AN: Well, I wanna cry. So much shit has happened as I've written this stupid chapter tonight, and I just wanna roll up into a ball and cry because oh my god. I'mnot depressed, just... just weird =w= here, have a chappie
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P = Prostitute
He opened the door to see the blank stare of a girl. He glanced over her nervously - no way she could be over 16, what the hell was she doing in an add like that? "Kid, are you lost?" he asked hopefully.
She raised a perfect eyebrow and looked down at the note crumbled in her hand. "This is 147 Duncan Avenue, yes?"
Soul sighed, hanging his head before nodding. "Y-You are correct."
She smiled maliciously. "First time from the company or in general kid?"
He straightened up at that. "Hey, I am not a kid - "
"I'm 26." She grinned cheekily as his jaw dropped. "I'll even show you my ID to prove it to you, don't you worry, I'm legal." She looked up at him, smirking before saying, "So, you gonna let me in or...?"
He blushed, moving out of the doorway. "Yeah, sorry about that..."
She chuckled, strolling in casually. She looked at the pictures on the wall, coat hanging past her thighs. Soul couldn't help but stare at the mile long legs presented to had to admit, he liked the high heels, she had to be at least a head shorter than him if she was only reaching his nose... He gulped, rubbing his forehead. What the hell did he get himself into?
"The name's Maka, but I'm sure the guys already told you that." She bent over, examining one of the pictures on the side table. She smirked, pointing at the small child. "That you?"
"When I was five, yes. I'm Solomon, strange name right? Just call me Soul." He tried to shrug nonchalantly, but his blushing face gave away his nervousness.
Maka sighed and closed her eyes before righting herself, walking over to him in long, poised strides, hips swaying. She placed a light hand on his chest, eyes furrowed and looking up at his face. "... Why are you even calling a place like that? You seem like a good enough kid, and you're pretty handsome. I don't get why you called us up."
Soul laughed softly, hands awkwardly by his side. "Well uh, most girls find me amusing when I say I'm a v-virgin, and some find it disgusting and a waste of their time, so..." He scratched his cheek, looking down. "I haven't had much luck, especially since I'm already 22."
Maka held his cheek and tsked, pouting up at him. "Aww, poor baby, does he want a kiss?"
Soul rolled his eyes, batting her hand away, sighing. "I should've known that this would be the same."
Maka giggled, sliding her hand down to his neck before leaning up, bringing his head down. She placed a chaste peck, one countering the way she molded her body sinfully against his. Soul gasped softly, hands instinctively going to her petite waist. He carefully pushed her against the wall, trailing his hands up and down her sides, never straying to low or too high. Maka, broke the kiss, trailing her hands firmly up and down his chest.
"Looks like you've kissed."
"Of course, I may be a virgin, but I've definitely done something."
"Show me what you know, and I'll show you some professional tricks." She winked, biting her lip, one leg wrapping around his waist.
Soul grinned.