She felt cold.
The room felt cold. So cold that her fresh shaved legs started to tremble.
But maybe not the low temperature was to blame, maybe something else, something more alluring and tempting. ANTICIPATION.
Her short skirt covering her legs only a little higher from her knees.
Who could have believed that she could be in a place like that, a place filled with sin and profanity. For a virgin this place must mean degradation and shame. But for Emma this room is a chance for revenge.
But she was not supposed to actually be here... if that son of a bitch bastard did not ditch her. But then again he did. His lost. She wanted to surprise him, she wanted to give herself to him, but he was too much of an asshole to keep his dick into his pants. He just had to cheat on her. On her birthday. And then to dump her. Bastard. She hoped his dick will rotten in the ass that he was pumping right now.
With a broken heart and an anticipating cunt Emma wanted to lose her virginity with anyone who was willing to take it. So here she was, waiting, in a room filled with only a bed, a table and a mirror.
The dim light that was supposed to illuminate the room only played the role of an aphrodisiac that fucked up any sense of rationality that remained in the girls head. She was indeed scared (who would not be? After all she is going to fuck with a stranger!) but she could not back down now, not when she paid almost 150$ for this.
She was waiting.
And listening, small waves of laughter were heard, other people were ready to commit sinful acts, just like her. But in other rooms, with other people.
After ten minutes of waiting, minutes that felt like an eternity... minutes that made Emma rethink her decision, the door opened with a disturbing loud crack. Before her eyes laid now a half-naked man, with beautiful white skin and two pink like nipple.
"Sorry for the wait."
His voice was firm with a slight Russian accent, just like expected with a look like that. She was mesmerized. He was unfazed. His black hair was dripping with water. Those tinny droplets pouring onto his chest down to the hem of his pants.
"I had a bit of a trouble with another customer."
She half-listened, half lost herself in the image of the person before her. His piercing blue eyes cutting deep into the poor virgins soul.
"So ...how do we do this?"
He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he took his pants off showing his bulge. Again it is quite normal for him since he has done this for almost four years now. Emma was to stunned to utter a word, before her, stand a man, with only a pair of underwear, that is asking how are they going to fuck, this and the fact that she was a bit ashamed that she has to confess her inexperience. She stayed silent.
He would interpret her silence as shyness.
"You do not have to get shy, before you, there were other women. You are not the only one."
He was right though, she was not. But she was the first virgin who paid to get laid for the first time. Quite romantic you might say.
"Look I do not have the hole day. So you might hurry up."
By this time, Emma was a muttering mess, how is she going to say this? Not once she spoke a word, let alone a coherent phrase. But she had to try. Maybe with her name, that will be a good start.
"I...I am... My name...Emma..." she muttered her name in such a manner that the man was confused. A complete failure.
"Huh?"
"You might want to try again because I could not understand a fuck."
Emma wanted to slap herself. Why was this so hard? She thought this might be by far more simple but it was far from it. How is supposed to do this thing? Maybe it was a mistake to be here! Maybe she should just forget about that excuse of an ex-boyfriend and go along with the fact she might die a virgin...
