Cuddling costs extra [j.jk ff.]

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I adjusted my dress that has ridden a bit too high on my thigh for my liking. Looking at the blog of this woman was a bad decision, I now realized. I wanted to make a good first impression, but by looking at the article I achieved the total opposite, or exactly what other people would want to dress like when going to a brothel. My plan to dress elegantly backfired into a slutty too short and more than tempting dress.

The taxi stopped in front of the little house in the red light district of town. I couldn't imagine how they would fit anything in that small building, but I got out anyway, praying the taxi driver did not just send me to a horrible death by some serial killer in a 5 square meter house. 

I sighed, as I watched the taxi drive away with a strong yearning in my eyes. I wish I could just go home again and forget about this stupid idea. But as I looked around, I figured it would be safer for me if I went in, so I did. 

I hesitantly opened the door, taking a few seconds too long for my liking and was met with some stairs into the underground. "That explains a lot, actually" I muttered to myself and then descended into the unknown. 

The farther down I went, the louder the music got until I could decipher a song by the Weeknd. The walls were a crimson red and the light was very dim, shrouding the room in shadows. I was amazed by all the red armchairs scattered around and the little plateau which was highlighted with a spot light. 

A petite blonde was dancing in her lingerie on it, money scattered all around her. This was all very strange to me. As I looked around, my eyes fell on the reception desk, where a young girl was chewing gum and texting on her phone. I did seriously not want to know her age. 

With confident and determined steps I walked up to her and smiled to get her attention. That did not work however and I grew slightly irritated at her ignoring me. "Sorry? Am I interrupting anything important?" I asked her, trying my hardest to not get annoyed by her. 

Slowly her eyes drifted to me, scanning me over once, before smiling a huge smile. It was very hard for me to determine if it was fake or not. "I'm sorry, my boyfriend texted me. I'm sure you know how hard it is to focus when you're madly in love and planning for prom" she swooned and I grew a little pale. She was a high schooler.

"Umm... I'm looking for a-" she interrupted me immediately. "Oh honey, we all know why you are here. What is your preference?" I frowned at that. I was older than her, she should call me Unnie. 

"Yeah" I just muttered. "Male." She nodded at that, before flipping through a list on the computer, stopping the cursor over some name. I quickly stopped her before she could suggest anyone. 

"Just give me someone nice! I am willing to wait" I exclaimed, scared she would just assign me to the first guy that was done with whatever it is that he did. 

Her eyes lit up at the word. "How much are you willing to pay for an hour?" she asked suddenly. "Whatever it costs me" I answered too soon, without even thinking. A big grin stretched across the girl's features.  

"How about JK then? He can be anything you want him to be" she said, suggestively and I had to stop myself from snorting in amusement. "Oh, I sure hope so" I answered and leaned comfortably against the desk. 

The girl typed something into the computer and then turned her attention back to me. "So, he will be done in about fifteen minutes and then he is all yours for the next hour" she informed me and I nodded and went to sit somewhere when she stopped me once more. 

"Hey, lady! You have to pay in advance" she said, tugging at my sleeve. I sighed. "Of course... How much?" I ended up having to give that brat five hundred dollars! I grumbled as I handed her the money. 

"If you buy a membership it would only cost half from now on" she suggested then and I played with the thought in my mind. "Let's see if this JK dude is worthwhile" I answered her, smiling. If he could be what I was looking for, I would get the membership, but only then. 

I let myself fall into the comfy armchair and relax. I watched the dancing girl with curiosity. I could probably dance just as slutty as her... Would I get my five hundred dollars back if I got on stage with her? 

My thoughts, however, were soon interrupted, as I felt a warm breath on my neck. I didn't flinch, I just sat rooted to my spot. "Haneul told me you requested for me?" a deep husky voice whispered into my ear and I could only nod like a total dumbass. 

A chuckle was uttered right into my ear and a shiver ran down my spine. "What is your name, beautiful?"

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