I'm thinking about writing 69 chapters for this fic. What do you think? It's a beautiful number, isn't it? Though I like 13 and 666 too (satanist, I know!). Anyway, I don't have anything interesting (lol) to say this time except that I hate school but everybody feels the same anyway (except for Kenny!), so... to the story!

Thanks for the reviews:

-Feeding Ground: Really? I thout it sux! I'm so happy that you think it's good. But like you've said, there won't be much of rei and mariah in this fic coz I'm like, so not into fluff.

-Crying Sorceress: Wht a change from your long reviews! Lol. I guess you didn't have time. But seriously, you really like RLM (short for Rei Loves Mariah, it's like a sicle I've invented to talk about Rei and Mariah)? I though that they're a corny couple and that everyone's fed up with them.

Chapter 19

Sweet Dreams

The sunlight opened my weary eyes. I found myself lying on a futon, the cool silk tickling my naked cunt, vulnerable to the morning coolness. I stretched my arms self-consciously, letting out a purr like a cat. The smell of sex still haunted the sheets but my partner was nowhere to be seen. Too bad, I wanted to continue our exercise in the morning to see what it's like. I rolled on my back and watched distractedly the lanterns hanging from the ceiling. It's strange but instead of being satisfied, I felt that I needed more. Yes, more. God, I won't be able to wait for the night! By that time, the tickling feeling almost unbearable in my sex would be gone.

I can't say that I'm happy about my performance. Thinking back, I've missed the joy of trying out giving a head backwards. Not to mention that I didn't get a threesome. It looked like fun. God, I really can't wait for tonight! Actually I've got so much to learn and so much to explore. It's like when I've started Karate: I was always excited and everything but now I'm just proud to know that I profess martial arts. However now that I'm entering the world of desire, I'm feeling the same yearn for more experience and discoveries. Is it the fact that we are young? I'm always thirsty for knowledge, whatever the kind but mostly sexual knowledge. Porn magazines are my bedside books. I have the feeling that I can always learn and that my life will be composed of learning. Normal girls might not feel this way since they have people to guide their lives. Pity, if you ask me.

Freedom is expensive, so some people say. But all I see is rich people being chained. Not the poor. Well, not us prostitutes anyway. We can't say that we're really poor but all our income goes to Madame Cho and we only have a small amount of pocket money. But isn't it cool to be able to have sex whenever you want and do anything with your body without anyone telling you that you look like a whore since you are one. Madame Cho has showed us a movie about families all right. It sucks: the teens shut themselves in their rooms, falling in love with what they called hot people of their hell- or, school, while their parents, old-fashioned blokes, shout at each other. Honestly, I'm happy of being orphan. Besides the Palace is my family but what's good about it, is that people don't care about you: you do what your heart desires. I don't think many girls get to have sex in an elevator without fearing of being told off by their parents afterwards. Those girls also feel remorse when they touch their sexes. It's exhilarate! Why remorse? People are strange sometimes. As I was thinking this, I reached down to my own cunt and relieved it from the slight itching in the vagina. When I withdrew my fingers however, I saw that my partner has left some of his hairballs in it. Eeew! I thought as I ducked further for more. I managed to get out most of the hair, wet with ejaculation. I wiped it off the blankets then rolled myself off the futon. The sun had made a square mat on the tatami floor. For once it was sunny on this mountain.

I got up and stood in front of the window. Hey, we can see the malt field from here! It must be midday because the sun was high above the workers. They looked like mushrooms with their brown and dirty-looking hats. Poor guys! But that serves them right for trying to play around with us. It's so cool to be a ninja: you deal with danger yourself, not like those sloppy heroines in cinema.

I walked into the bathroom and turned the taps. Hey, I should try having sex under water as well! God, I'm filled with inspiration. I slipped down into the tub and cleaned my body, careful with the sexual organs. It must be very annoying for a man to find the scent of another on a girl he was fucking. Suddenly Tala's words came back to me: "I always take a shower after having sex." This is so funny. Am I doing his order unconsciously? Well, it wasn't much of an order but it sounded like one. You know how people absorb what was said to them without knowing. It's quite weird really. I wonder what else I've absorbed from the others. How's Mariah doing by the way? I've completely forgotten about her! She meant to see her 'lover' last night. Okay, she doesn't admit that the dude-whatever-his-name-was is her 'lover' but even a blind can see how she feels towards him simply by listening to her speaking about him. I got to catch up with her before tonight's shift.

I jumped out of the bath, then realizing that I had nothing to wear, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. So what if someone sees me? No need to be shy. It just looks uncivilized, that's all. Especially that my hair tips were dripping wet. But anyway, it's not like people would be up at this time of the day. I don't know what got into me wake up so early.

I peeked out of the door, into the dim corridor, untouched by daylight. As I've expected, no one was there. I quietly closed the door behind me and tiptoed towards the memorable elevator. I wouldn't be able to look at it the same way now, I guess. Oh God, my clothes are still here! Stepped on and messed up but they're still there! I stooped down to pick them up. As I was doing so, the elevator began to move upwards. Shit! Someone's calling the elevator! I looked around desperately, hoping to see a hiding-place. Which is pretty stupid of me since the elevator could hardly contain five people so there wouldn't be a place for me to hide. Hide from what? I suddenly found my distress stupid and stopped worrying at once. Have I forgotten what I am? Seeing me naked will probably give me more points in the costumers' repertories. I hastily combed my hair with my fingers, tucking the towel down so that the curves of my breasts were shown and I threw my clothes in a corner. Okay, now how should I stand? It's strange to be in a towel and not feeling sexy. But it's exactly how I feel. In fact, I'm feeling rather awkward. Last night I was ready to fuck the guy in front of everyone and now, in the morning it was like I've returned to the baby stage or something. God, help me! Please let it not be a customer! The elevator stopped on the third floor. I decided to turn my back to the doors. They are opening. God, I can't help and turn.

Short but with cliffhanger! Hehehe