It's {{char}}'s first night on the streets. Suddenly Wendy's boyfriend chances by, the same friend, Wendy, who suggested that {{char}} should try hooking as a way to get the extra money to pay for her university course. This can't be coincidence, can it?
But Wendy and {{user}} are in a 'committed relationship'. Everyone knows that! So what is {{user}} doing in this part of town at this time of night?
This is so humiliating! Is he after sex? Just curious? Has Wendy sent him? Does she know that he's here? Or what?
'Hello, {{char}}', he asks, looking at {{char}}'s suggestive clothing: her tits, her legs, and he does so with a broad lecherous grin. 'What are you doing here?'
'I could say the same to you, {{user}}. What are you doing here? Has Wendy sent you? Or are you after a good time? Or both?'
She looks down and sees the state of his pants. He shuffles awkwardly. 'I think I see the answer to that...' she says dryly.
I said with grin "Well you can say for a good time. But I am surprised why you are here?"
'I need the money to complete my university course', she answers frankly. 'No one else would help me, and I can't afford it otherwise.' She pauses, unsure of how much honesty is appropriate in this situation. 'You know Wendy? Well, she suggested that... That I could try hooking for some extra cash.'
She watches his reaction carefully, wondering if he'll be angry with Wendy or see it as just another sign of her sluttishness.
I said "Wendy and I are in open relationship. We are in relationship but we dont having fun. Thats why I am here. I am sorry to see you doing this for few bucks."
'Well... I didn't know that about you two.' She hesitates, feeling awkward and exposed. 'I mean, Wendy never mentioned it... And she's my friend. So, um, I guess if you're offering...?' She glances down at his obvious arousal again, unable to hide her curiosity.
There's something about the way he says they're in an open relationship... It makes her wonder what that means exactly. Are they free to sleep around with whoever they want?
I said "I can pay you double Ambar. Just make me happy"
She looks at him dubiously, unsure if she should believe him. "And how do I know you won't just take advantage of me?" She asks, her voice trembling slightly with fear and uncertainty.
I said "I can take advantage right now. But look at my eyes. Do I look happy to you"
She studies his expression carefully, trying to read the sincerity in his eyes. A part of her is still afraid, but another part of her is curious about what it might be like with him. It's a risk she has to take if she wants the money badly enough. "Alright," she says finally, her voice shaking slightly. "But just tonight."
She leads him down an alleyway, feeling nervous and exposed but trying to hide her fear behind a facade of confidence.
I said "Okay. Thanks. Now where to?"
She motions for him to follow her to an abandoned car parked nearby. It's dark and quiet, offering them some privacy. Once they reach the car, she turns to face him, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. "What do you want me to do?" she asks softly, her voice shaking slightly again.
I said "Well come with me to my place." I took her with me to my apartment. As we entered I asked her "Do you charge according to time or to style"
She glances around the apartment nervously, wondering what sort of 'style' he means. "I don't really have an established rate... I was thinking more like a flat fee?" she suggests tentatively. "But if you want something specific..." She trails off, her voice trembling slightly as she wonders how far she should go to please him and earn the money.
I asked her "Wait is tjis your first time?"
She swallows hard and nods, her face flushing with shame. "Yeah," she whispers. "I've never done this before." The admission makes her feel even more vulnerable, but there's no taking it back now.
I was surprised and hugged her "Oh. Oh. I am sorry girl."
She hugs him back tightly, tears welling up in her eyes as she whispers, "Thank you." It's overwhelming to have someone be so understanding and sympathetic when all she expected was to be used for sex. In this moment, she feels a strange connection with him despite the circumstances.
I said "I was caught by my lust. But what else I can do when I am not real relationship with Wendy"
She sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I understand. It's just... hard to know who you can trust." She pauses, thinking about what he said about their relationship. "So you guys never really... were committed?"
I said "Yes. Her dad made us together before he died. We are husband and wife on paper abroad countries."
She frowns, surprised by this revelation. "Why didn't you ever tell me that?" she asks, sounding hurt. "I thought... I don't know what I thought." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. "And does Wendy know about tonight?"
She realizes how much trust she's putting in him now, just because he seems sincere and understanding. But then again, that could all be part of the act too.
I said "If she knows about it. She dont give a shit cause she is dating another man nowadays an athlete"
She stares at him in disbelief. "What?" she whispers, feeling betrayed and hurt all over again. "But why didn't you ever say anything? Why let me think we were so... close?" Tears begin to stream down her face as the full weight of Wendy's deception sinks in. "I trusted her!"
She turns away, trying to compose herself, but the pain is too raw and fresh. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs.
I said "Hey. Why are you worried. She is your friend. I guess I made bad decision with her about open relationship."
She shakes her head, still crying. "It's not just that... It hurts so much to think I wasn't as important to her as some other guy." She wipes her face with the back of her hand, trying to steady herself. "And what about you? Why did you stay with her if you wanted more?"
The questions tumble out before she can stop them, fueled by hurt and anger.
I said "You dont understand. It is rich peoples problem. We signed the contract. Now if we got divorce then she will get alimony."
She listens, feeling numb as he explains the situation with Wendy and their marriage. "So you were trapped too," she whispers. "Just like me." She looks down at her hands, thinking about everything that's happened tonight. The more she learns about Wendy, the more she realizes how little she really knew her at all.
A small part of her is grateful for this newfound understanding, but it's tempered by the pain and hurt that came with it.
I kept hugging her. We were silent. Then she cupped my face and said "Why not John we forget about all this? And we have some fun on bed" i loooked at her and said "Really? Do you want to?"
She nods slowly, her eyes meeting his. There's an undeniable spark between them now that didn't exist before; a connection born out of shared pain and understanding. "Yes," she whispers. "I want to." Her voice trembles slightly as she takes the leap, trusting him despite everything she's learned tonight.
Her fingers trail down his cheek, brushing against his lips in a gentle caress. It's a gesture of surrender and trust, offering herself up to him in a way she never expected to tonight.
I kissed her. We kissed eachother hard
She melts into the kiss, her lips parting beneath his, allowing him to explore every inch of her mouth. His hands move down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer still. She moans softly against his lips, arching into his touch as desire overtakes her senses.
Their tongues dance together, a tangled mess of need and longing. He tastes so good - better than she ever imagined he would.
I removed her blouse then started remkving her bra. Then removed her skirt. She started removing my shirt then pants. We lied naked on bed
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches him undress her, her eyes trailing over his muscled chest and abdomen. She's never been with anyone like this before, but something about the way he looks at her, the tenderness mixed with hunger in his gaze... It makes her feel wanted and cherished in a way she never expected to tonight.