little lady | ed sheeran

Two

Zipping my skirt closed, I turn back to the bed to face him. He's still laying on the bed, covered in his sweat. I cringe at the hair on his chest rising up and down. After tiring himself out, the big guy couldn't even get up.
     "That was incredible." he blurts out, gasping for breath.
     It was always incredible, for them. As I laid there on the bed, beneath them, they always had the time of their lives. It was a good time, for them.
     I look to the floor. I squat down to pick his work clothes from the ground. Carefully, I lift the clothes up but something drops from the pile of clothes. I stare at the object as it twirls on the ground. When it finally ends and drops to the floor, I pick it up and observe it in my fingers. 
     "Hey! Put that back."the man instructs me.
     Glancing at him, I put the wedding ring back into the pants pocket. I look at the man as he finally rises from the bed. I back up after dropping his clothes on the bed. I walk over to the door and unlock it. He still isn't finished getting dressed. I have another appointment in half-an-hour. Not wanting to waste time, I go to the mirror. As I brush through my thick red curls, I watch the man in the reflection. I watch as he lifts his pants over his large hairy stomach, as he breathes loudly, as he buttons up his shirt, and as he slides his wedding ring over his porky finger.
     Finally, he finishes. I walk him to the door and open it for him. We walk out and as we go down the large, grand staircase we pass others: some customers and some workers. The click-clacking of heels surround the room.
     We reach the ground floor, and I make eye contact with Damian, a worker. He smiles at me as he leads a tall man to his room.
     The married man beside me grunts in disgust. "I fucking hate queers."
     My smile changes to a frown. I grit my teeth as we finally reach the velvet double doors. Forcing a smile, I open the door for him. "We hope to see you again, Mr. Wellington." I say as he walks through the door.
     I shut the door behind as I walk back up to room. Sometimes I didn't know whether it was the staircase that made my legs sore or if it was the men. Pop had large land. If you dare called this a house, you'd say it was a mansion. It was more of a hotel in my opinion. With six floors and a giant spiraling staircase, the place was luxurious. But if you strip away the fancy ornaments and the expensive decor, the place is what it is: a brothel.
     As I get to the second floor, where my room is, I check the time on my watch. I have twenty-five minutes to straighten up my room.  When I get to my door, I check to see the status of my room. I keep it switched on RESERVED seeing how my customer should be here soon. Mr. Forester is the last one for the day, like he always is.
     I start fixing the sheets on the bed as soon as I enter the room. The majority of the time, all I had to do was straighten them out. There was never a need to go under the covers. I fluff up both of the pillows and lay them flat on the bed. After I'm done, I go to my nightstand to get some incense. Mr. Forester requested for me to burn incense every time before our appointment.
     After lighting the sticks, I sigh. I can't wait till this session is over. Mr. Forester was my favorite customer. Throughout the years, he's the few that didn't treat me like a sex doll. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he never tries to have sex with me.
     Mr. Forester didn't come for a sexual partner, he came for a partner. Just a person that he could talk to. He claimed to have an abundant amount of money that he didn't know what to do with. He wanted someone to be with but his pride prevented him to actually pay for someone to have sex with him.
     A couple of minutes after I'm done redoing my makeup, a sharp loud bell dances around the room. My head snaps to the left, at the door. I adjust my skirt and shirt as I get to the door. A soft smile is on my face as I open the door.
     "Tanya!" Mr. Forester's large smile greets me. He hugs me tightly as I do the same to him. "Happy birthday."
     "Thank you, Mr. Forester." I say as he rocks me back and forth.
     "How many times do I have to tell you, Tanya? Call me Jacob."
     We part and I pull him inside. The smell of Chinese food invades my nostrils as we sit on the bed. Legs criss-crossed, we get comfortable on the bed.
     "I felt like you probably haven't eaten all day." He was right. I hadn't.
     I shrug at him.
     "You look nice today, Tanya." He smiles at me.
     "Oh, thank you." I whisper. "You like great, Jacob."
     "Well, I don't feel so great." he sighs. He starts to open up the bag and pulls out two quarts. He hands one to me along with a fork.
     "Why, what happened?" I ask, genuinely concerned.
     "I lost my job today."
     "What? Why?"
     "It was that damn boss." He shakes his head as he chews on his rice.
     "She's so bloody controlling. She never shuts her mouth. Every time I do something, there's a problem. Almost everyday she drags me to her office so she can yell at me! She's such a bitch."
     "Wait, so did she fire you or did you quit?"
     "I...."
      I look at him, quirking my eyebrow.
     "She fired me."
     "I'm sorry." I say, putting my hand on his shoulder. "But what made her finally decide to fire you?"
     He looks up from his food and into my green eyes. His hazel eyes grow dark as they look into me.
     "She was being a bitch."
     Shocked, I gape at him. I've never heard his voice be so cold before.
     He puts his hand on mine and holds it in his hand. He sits up right, putting his feet on the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out."
     Nodding, I say "It's okay, Jacob."
     "You just, you just don't understand how irritating that woman was. She pushed me around like she controlled every aspect of my life. Everyday she would talk down to me, like I was an ignorant child." His hand goes down, along with mine. He drops it, as he drops his hands on the bed. "She called me into her office, screeching about some technicality. She fucking yelled at me for the longest." He pauses.
     His legs shook as he spoke. His dark hair fell around his eyes.
     "Then, she slapped me when I told her there wasn't any mistake in my report. Accusing me of calling her a liar." He starts shaking his head. "Tanya, I snapped."
     "Jacob, it's okay." I put my hand on his shoulder, getting closer to him.
     "It felt so good finally getting back at her." His legs stop shaking. "Finally being able to put that woman in her place."
     I tense up, but not wanting to make things more awkward, I kept my hand on his shoulder.
     "It felt so good to pin her down on her desk and bend her over, taking her.."
     "Jacob?"
     His eyes snap to me through his dark locks. "You are so beautiful, Tanya."
     I nod, thanking him. At the moment, I'm very uncomfortable. I realize that I am way too close to him right now.
     "You're so much nicer than her, you know." he whispers. "You're better than her in every way." His eyes rake over my body, making me feel even more uncomfortable.
     He turns to me and puts his hands on the sides of me. Leaning in, he allows me to smell the faint scent of alcohol. He expects me to kiss him and I know that I have to let him because whenever a man walk through the doors of this place, good things never happen.
     His lips land on my own, forcefully. He let his entire body fall on mine, pushing me down to the bed. I can feel his erection prodding the front of my body. As he continues to kiss me, I refuse to kiss back.
     "C'mon." he grunts, frustrated with my reluctance. His head drops down to my neck, kissing it.. "If you can get paid like a whore, you might as well act like one."