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Warning: Brief sexual content at the beginning of this chapter.

"Ah, baby! Ah, baby! Ah, baby! Ah! AHHHH!"

The prostitute cried out loudly in David's ear as he felt her vaginal walls close in around his length. She rode out her orgasm just as David reached his. He couldn't help but let out a guttural groan as the prostitute continued to ride him vigorously. Milking him even though she'd already finished. As his climax reached it's peak, he wrapped his arms tightly around the fair skinned woman and buried his face deep between her firm, beautiful globes. As he came down, he let himself fall backwards onto the squeaky box spring mattress, bringing the prostitute down across his chest. They lay there catching their breath for a moment, and then the prostitute leaned forward slightly, planting David with a long, wet kiss on the lips. He was caught off guard, but he wasn't about to complain.

"I thought there was a rule about kissing your clients?"

"You clearly watch too many movies."

The prostitute propped herself up with her arms on David's chest, leaning over him and grinning, as if she was about to start riding him again. Instead, she lifted herself up and dislodged his half-erect penis from her sex. David missed the warmth immediately, but soon noticed an odd sensation. Looking down, he immediately saw that the condom had broken and the entire head of his penis was exposed to the cool air of the room. He also noticed his seed beginning to ooze down the thighs of the prostitute. They made the realization about the same time, and met each other's eyes.

"Shit." said David.

The prostitute was visibly irritated, but she spoke calmly.

"It's okay. I'm on the pill."

Great, David thought, but that wasn't his immediate concern with this situation. Nor was it the prostitute's apparently.

"You're clean, right?" she asked him.

David couldn't help but smile a little, even if it wasn't appropriate for their predicament. A prostitute was asking him if he was STD-free.

"Yeah. Last time I checked."

"Good." said the prostitute, relieved as she climbed off of him and down onto the bed next to him.

"You know, I should really be the concerned one between the two of us." David said matter-of-factly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" said the prostitute, clearly hurt.

Not wanting to hurt the woman's feelings further, David spoke more cautiously.

"Uh, well, between the two of us, let's just say that one is far more sexually active than the other."

"Oh."

So much for sugar coating it. The prostitute's short, flat response clearly indicated she was pissed. He'd heard it from far too many women in his life before, from his mother, to his sister, to his first girlfriend. The prostitute was fiddling with her fingernails now in order to show her disinterest with him.

"You're mad."

"No, I'm not."

She was mad.

"Look, I didn't mean that you were…"

She looked him in the eye and he decided to choose his words very, very carefully now.

"Promiscuous. I just meant that for me, it's been…awhile."

"Mm?" She was intrigued now.

"Poor baby. How long?"

"Last November." David answered quickly.

"Oh no. Almost a year? I'd go crazy."

"Yeah."

"No wonder you came so quick."

"Wh-? You came first!"

The prostitute couldn't hold her icy demeanor any longer and broke out into a laugh. David laughed too, as she pounced on him and kissed him fiercely before laying down to rest next to him. Just as she'd laid down, she propped herself back up on her elbow, and reached over to grab her purse from the nightstand next to the bed. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and offered it to David, who took it wordlessly. She took one for herself before turning back to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a phonebook, an ashtray, and a matchbook. She lit her cigarette with a match, plucked David's cigarette from between his lips, lit it with her own, and handed it back to him. She set the phonebook down between them and set the ashtray on top of it, so as not to get ashes on the sheets. A tidy prostitute, thought David.

"So, why the wait, Mr. Plumber?"

"On the sex?" asked David after a long drag of the Camel.

The prostitute nodded as she blew smoke out of the corner of her mouth away from David. Such a polite prostitute.

"Well, it's not like it was my choice."

"Oh, c'mon. You're being modest. A nice looking guy like you in the city. You could easily get laid if you wanted to."

"Yeah."

David said it just as something to say, not necessarily in agreeal. The woman was watching him, waiting for something further.

"I guess I'm just not that desperate of a guy. Some guys, like the guys I work with, can't live without sex. They'll go out to the bars every night looking to get laid by any woman. I'd just as soon jerk off than screw a woman I don't even like. Is that a suitable explanation?"

"Now, hang on a minute-"

"I guess not."

"You don't even know me. How do you know if you like me or not?"

"Well, I don't dislike you. You've got that going for you."

Still watching. Still expecting more explanation.

"And I've got pretty good intuition. I usually know right off if I like somebody or not."

David took another drag of his cigarette to let her know he was finished talking. She had finished with hers and put it out in the ashtray between them.

"Well, thanks. I think I know that too."

"And?"

"I wish more of my clients could be like you."

"Aw, you're making me blush."

"But I don't have a dirty pussy."

David's eyebrows raised and he nearly coughed as he took the last drag from his cigarette.

"When did I say that?" David asked as he put out his Camel.

"A minute ago. Like just because I'm a prostitute I've got the fuckin' clap."

What was happening? Since when was nagging included with the price of paying for sex? David didn't like to hurt any woman's feelings, so he couldn't just ignore her or tell her to shut up like most of her customers probably do.

"I-I'm sorry. That's not what I meant anyway."

"I mean, do you think I could make any money if I was running around with a smelly pussy?"

"Y'know you asked me if I was clean. I didn't get offended. Why are you? Especially when I haven't even gotten laid for a year. Yeah, I'm really dirty."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that?"

"I just told you."

"Just because you know it doesn't mean I do."

David figured she was right, and felt sorry for her then.

"I'm sorry."

"I just deal with a lot of pre-conceptions. About my work, y'know?"

"Yeah. I'm a plumber. That gets the ladies real hot when they find that out, believe me."

The prostitute chuckled a bit, and when she did, a small remainder of cigarette smoke exited her nostrils.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been a bitch to you. I know you didn't mean anything."

"Hey, it's okay. I understand."

"Let me stay here tonight?"

"I wish you would."

The prostitute gathered the ashtray and phonebook from the bed and placed them on the nightstand.

"You won't charge extra will you?"

"I'm not charging anything."

She said it so casually that in his tired state, David almost missed it.

"Wait. Really?"

"Yeah, silly. I couldn't bring myself to make you pay after that. You know how long it's been since I've had an orgasm? I should be paying you."

"Look, I don't mind-"

"Do you think I only have sex for money? Well, I don't. I let men fuck me. I don't call that sex. I pretend to get into it, but I don't. Not really. So, tonight was the first time in a while for me too. I guess we're even. Just let me stay here tonight and we'll really be even. Okay?"

"No problem."

The prostitute leaned forward and kissed him again. He opened his mouth and inserted his tongue into hers. She welcomed it and grabbed the back of his head, wrapping her fingers in his thick, black hair. They kissed for a bit more, gently, before breaking it.

"I'm Michelle by the way." She said as she turned away from him and planted both feet on the floor.

David wished she wouldn't have told him that. As Michelle stood, she lifted her arms above her and stretched. As she did, David noticed a nasty abrasion in the small of her back, just above her plump buttocks. It wasn't very large, but it had turned a purplish color as the skin around it had started to bruise. He slid forward and placed his hand on her bare hip.

"What happened here?"

"This fucking asshole earlier today. He's a banker in the city. He's always been big on biting, but he went too fucking far today."

"It looks awful. Did you go to a hospital?"

"It's not that bad. It barely even broke the skin."

"It looks infected."

"I used alcohol on it, and showered afterwards. It's not infected."

She looked at him and saw the concern in his face.

"It's not infected." She said again.

"Okay."

"I'm going to take a shower."

"I don't get first dibs? I'm the one that's been digging around in the sewers all day."

"Even more reason for me to take one. Ladies first, y'know. You can join me if you'd like."

"I want to, but I don't know how much showering we'd actually do."

"You're probably right."

She stood, wavered a bit, and then plopped right back down on the bed.

"Whoo! You've got me all weak in the knees, Mr. Plumber."

"It's David."

"David. I like that."

She stood again and found her balance. She slowly made her way to the bathroom door, walking almost like an old man. David heard her turn the water on.

"Last chance, baby. Water's feeling good." She called to him.

When he didn't answer, Michelle looked out from the doorway of the bathroom and saw that he was asleep. She shook her head, undressed, and climbed in the shower.

David awoke with a start for some reason. Something had awoken him, but he wasn't sure if it was a dream or a noise that had done it. The bad dreams rarely came anymore, but he'd been startled awake by them plenty of times before. He rarely couldn't remember them immediately after waking though. He could barely remember any of them longer than that though, and that was fine with him. He'd awoken from some of them in such a state, he'd swear he was having a heart attack. It had to have been a noise that awoke him, but the only sound that he could he hear was the hissing of the water against the shower curtain and the floor. It was good that he'd woken up anyway. He was sure he smelled horrible, even though he'd gone nose deaf to himself by this point. He couldn't bear to make Michelle, the prostitute with a heart of gold, sleep cuddled up next to him when he smelt like sewage and cum. He wondered for the first time if this was anything. If he'd leave tomorrow and never see her again. Tomorrow was hard to imagine. Like when he was a teenager and he couldn't imagine what life would be like past the age of twenty. He truly liked Michelle, but she was a prostitute. She surely had a pimp, and most likely a drug addiction of choice. He wanted to believe that she'd wake up tomorrow morning (so far away) and say she was quitting the biz and was dedicating herself to a domestic life sentence as a Raccoon City housewife. A likely scenario.

He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. The clock on the nightstand told him it was 11:33 pm. He figured he'd feel guilty about paying for sex, but he felt better than he had in a while. Then again, he hadn't paid for it after all. But he'd intended to all the same. Either way, of all the things he was feeling, guilt and revulsion were not among them. They'd screwed like first time teenagers, three minutes at most, and then smoked and talked like they knew each other for years. Some people looked their whole lives form moments like this, and never found them. David had always been lucky that way. He took a moment to give quiet thanks for his luck. His cigarette from earlier still smoldered slightly in the ashtray. He reached for it, took a miniature drag, and rubbed it out properly this time, killing even the tiniest trace of a flame. As he did so, the loudest thud he'd ever heard echoed from inside the bathroom.