My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 6

Lauren's POV

I left the office an hour earlier: that way it would be enough time, to go home and take a good bath.

I realized that I was for sure, finally going crazy.

Do you want to be perfumed for a hooker? What's your problem?
I scorned to myself.

-"Fuck it. I'm going to feel better after a bath."

I took a long shower, and my stress from a whole day at work lessened. Few things were as pleasant as a cool bath. Later on, I was already at The Hills.

I drank my daily dose of whiskey while watching the girls entertaining their customers.

But where was she?

-"Alone tonight, Lauren?"—Samantha spoke with a sly voice while she massaged my shoulders.

-"Hello, Sam. I was looking for Camila. I've been here for twenty minutes, but I can't find her."—I told her.

-"It must be 'cause she has already a client, whom paid dearly for an entire night. Which means you can only see her tomorrow."

Had a man paid to stay with Camila all night? Was that allowed?

-"I didn't knew we could monopolize the girls here." —Disguise my bitterness with a fake smile.

-"My love, if you have money, you can do whatever you want."—Samantha replied.

-"Understood. Well, since Camila isn't here, maybe another girl can cheer me up today. Heard they have a new girl around here."

-"Lauren, you offend me! I'm being nice to you, and you don't even consider me an option?"

Samantha pretended to be hurt, pouting.

-"Sam dear, I'm just looking for someone new. Maybe another day?"—-I spoked in a fake tone, kissing her neck.

She shuddered.

-"I hate when you behave like that, Lauren.
Your power of seduction is a curse for us."

Saying that, she turned and went looking for the girl that she had mentioned.

So we could monopolize the girls here? Why hadn't anyone ever told me that before?

I had paid for an hour, once. But one night? All?

I imagined Camila with that man, at that moment.

He must be having fun, she was very good, unlike most of the girls at The Hills, she didn't exude vulgarity.

In a strange way, Camila seemed like a behaved prostitute, as if the promiscuity of her "profession" was balanced by an innocent air that emanated from her.

-"He must be having fun, that's for sure. Just hope he's being gentle."—I muttered.

I didn't like all the bruises on her body, and I didn't want to see new marks. A woman's body should be well treated, delicate and smooth, and it irritated me to see the marks of violence on Camila's body...or of any woman, of course.

-"Hi, are you Lauren?" A girl asked, trying to approach to me, with a dull look.

-"Yes, it's me. And you are...?"

-"My name is Hanna. Samantha told me that the most beautiful woman in the room wanted to stay with me tonight, so it wasn't difficult to find you."

-"Am I the most beautiful woman in this room? What a joke!"

-"Yes. From far. Maybe you shouldn't pay to have who you want around here. Some people should not be considered "work". —She said looking at me up and down.