Love For Sell

7

After a quick breakfast of toast, fruit preserves, and orange juice, Sana was back on her knees, her nose and her mouth buried in Tzuyu's wetness, having a different meal altogether. She slurped and nibbled until the actress was whimpering and humping her mouth in greedy juts of her hips. In her pants, Sana was hard again. It was difficult not to be, especially because Tzuyu was trying so hard to keep quiet. Which is why Sana made it her mission to help Tzuyu let loose. Make her scream.

At least, more so than she was already doing now.

Sana knew she made Tzuyu come plenty of times, so when she came up for air, her chin soaked with Tzuyu's cum, to see the actress's tits rising and falling, the sated smile on her lips, and her half closed eyelids was enough payment for Sana. Except...Not. She still needed the nine hundred bucks she was promised. Tzuyu may be one of the sexiest, most delightfully corruptible client Sana ever had, but that doesn't mean she gets her services for free.

By midday, Tzuyu was limp and melted against her bed, while Sana showered in her bathroom. She emerged, her skin damp and her hair clinging close to her body. Wearing nothing but her boxer briefs and the towel around her neck, Sana stooped down and picked up her clothes. "May I use your ironing board, if you have one?"

Tzuyu pointed towards the closet door, and watched as Sana dampened her shirt and proceeded to iron it. "So, it may sound insensitive of me to ask, seeing as you're still riding that post orgasmic haze. About the payment?"

The actress grunted and rolled over to her bedside table. She took out a cheque, scribbled on it, and handed it back to Sana. Nine hundred dollars, all in one piece of paper. The Prostitute tucked it in her wallet. She finished straightening out her clothes and slipped it on while it was still warm. Sana approached Tzuyu and kissed her forehead lightly. "You can call me whenever you want. I'm sure I'll always have time for you."

The cold autumn breeze stung Sana's cheeks while the sun beat down her back. She tightened her coat around her and wished she brought a scarf. She headed into the subway and waited for the D train that would take her to her apartment that overlooked Central Park. It took her twenty minutes at best, narrowly avoiding the man who preached the bible and the homeless women that tackled people until they give her spare change.

Now home free, Sana checked her phone and saw that she had another appointment in three hours. Which wasn't so bad, since it was close by. She could walk to the Empire hotel in Columbus Avenue in half an hour. But first, a snack and some alcohol. Not enough for a buzz, but certainly enough to feel the start of it.

After stripping down to nothing and stepping underneath the steaming jet of water, Sana allowed herself to think while she lathered her hair with vanilla scented shampoo. Tzuyu was the the type of client who sought her out for a pure physical connection, and it wasn't anything new. If anything, it was the most common form of clientele she received.

But there was something else; something hidden deep in the actress in the way she gasped out Sana's name while she came, her entire body shuddering with every touch. Or perhaps Sana was romanticising things. Or maybe it was the booze. Nonetheless, the thought of Tzuyu's arched, shaking body made her cock stir.

After the much needed shower, Sana dressed herself in a black and grey gingham shirt with the top three buttons unclasped, and a pair of linen jeans. She styled her hair until the thick locks were smooth and curled perfectly. She shrugged on her pea coat, made sure she had her belongings before heading out to meet with another client. Across the hotel was a bank, and she was reminded of Tzuyu's cheque. But she would get that later.

The text she received earlier told her to head up to room 1432, which she did. She nodded at the manager who nodded back. Once there, she rapped against the door frame and smiled when it was answered by a blonde women wearing scant clothing, Sana smirked and held her by the hips, pressing her flush against her cold body. "Sana!" Her client screeched, but she was still grinning. She grasped the back of Sana's neck and yanked her into the hotel room.