The next moment I was next to Minoru, whining about the unfairness of life over some beer, and the next, I was lying on my back in the bar with various forms of persocoms and people peeking over Minoru, who was kneeling over me with a worried expression on his usually blank face.

"Minoru...what happened?" I asked, only remembering the taste of beer in my mouth that still lingered and teased my taste buds.

"You passed out," Minoru replied, all expression gone from his face now that I was okay. "You should be more careful; you don't want to worry Chi when you go home...or when you go home," he said with a bit of concern creeping into his voice.

"Huh?" I said in response to the last bit about "or when you go home." Then I noticed the boobs. The boobs that were hanging over Minoru's shoulder and then the girl whose boobs they were. She winked at me when she noticed me looking at her and licked her lips as a catty smile formed on them.

"Hey, you okay?" the prostitute asked. "I bet you're feeling horrible with all that beer you were drinking." I nodded, having no idea what she was implying. "I know a way to make it aaallll better..." Her unsaid question lingered in the air over Minoru's shoulder and entered me. I became suddenly aroused.

"Yeah," I answered, sounding more energetic than I felt. "Yeah, sure."

"Hideki," Minoru hissed into my ear. "Chi will..."

I ignored him and took the prostitute's hand that she offered. "Let's go."

The prostitute smiled again and pulled my arm around her waist, all the way to her breasts so that we were connected, thigh-to-thigh. Minoru looked disgusted and walked away. Before he did, though, he gripped my shoulder hard and whispered, "Remember Chi."

"Fuck you," was my response, as my hand squeezed the breast of the whore and started to travel south. She leaned close to my ear and moaned enticingly. I breathed out sharply as I became hard. "Let's go," I said again. This time, though, we made it out of the bar. It wasn't easy, though, with Minoru's eyes burning into my back. I dripped with guilt, but the alcohol and the prostitute washed it all away.

She led me to a nearby love hotel, all the while letting me place my hands wherever I wanted. Rather, she placed them for me, as I had no experience, being a virgin and a loser with the girls. She smiled cattily again just before she entered the hotel. I paused at the entrance, just staring at her, framed in the doorway. For a moment, she looked like Chi, her guard down for a second, surprised by my reluctance to enter. I felt like crying.

"What's wrong?" she asked, tilting her head. She was childishly pouting at the prospect of a customer giving up a night with her.

"I-it...you're beautiful," was my lame excuse. Actually, she did look beautiful, with the neon lights in the back of her shadowing her face, and her eyes smiling confusedly at me.

"Um...thank you...?"

"You're welcome," I said, grasping her hands in mine.

"Yes, that's what I meant," she said to herself. "Thank you." As she gained her posture and confidence, she lost her innocence. She became just another whore. Just another whore.

::Later::

I bit my lip nervously as she undressed herself. "Um...are you sure this is okay?"

She laughed. "Why wouldn't it be?" she said, discarding her dress and bra on the bed. "Feel this?" she asked, raising my left hand to cup her right breast. I nodded, blushing furiously. "That's what you want, and I've got it. And I'm gonna give it all to you."

"B-but..." I stuttered, again not knowing what to say.

She sighed softly, but exasperatedly. She tore off her panties and grasped my arm, drawing me closer to her. "I know you want me," she whispered, as she lavished my neck with kisses and fumbled at my clothing.

"B-but..." I stumbled again, even though I was becoming aroused.

"What is it now?" she said, annoyed. Her adorable face glared at me, frowning like Chi's did, but it was still a prostitute's face. Just a prostitute. No one important. Just this one night.

I threw myself blindly into my desires. "Nothing," I said, my voice strong with false conviction.

"Good," she replied. And so it began.