Karen

Karen stood up and faced the mirror of the room. She could feel the warm breeze beneath her hair. It felt good especially when the aircondition of the room kept spewing out its cold freezing air.

She took a deep breath. She could feel a finger touching her skin under her arms. Her body could not keep shaking as it slid down at her side. She felt another one at the other side. Then another and another until she felt two warm hands at her hips.

This feels good. This really feels good. So warm. So safe. Why does it feel safe to be held like this? Why?

She grasped the arms of the one behind her as the hands made her hips shake from the left to the right. She no longer felt the warm breeze. It was replaced by two warm lips moving across her neck. With eyes still closed she could feel a warm body embracing her fully like a piece of cloth.

She turned around and kissed the lips. They tasted sweet and more sweeter as she felt something moving between those luscious lips.

Distracted, it took a while before she noticed that her feet was no longer touching the floor. Slowly she was being carried and laid down in the bed like a fragile piece of glassware.

So soft, so warm. Why does this feel so different.

She knew it was coming to an end. This feeling of bliss. She could feel it inside her. Something warm and getting hotter. It was painful at first but after one then two and three stabs it suddenly felt good.

Really good.

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The deed was done but too early for that night. She sat down and counted the pieces of paper left on the side of the bed. One, two, three……..eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.

Cheap bastard. Three hundred for a tip?!?!

She closed her eyes and tried to remember what just happened.

He WAS good. Maybe I should have been the one who should pay him.

Pay.

It was a good night. But not like the other nights where she gets a lot.

She grabbed her dress and took out a wallet from one of its pockets. She opened it and and smiled.

For my boy. My little boy