Kieran awoke with black hairs matted across his face. He spluttered and peeled them away with his left hand. Emily was still asleep on his right, her forehead nuzzled into the warmth of his neck. He smoothed her hairs back over her head and glanced over at the hotel room clock. It was still early. There was light in the sky, but things wouldn't be livening up until it darkened again anyway. He kissed Emily lightly and closed his eyes to join her in sleep.
When he woke again Emily was in the shower. He looked at the clock, which now read 11:30. Tossing the bedcovers aside he stretched and ambled over to the open bathroom door. Emily didn't hear him come in and continued singing Hollaback Girl to herself. Kieran leaned against the sink for a while, grinning. Then, with just a touch of guilt, he whipped back the shower curtain.
"Jesus!" Emily jumped.
"No, it's just me. Room for one more?"
"Not after that, you jerk!" she answered, smacking him.
"Okay, okay. No need to go bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S."
"You heard that!? Oh you are so going to get it."
Kieran laughed and rushed out of the bathroom. Emily leapt out of the shower and chased after him, tackling him on the bed. She held his wrists pinned by his head as she straddled him, her wet hair dripping water onto his face.
"What do you say?"
"You left the shower running."
She shook her head, spraying more cold water on him. "Wrong answer. What do you fucking say, bitch?"
He gave an exaggerated sigh, "Alright... I'm sorry."
She released one wrist long enough to slap him. "Say it like you mean it."
"Ow! Okay, I'm sorry."
"And...?"
"And if I want to fuck you I'll be sure not to scare you first."
"Good. Well, I think our first fight went well. How about some make up sex?"
He tried to maintain a stern face, but when her only reaction was to smile knowingly he cracked. "God I hate you."
"I know you do."
She leaned forward and kissed him, diving her tongue through his lips. The water that soaked her from head to toe was quickly evaporating, leaving goosebumps up and down her naked body. She barely noticed. The fire was growing in her again. It was growing in both of them. But for Kieran it was quickly extinguished.
"Okay, that's it," he said. "You're dripping all over me."
"You're not kidding."
"As funny and sexy as that is, you're cold and wet. It's the cold I have a problem with. Do you still need the shower or can I get in?"
"You can use it. But you better make me cum before the day is up."
"With gusto."
When they were both dressed they left the hotel and took tram 5 to Leidseplein to get lunch. They had a pleasant meal in a Thai restaurant over which they debated whether Jeremy Sisto or Clive Owen was sexier and who they would cast in a screen adaptation of Preacher, as well as discussing their plans for the evening.
Afterwards they browsed around the shops in the area, making their way north towards the central station. Kieran was still living high off the advance for his first novel and treated them both to new sets of clothing. They had soon neared the hotel and stopped to drop off their old clothes before continuing on to dinner.
By the time dinner had finished it was dark, and upon exiting the restaurant it was not long before they were passing windows illuminated in the infamous red glow that gave the area its name. They eyed several girls, white bra and panties lit blue under black light.
"Huh," Emily shrugged. "I always figured these Red Light District girls would be more attractive than this."
"Yeah, there's a lot of butterfaces. I guess the body's more important to the profession."
"I guess so. Let's keep looking."
"Okay. Let me know if you see a girl you like."
They had only gone a few steps before Emily stopped and spoke again.
"Isn't this really exploitative? We're picking out women like I was picking out shoes."
"Would it really be that different if we were trying to pick someone up in a bar?" Kieran asked. "The selection process would be essentially the same and would take a lot more effort to convince her to go along. At least this way we're helping some young lady earn a living."
"Well, you're right but--"
"No, no. The second two words were plenty."
Emily narrowed her eyes at him. She might have argued further but the point had been made and she was horny as hell. The more she thought about the experience to come, the more excited she felt. Whatever preconceptions either of them had, they were both sure the sex would be worth it so they continued on, looking in the red-lit windows.
After a time they were passing down one of the less crowded streets when Emily stopped them again.
"What do you think of her?" she said, indicating her suggestion with a nod.
Following her gaze Kieran saw the gorgeous Asian girl who had caught Emily's eye. Long legs rose up to impeccable thighs that curved through sultry hips into an unblemished midriff and lead inexorably to a stunning pair of breasts barely contained by her C-cup.
Kieran thought to himself, 'Damn. If I wasn't so irrevocably in love with Emily I know who my second choice would be.'
"I think we should see other people. I'm going to start with her."
"Shut up. Besides, I saw her first so I'd get first dibs."
"Now who's being exploitative?"
"You are infuriating, you know that?"
"Yes. And it turns you on, doesn't it?"