Lolita (h.s) ON HOLD

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It was exactly 12:42am when my sister left the house to see him. I needed to keep watch of Luna, helping her out in any time of day. She left the house in a dark coat and extremely high heels- I didn't even know she had them. A small bag was in her left hand and red lipstick lathered her lips. She looked like she was going out, but at this time on a Thursday?

She got into a dark car, leaning inside of it before putting her foot into the car and shutting the door, the car speeding off into the dark night. I hailed a taxi and followed her, telling the driver to "step on it" as we raced behind the black car. It's tinted windows made it hard to see, but it seemed as if she was deep in conversation with her driver.

It felt like we had driven miles before we stopped outside of a modern, brick walled apartment. We had to be on the other side of town, I didn't recognise this place. I thanked the taxi driver before getting out of the car and following them into the apartment. I quickly slid in between the door and the wall before entering the sleek, apartment building.

I could hear the chit-chat of Luna and an unknown male, making small talk until they silenced. "Here it is," the male said faintly, I quietly trudged up the stairs towards the apartment door. The man left it open, giving me a clear view of the neatly arranged apartment. The silence was interrupted by moans from both people. High pitched moans mixed with low grunts and gasps. I walked towards the bedroom, and poked my head through the door to see Luna on top of a man.

I couldn't quite see his face, but he had long, curly hair and a broad nose. I knew he was attractive, knowing Luna, she wouldn't go with a male any less attractive than Ian Somerhalder. Luna's breasts were open for the man to see, moving around and resting in the palm of the man's hands. Their lips collided with such force, her hands roaming over the man's body, palming his crotch.

He moaned deeply, closing his eyes and biting his lip as she kissed his neck, unzipping his pants and bringing her fingers to the waistline of his boxers. I gasped, my foot latching on to something causing my body to plummet to the ground. The moans stopped, both of the figures looking at me with wide eyes and wide mouths.

"Lolita?" she asked questioningly, raising her eyebrow and covering her chest with her hands. I struggled for words and the ability to create a coherent sentence. My breath caught in my throat when the man turned around. He looked shocked with a hint of a smirk on his face. He had perfect heart shaped lips, red from the previous kissing, a perfect nose and amazing eyes. They caught the light perfectly, the green reflecting off of the white light globe and sparkling like stars in the night sky.

All he did was stare. He stared at my face, then my chest, legs and finally my feet. He raised his eyebrows, nodding his head slightly and then cleared his throat. "I think I've had enough of your services for tonight." His voice was deep, croaky and a hint of embarrassment in it. I knew why Luna had been going out, why she'd be buying new things and why she seemed so lifeless in the mornings. She was a prostitute.

"L-Luna?" I said quietly, backing away from the doorway and out into the hall. "Lolita!" she said, following after me. "I never meant for you to see me like this." I backed against the wall, slowing my fast breathing and sliding down the wall. "But... why?" Now the tears were coming. They slowly slid down my face onto my shirt. A sob erupted from my throat. This feeling was foreign, something I'd only felt once.

Disappointment.

"I needed money for the rent Lolita.. I didn't have another choice. I didn't have enough time to get a job in time, you know that right?" I nodded and hid my head in my hands, quieting my sobs. I formed my hand into a fist and put it against my mouth, biting on my pale skin and squeezing my eyes shut.

Please tell me this is a dream?

Luna crouched down, her boots making her tower over me. She wrapped her arms around my frail body, rubbing my arms. "Look, this is my only way for me to support us, Please respect it. I feel comfortable selling my body, and that's my decision. If you're not comfortable with it, I understand, but please Lolita. I'm begging you. Please."

I looked up into her eyes. I could see hurt in them as well as a feeling of disappointment in herself as well. I trailed my gaze towards the doorway of the bedroom. There the man stood against the doorway, arms crossed and a look of confusion on his beautiful face. "Luna? Who's this?"

Luna unraveled her arms from her body and stood up. She cleared her throat and straightened out her clothing. "Harry, this is Lolita, my sister. Lolita, this is Harry."

I stayed still. I didn't want to touch a man that required 'services' for pleasure. He looks cocky, arrogant and seemed like the only decent thing about him was his hair... or maybe his eyes. I stood up, nodded my head at her and Harry and walked out of the apartment. I walked down the steps two at a time, trying to catch my balance on the banister. I rushed out into the fresh, two AM air and sat on a bench outside Harry's apartment.

I doubt that a taxi would come at 2 in the morning. How would I get home? I took out my phone and texted Luna, asking her how we'd get home. She replied instantly; "Harry will take us, there's no other choice"

Are you kidding me? I replied with an 'ok' and continued sitting on the bench, crossing my legs and resting my head on my hand. It was only minutes later when Luna walked out with Harry, telling me to follow her to the black Mercedes. When she opened the door, I stepped inside. It was sleek and modern, perfect for a wealthy man with a request for the service of a prostitute.

Luna and Harry sat at the front, myself at the back next to a satchel full of papers. I wonder what those papers included. Probably contracts for his whores, contracts for a month's worth of pleasure and pain.

The car ride was quiet, I never bothered to make conversation with Luna, I was too focused at looking at the dark night. Tonight had been a blur. I found out that my sister was a prostitute, met her servicer and cried in the corner, all in the span of an hour. Hopefully Luna wouldn't see him again, I didn't want her to. I was disappointed in her and myself.

I could've given her money from my job to help with the rent, but instead she said 'no' and there I went and watched my sister become a prostitute, something my mother would never be fond of. I'd always lived in a family of trust, conservation of love and support. If my mother found about Luna's scanty acts, she'd never look at her the same way again.

Harry finished the drive and thanked Luna. She nodded her head and slammed the door, her hand on my back as we walked up the stairs to our apartment. She opened the front door, taking off her boots and jacket. She stood in black lingerie, something I didn't even know she owned. "I'm gonna go change now, go to sleep."

She walked over to me and kissed my head before disappearing into our bedroom. She soon exited with her pajamas on and held the door open for me to go to sleep.

I was soon engulfed in a realm of darkness and thigh high boots.