s uncle? Damn it! But that’s my luck as usual. I felt mutated and disgusting…and it wasn’t like the dirty rag theory, either. I felt like I was in a mental institution, sleeping in someone else’s feces and brushing my teeth with their piss. I couldn’t show it, though.

“Oh.” What else was I supposed to fucking say? I was there frozen and disgusted with myself.

“I know you must be weirded out. I’m a lot older than you…”

He trailed off, but I immediately answered his rambles.

“No-no-no, its fine.” Why was I lying? Because if I said otherwise there would be the possibility of losing the money I had to get. There was an awkward silence after that, and I watched as he made his way back under the water to continue scrubbing himself off.

“So…” I said, attempted to break the silence. “Where do you work?”

“I own a fashion shop.” He simple stated.

Ugh. God.I hate fashion. The conversation continued on like so, nothing interesting discussed. All I found out was that his name was Lucian and he came from Russia, and that he was Star’s brother. The same Moon from Destiny… I wanted to vomit.  After we got out of the shower and dressed, he took his suitcase and bid me a farewell along with an extra fifty bucks. Shit payment, but who could blame him? He gave me two hundred earlier. As the door shut, I waited until the footsteps from down the hall become mute. When they were gone, I squealed and squeezed my knees.

“Trisha! You’re a fucking hooker!” I cried.