Chocolate is for Women in Lust

Chapter 2

Josh's mouth opened into a small round O as he gawked at the gorgeous prostitute like an idiot.

"Who the hell are you!?" the girl, or woman more correctly, gave him a suspicious glare. She looked alarmed, but Josh thought he also saw a fleeting look of guilt, but he wasn't too sure.

 "Josh." He answered stupidly. As if that suddenly explained who he was. Wait, he told himself, isn't she supposed to be expecting him?

"I thought you were expecting me?" he mouthed his thoughts as he momentarily forgot about his need to use the bathroom.

"I was expecting a BLOND man, yes. I wasn't told that a man with dark hair was visiting." Her eyebrows arched upwards inquisitively.

Josh sighed, "That would be my asshole of a friend, if you can even call him that, who paid to get me here." Her emerald eyes pierced him with a sharp look as if she was trying to figure out whether he was actually saying the truth.

"So from what you're saying, I'm supposed to believe he paid, but you get to be here?" the look on her face was beyond incredulous.

"Yes." He nodded, "Unfortunately." He added, mumbling too low for her to hear.

She suddenly doubled over, cracking up in fits of laughter. Her smooth laugh sounded like honey to Josh's ears.

"Listen, I really need to use the loo." The loo? Josh was mentally smacking his head against the wall right now; this woman had an unsettling effect on him, something he wasn't much used to, "Can y-"

Through her laughter, she managed to point at another, this one single, golden door. What was with all this gold and red anyway?

Quickly shutting the door behind him, Josh used the toilet, and, after flushing, decided to take his time washing his hands. He could hear the woman's laughter die away now. God, he was seriously going to cause Cody some physical harm next time he saw him. Trying to forget that son of a....he stared at himself in the large mirror and tried to think what on god's earth he was going to do for the rest of the night. He sure as hell wasn't going to do anything with this woman, beautiful as she was. She looked kind of classy; as in she didn't look like those cheap whores you'd find on the streets. Nevertheless, she was a prostitute, and Josh found it morally repelling to have sex for money.

Looking around, he tried to waste time. The bathroom was as big as his kitchen. There was a huge red hot tub on the side, and the taps where heart-shaped...way too gooey for his liking. Promising himself that he will never have a gold and red themed bathroom, or rather a gold and red themed anything, Josh just continued staring at himself in the mirror. Inspecting his clean shaven jaws, he ran his hand over their smooth tanned surface. He usually preferred himself with at least a bit of his dark stubble; it made him feel and look slightly manlier.

Anyway, he wasn't expecting her to care whether he was gone a while, but when Josh had stayed in the large bathroom for over 20 minutes, he was surprised the woman didn't knock on the door.  Deciding that he couldn't stay in the toilet any longer, Josh gradually stepped out of the luxurious bathroom and onto the red carpet again.

He found her on the bed again, with the blond wig on.

"Before we start anything," her voice was dripping honey, and sexuality was just oozing out of her every letter, "You never saw a blond wig. You only saw blond hair. Is that clear, you sexy monster?" Josh knew that any other man would have instantly succumbed to her sweet voice and her green eyes. She was still in that black lingerie dress, but it was incredibly short and she was using that to her full advantage. Tearing his eyes away from her smooth fair calves, he reminded himself of where he was and who this was. She's a prostitute, he kept telling himself over and over again.