Sorry for not updating sooner but I was caught up with a bunch of things and now I have school so I'm going to shorten this story a bit but I will eventually finish it.

And sorry if there are any mistakes in this story… I kinda rushed through it since I haven't updated recently…

It was kind of lonely when Yao left. Even though I enjoyed being alone most of the time, I did like good conversations once and a while. Time went by slowly as the yellow lights skimmed past my face to only be left behind. I took slow drags while waiting for my stop.

After some time, I arrived at my stop and stepped off into the crisp air of New York. I looked around; no one was in sight and I headed off into the darkness.

After some time I realized I wasn't going to arrive at my house anytime soon so I decided to get a hotel room. I decided to stay at the Edmond Hotel. It was a pretty classy place but the worst people seemed to stay there. The place had a swanky little bar room in it called The Lavender Room. I planned on going there after I unpacked some things. The place also had a wonderful kitchen as well and I planned on getting some food after I went to the bar.

I paid for a room for one night and headed toward the elevator. As the golden doors opened there was a large guy who was suited in his crimson uniform and had a wool scarf wrapped around his neck. I stepped in and told him the floor to go to and he obliged. As the doors shut the elevator rose slowly and steadily. The guy looked a little older than me but not by much; although he was way bigger than me. I wasn't sure if it was muscle or just bulk.

I was waiting anxiously for the doors to open up onto my floor. It seemed like it was taking forever so I decided to at least try to have a conversation with the guy, "So…What is your name?"

He looked at me shyly and answered, "I'm Ivan".

"You have a deep accent. You must be from Russia."

"Da I am," he said nonchalantly. He then turned to me and asked, "Hey, how old are you anyways?"

"I'm 18… Why do you ask?"

"You a virgin?"

"W-what the hell man! Why would you ask something like that?"

He snickered, "So you are".

Sadly it was true. I was a virgin. I had many chances to change that but I just couldn't; I would always chicken out in the end. Trust me I really wanted to lose it but I can't. For the longest time I've put on a façade to hide the truth and it worked; people believed that I've been around but this guy saw right through me.

"And what if I am?" I questioned.

"There's nothing wrong with it," he paused, "I was just wondering if you wanted some service tonight."

I was a bit flustered but I accepted it anyhow. It might be my chance and it would keep me entertained for a while at least.

He smiled and said that the girl would be up in a little while. I got off the elevator and didn't look back at him as the metallic doors shut. I found my room at the far end of the pastel hall and unlocked it. The room was decent; nothing too lavish and nothing too scanty. I just threw my stuff aside and plopped onto the bed and began to think. My thoughts were all over the place. One thought lead to another and another; none of them were related at all. All of a sudden my mind raced back to about five minutes ago in the elevator. Did I really make the right choice? Will I have the courage to go through with it? Will I even enjoy it? Or will she even enjoy it? I always believed that women only enjoy assertive guys who make them enjoy it.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door and my breathing hitched. She was here and I didn't even have the damn courage to get up and open the door. After a while the knocking become more violent and I answered, "I-I will be right there". I cleared my throat to sound older than I really was.

I slowly opened the door and looked at the girl with shock. She looked so young but she was pretty attractive. She studied me and looked up and down my body, "You Alfred?"

I swallowed hard, "Yes I am".

"How old are you anyways?"

I gave her a quizzical look, "You know I could ask you the same thing".

She smirked and proceeded into the room without an invitation. She looked around for a bit; she was neither impressed nor disgusted. I slowly shut the door and locked it. I sat down on the end of the bed waiting for something to happen. I don't know what I was waiting to happen but I thought there was supposed to be some kind of spark before "it" happens.

"So… What is your name," I asked.

She looked at me with disinterest, "The name is Amelia".

I nodded and looked around aimlessly trying to avoid looking at her. However, she started taking off her tan overcoat and my eyes were draw to her. Under the overcoat was a skimpy black dress. It fit perfectly against the curves of her body and the satin fabric looked so damn smooth. I found myself staring at her and she smirked, "Like what you see?"

I just kept looking at her not wanting to say anything that might end up humiliating me.

She then sat down on my lap and whispered into my ear seductively, "So… you wanna get started Alfie?" She bit down on my earlobe and tried to push me down onto the bed but I ended up propping myself up with my arms.

"What's the rush? Can't we just talk first?"

She looked at me with confusion, "You're paying me to just… talk?"