The Orgasm Donor (18+)

Prologue

ARGH! This is infuriating. Why the hell can't I find some release?!! I immediately stood up from my bed and grudgingly went to my desktop and turn it off including that filthy porn video. I hate my horny self for not finding release for what- almost a year. Can you imagine how my sexual life sucks?

I lay down in my bed, thinking of that western stupid boy's proposal whom I met in a humiliating women's comfort room.

"Can't find yer release, eh? Aww. Frustrating no? Did you find some alternatives?" I wanna smack myself for nodding. Now, this stupidly handsome and hotter than the hottest guy chuckled because of my answer. I wish the floor opens up and swallow me whole. I hate myself. 

"Ohh.." Then he laughs. Even thoughhe looked so dangerously handsome I still want to punch the living hell of him. 

"Maybe you need some help." He innocently said as he puts his thumb and forefinger as if thinking for some 'help'. 

"What help? Do I look like someone wants help?" I whisper-shouted at him. Reminding we are in a public women's powder room with only the two of us. If someone enters- I don't want to think the possibilities. The humiliation I received from this- this guy is too much handle. 

"Do I really need to answer that or..." He trailed cocking his eyebrow. Stupid, sexy man. 

"No need. I can handle." I sighed. With all this talking and post-masturbating-gone-railing is taking its toll from me. 

"Well, as I've said I think you need some serious help." He said innocently...again. 

"Like serious? As in serious 50/50 and death matters?" He nodded childishly like he wants some cookie. 

"Then what the hell it is?!" I nearly shouted but I reminded myself where we are. 

"...I think you need some orgasm donor. And you're lucky I'm here to help." He said nonchalantly as if talking about the weather in Illinois. I don't know what happened to me but with mouth agaping and eyes wide as saucers, I rushed to his side and kicked his gut. Serves him right then and there.

And he still wants me to call him if I change my mind. Hmph! As if, no. Well, it matters if-- Argh! don't even go there. Yes, yes. You can do it ALONE. Yes, yes. I repeated to myself.