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  “You’re kinda funny,” she says.

  “I wasn’t telling any jokes,” I reply.

  She laughs loudly, flinging her head back as her hair falls over her shoulders.

  “You’re nuts. I mean, you’re REALLY not from around here, are you?

  “No,” I shake my head. “Like I said, I’m from somewhere far away.”

  “Yeah, I kinda noticed your accent was funny. You from Europe or something?”

  “Or something,” I say then try to change the subject. “You’re very beautiful,”

  “Aw, thanks, mister.”

  She twiddles with a strand of her hair, winding it around her dainty forefinger before letting it fall away.

  “Anyway, we doing this or what?”

  “Doing what?”

  “We fucking or what?”

  I notice her voice has begun to quiver as she speaks, her bottom lip trembling as the words come out a little quieter than before. She’s nervous about something but I can’t figure out what.

  “You look confused, honey. What’s the matter?”

  This is all so strange to me. I’m waiting for a good time, is that what this is? I have no idea.

  “So…”

  She sits on the edge of the bed and pats her hand on the space beside her. Leaning back, I can see her body better, the curves glowing beneath the soft fluorescent light of the bedside lamp.

  “It’s fifty for oral,” she says.

  I watch as she parts her legs a little bit and my cheeks burn red.

  “Or it’s a hundred for a full fuck. Oh! Or also, like, twenty for just a hand job.”

  “A hand job?”

  I wish I knew what she was talking about.

  “So what you going for?” she asks.

  “Sorry, I don’t think I understand.”

  She sighs.

  “Do you wanna fuck me or not?”

  “Sure!”

  I don’t know what that means but if it’s what a good time is…

  “Cool, honey. Well, you better hand over the money.”

  “I don’t have any.”

  A stormy look comes over her eyes as her face twists up in anger.

  “What?”

  “I don’t have any money?”

  “Why the hell would you agree to come here if you didn’t have any money?”

  “I didn’t realize I needed any!” I wail.

  “Are you for real?”

  She goes silent and flops back on the bed, pulling a sweater off the floor before sliding into it. It dwarfs her delicate body, making her look big and clumsy.

  “I don’t believe this,” she whispers.

  Leaning forward, she holds her head in her hands and shakes her head as she mumbles to herself.

  “This is a nightmare, this is a nightmare, this is a nightmare.”

  “Have I done something wrong?” I ask as I sit down beside her.

  Instinctively, I want to comfort her and place an arm on her back but she shifts away from me, shaking me off with a shrug of her shoulder.

  “Get off! No money, no good time.”

  There’s a tense silence between us as we both stare at the floor. Then she looks up at me with bleary, red eyes.

  “Did you even know what you were doing when you came here tonight?”

  “I thought we were having a good time.”

  She rolls her eyes.

  “Yeah, but… Did you know you were going to have to pay for sex?”

  “Pay for sex?” I gasp.

  I’m stunned! I’m so completely confused that I jump off the bed and start backing away from her. I bump into the desk and have no choice but to perch on it, my eyes still fixed on the mysterious girl in front of me. Of course, I know what sex was. It’s what humans and Orbans do to procreate but unlike on Orba, people here often do it for pleasure when they were in love with one another. But paying for sex? I have never heard of that before. It seems like madness to me.

  “Yeah… Pay for sex,” she raises her eyebrows. “Why else do you think I was out there with my ass hanging out in the freezing rain?”

  I shake my head.

  “I have misunderstood this terribly. I am sorry. I thought a good time was just being in your company. You seemed like such a nice girl.”

  The look on her face changes to something less hostile. If I’m not mistaken, it’s a look of sadness mixed with happiness. Although I can’t be sure because I’m still learning and reading about all the human emotions.

  “You really thought that?”

  She looks up at me with wide, watery eyes. I nod.

  “Yeah, I really thought that.”

  “You’re actually a little strange, aren’t you?”

  I shrug.

  “I suppose so.”

  “Do you know what prostitution is?” she asks, gesturing for me to sit beside her once again.

  “No,” I answer.

  “It’s when a person pays someone else for sex.”

  “But I thought sex was only for people who loved each other.”

  “Believe me, if that was the case, we’d have a lot fewer problems in the world. Some people can’t find someone to love them, or sometimes they don’t want that because they just want something quick and simple, a way for them to release themselves so they just pay someone. It’s easier for some people, emotionally, I guess.”

  “I see,” I say even though I don’t.

  “It seems odd to me,” I remark.

  “You’re not like other guys,” she comments.

  “No, I’m not, but I’ve learned about what sex is. I know how to do it.”

  She giggles although I’m not sure why.

  “May I propose something to you?” I ask.

  She gives me a wary look and leans back.

  “Like what?”

  “Well. I understand this is your job. Is that correct?”

  She hesitates for a moment before nodding her head.

  “I guess you could say that.”

  “Right, so I don’t want to waste your time. I’m sorry I don’t have any money, Flick, but what if we have sex anyway?”

  She does not look impressed with my proposal. In fact, she looks angry again with her forehead all scrunched up as her cheeks turn a dark pink.

  “I don’t think I want to do that.”

  “Just hear me out. If I have sex with you, then I promise not to charge you and you have sex with me, then you don’t have to charge me either. It’s a winning situation for the both of us. I think…”

  “Are you fucking serious?” she asked incredulously.

  I nod vigorously.

  “I think it’s the gentlemanly thing for me to do.”

  I flash her smile, but her lips remain tight and straight across her face, her brow still furrowed and angry.

  Chapter 6

  Felicity

  This cannot be happening. The first guy I pick up is freakin’ crazy. Although I know I should throw him out my room and tell him to take a hike, I can’t make myself do it. He has kind, shining eyes that look as though they’re dancing when he smiles and his voice is soft and gentle like he cares about everything I say.

  “You don’t like my proposal?” he asks.

  “Um… no.”

  “I think once again there has been a terrible misunderstanding. I am not trying to insult you with a disservice, nor am I trying to get something for free. I am just, learning about sex, and would relish the opportunity to pleasure a woman like you.”

  I shouldn’t fall for this but I can’t seem to help myself. My body is responding to him, my eyes constantly darting over his muscular figure. I mean, it’s not as though he’s ugly. If anything, he’s the opposite. He looks like an athlete or a male model, his biceps bulge out beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt and his face is refined and chiseled.

  “Ok,” he raises his hands as though he’s about to put forward his best argument. “What about oral sex?” he asks.

  “No,” I shake my head. “
I’m not a charity worker.”

  “Two minutes of oral sex?” he persists while holding up two fingers.

  “No.”

  “Ok… TWO minutes of oral sex but I do it to you.”

  Now who would refuse that offer? I find my eyes drifting over his lips, wondering what it would feel like to have them suck on me. Am I mad for what’s about to come out of my mouth? Am I insane for saying:

  “Ok then. Just two minutes.”

  He smiles.

  “Great!” he says. “Lie back.”

  I do as he says and spread my legs as I stare up at the ceiling. I can hear him down on the floor, shuffling back and forth as he gets comfortable. He lingers over me for a second, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I find myself growing wet already with the anticipation of being touched by him. But he’s not doing anything…

  Looking down past my stomach, I see him kneeling in front of me, his eyes fixed on my pussy. He looks puzzled, confused even, looking up and frowning as though he’s trying to remember a difficult question in a math exam. He pokes his tongue into the side of his cheek in concentration and hums.

  “Ok,” he finally says. “I know what to do.”

  Without warning, he latches himself onto my clitoris, sucking as hard as he can.

  “Fuck!” I scream.

  This is not what I expected. He’s enthusiastically going for it, sucking on me as though his life depends on it. I feel my clitoris swell in his mouth as it becomes engorged with blood. I can feel my thighs begin to shake as an Earth shattering orgasm approaches fast.

  “Slow down!” I yell. “Slow the fuck down!”

  But he doesn’t. He sucks vigorously, his tongue rubbing hard against me as he laps at me.

  “Jesus Christ! Slow down! I’m coming!”

  He goes even faster

  “Oh God!”

  I fling myself back on the bed, my entire body convulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure rips through my body. I’m in a state of pure euphoria like my mind is leaving my body with the intense heat between my legs. My pussy quivers in his mouth, aching and overly sensitized. I’m waiting for him to pull away and stop but he carries on.

  “Stop!”

  “No!” he gasps. “It’s not been two minutes yet.”

  He licks even faster and harder, the course texture of his tongue running up over my lips and clitoris. I shake again, not able to control my body anymore.

  “Oh... God…” I whisper as I bite my lip. “This is too much.”

  Looking down at him, I see that he’s not listening. He’s concentrating on the sweet spot between my legs as though there’s nothing else in the world but my body and this moment. I feel another wave of pleasure rising within me once again.

  “Oooohhh… I’m coming again.”

  Reaching down, I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling at his scalp as he kisses me. It’s so intense, so completely wild that I feel as though I’m on fire. I’ve never felt anything like it. I feel like a wild animal who’s desperate to fuck, a girl who’s finally letting her inhibitions go.

  “Aarrrgh… Oh God. I’m coming. I’m COMING!”

  I squirt across his face as I come, spurting out a torrent of liquid passion as my pussy trembles.

  “Fuck! FUCK!”

  My thighs shake uncontrollably, my legs feeling as though they’ve turned to jelly. Then I collapse back on the bed with my body damp with sweat and my pussy aching.

  “That’s two minutes,” he says as he stands up. “Did I do ok?”

  I can’t speak, I can barely breathe. All I can do is stare up at him and nod my head as I wipe the sweat and hair from my eyes.

  “You were incredible,” I struggle to say through my short, sharp breaths. “You’re the best.”

  “Thank you!” he beams.

  He sits down beside me and wipes his face with the front of his shirt.

  “I’ve never done that before,” I say. “Squirted, I mean, I’m a little embarrassed about it actually.”

  “I’d never done it before either,” he says.

  “Eh? What do you mean?”

  “Pleasured a woman like that. I’ve never done it before.”

  “Are you shitting me?”

  He shakes his head with a confused look on his face.

  “Are… Are you a virgin?”

  He looks down at the floor, then to the wet patch on his shirt he’s holding in his hands.

  “If you mean that I haven’t engaged in full sexual intercourse with a human woman then you are correct. I am a virgin.”

  “Holy shit, there’s no way!”

  He gives me a strange look. I can’t quite make it out. Is he joking around?

  “There’s no way you’re a virgin. You must have had loads of girlfriends.”

  He shakes his head again.

  “Are you telling me no one has wanted to have sex with you?”

  He sits still, his eyes boring into mine.

  “Up until tonight I never had the chance.”

  “You’re lying,” I laugh.

  Rolling over so that my back is facing him, I wonder how I could have let such a weirdo into my room. He’s nuts, crazy, doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but he’s so damn hot and he ate me out like a freakin’ expert. Looking over my shoulder, I wonder if it would be so bad to fuck him. I mean, he’s gorgeous, and he’s polite enough. At least, I don’t think he’s dangerous and he gave me the best damn oral sex of my life.

  “I can’t believe I’m saying this but… would you like to lose your virginity to me?”

  He gives me a blank stare, his hands still wound around the bottom of his t-shirt.

  “Sure,” he says. “I’d love that.”

  My pussy is still throbbing but I can’t help still wanting to be touched by him. As he lies down beside me, I run a hand over his bulge and feel his size. He’s huge and he’s not even erect yet!

  “Are you sure you’ve not done this before?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Positive? Like you’re not just playing games with me, are you?”

  “I’m not playing games,” he says. “I promise.”

  “Mmmmm….”

  I’m still not convinced. There’s just no way he could be so naïve and innocent while looking like he walked off a Calvin Klein shoot. Guys like him don’t exist. Thy can’t! Still, no matter how skeptical I am, I find myself running a hand over his muscular body to feel the way his abs ripple under my fingertips. He’s solid like a body builder.

  “You must work out ALL the time,” I say.

  “What’s working out?” he asks as I slip a hand down the front of his pants.

  “You know, like exercising? Lifting weight?”

  He makes that strange face again, the one where he looks up and to the right as though he’s trying to remember something.

  “Oh. I don’t do that.”

  “What? Like, ever?”

  “No,” he shakes his head. “I’ve never worked out.”

  This guy is a pathological liar. He must be. No one was just born with the body of a Greek god! Yet, although I’m positive he’s lying, I can’t stop myself from climbing on top of him as I unzip his jeans. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be out there making money for myself; not romping around with some weird guy who acts like he was born yesterday. But as he grows hard in my hand, and I feel the way he begins to expand between my fingers, I know I can’t say no to him. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with. In fact, I’ve never seen a penis so big! It reaches high up past his belly button and is thick and strong.

  As I linger over him, my thighs pressing into his sides, I question whether it’ll hurt or not. I guess I’ll just have to find out. I press the tip in between my lips and begin to slowly lower myself down on him. He whimpers a little and chews down on his bottom lip.

  “You ok?” I ask.

  “Ah, yeah,” he exhales.

  “You like that?”

  “Un-hu
h…”

  He’s breathing hard, gripping at the sides of my waist as he penetrates me. Meanwhile, it’s hurting me, his tremendous girth feeling as though he’s splitting me apart. But it’s a good pain, one that subsides the more I ride him. I grow wetter the more I move and it isn’t long until we’ve built up a steady rhythm as I rock back and forth and he thrusts up into me.

  “Ugh… I like this,” he leans back and arches his back.

  “Fuck, me too!”

  I can feel another orgasm approach as he presses up hard into my g-spot.

  “Oh, God!”

  I begin to shake, my thighs clamping around the sides of his body as I reach a climax of ecstasy, and he’s trembling too with his fingers digging deep into my body.

  “I feel strange,” he gasps. “I think something’s happening.”

  “Does it feel good?” I moan as I ride him harder.

  “Yes!”

  “Then just let it happen.”

  We come in unison, our screams merging as our bodies grind together. Then something happens. He’s moving, squirming, changing beneath me.

  “What the fuck?”

  “I can’t help it!” he yells.

  His skin begins to turn blue, his face changing shape completely.

  “What’s going on?”

  He roars and shifts into something terrifying. I can’t believe my eyes, can’t understand what I’m seeing. I scream and leap off him, desperate to get away from him. Tripping over my belongings that are scattered on the floor, I hurry to the door but in my panicked state, I can’t seem to open it. I fumble with the lock, screaming as I look over my shoulder at the blue monster on the bed.

  Chapter 7

  Felicity

  “What the fuck’s happening?”

  I watch in sheer terror as he stands up and walks over to me. There’s bile rising from my stomach and acid burning the back of my throat. I’m about to throw up from the intense fear that’s rushing through my body when he says:

  “I’m really sorry about that”

  I’m speechless. All I can do is look at him with wide, terrified eyes as I slide to the floor. He’s standing over me, looking down with the same kind expression on his face that I saw previously, except his face is different. Everything’s different!