Chapter 342.
<strong>Chapter 342. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: A Chat with the Prostitute in the Morning. (2/8)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">When I got back to the prostitute’s room and opened the door, I stiffened up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you’re back already? That was quick.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re just going to continue?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I said I was still horny, didn’t I? If you’re not going to give me a hand, I’ve just got to do it myself. Ah~”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was pleasuring herself with arge silicone dildo in her right hand and drinking beer out of the bottle in her left hand. That was the sight I’d been met with as soon as I opened the door. She was dual-wielding degeneracy, I’d never seen such an efficient method to be a degenerate before. She was no doubt a master.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’re you standing around for? Didn’t you say you were going to clean? Could it be you’re suddenly in the mood to stick it in?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I closed the door on my way in then waved one of the garbage bags up and down until it was fully inted with air and let out a crisp snap from expanding.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re seriously going to clean?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I started by picking up the empty ss bottles on the ground and carefully lowering them into the bag to avoid them shattering.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Somehow, being ignored like this by a guy cleaning my room while I pleasure myself is just making me hornier.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If that’s getting you off, you definitely have a problem. You should go see a doctor and see if he can prescribe something to fix your degeneracy problem.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re calling me a degenerate now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you aren’t a degenerate, nobody is one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you’re not wrong. Oh fuck~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you… seriously getting off to this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Does it look like I’m some sort of pervert who enjoys being talked down to?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You must be stupid if you even have to ask.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah~ hah~ hah~ it really is getting me off~”
<span style="font-weight:400">She started thrusting it in and out faster than before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your eyes aren’t bad either ah~”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unable to watch any further I ignored her and continued filling up the garbage bags with all the garbage she hadying about. Ten minutes into cleaning up I heard, “Fuck me, I’m cumming~”
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes were drawn to the bed. Her legs were bent and her ass was elevated and pushed up off the bed. Therge dildo was inserted all the way to the base. Her legs trembled as her waist moved up and down. A wave rippled down her body to her chest as she maintained that state throughout the entirety of her orgasm.
<span style="font-weight:400">When it was over her ass sank back down to the bed. Our eyes met and when they did she started thrusting the dildo in and out again. She had the look of a carnivore eying her unsuspecting prey.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You want to have a go yet?” She casually asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head from side to side disinterestedly, and responded, “Not interested.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She frowned and her hand stopped moving.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What a buzzkill. You’re a tough sell.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry about that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I squatted down with my gaze focused on the ground and continued cleaning.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I came across articles of her clothing, I asked, “Where do you keep your clothes?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“On the ground.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Then I’ll fold them and leave them on the couch.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to do that, you can just leave them there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They’re in the way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then toss them on the couch, no need to fold them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It only takes five seconds to fold them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Five seconds, sure you do.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I pinched under the sleeve with my right hand and the bottom hem of one of the tops I found with my left hand, crossed my left hand over to my right to the top of the shoulder. I picked the top up off the ground then pulled my hands apart. With onest fold perpendicr to the openings in the bottom and upper portion of the top, it waspletely folded and I ced it down on the couch beside the bed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? It’s… really folded? How’d you do that so quick?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s pretty easy when you know the proper technique.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you show me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I bent down to the ground Iid out another top on the ground. She rolled over to the edge of the bed and looked down from there.
<span style="font-weight:400">I repeated the same movements as before.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I finished she eximed, “That really was fast and even looked really easy, are you a pro or something? Pros make everything look easy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need a pro to fold clothes fast. All you need to know is the technique. Even you can do it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, give it a shot.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I threw one of her tops from the ground up in the air toward her. Itnded on her and covered her body. She picked it up then sat upright on the bed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, it seems I can’t do it. I already forgot what you did. Looks like I’m useless. I can’t even do it when it looks so easy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stood up and took a look.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Try it again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She pinched the area above the shoulder and the bottom of the hem.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re pinching it in the wrong ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I grabbed her right hand and moved it down to below the region under the sleeve. I then grabbed her left hand and moved it over to above the shoulder area. After that, I pulled her hands apart. I then moved her hands away from us while lowering the piece of clothing back to the bed. When it touched the bed I brought her hands back toward her and let the shirt fold in on itself.
<span style="font-weight:400">Without realizing it, I ended up in a position where I was holding her hands on top of herp from behind. When I became conscious of it, I quickly released her hands and exined, “There, you did it. That’s all you need to do. Try it again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… yeah. I think I got it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I picked up another top from the ground and handed it over to her. She gave it another try and she got it on her first attempt.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, it really was that easy when you know how to do it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, so since you know how to do it now, why don’t you help a bit with cleaning up by folding your clothes?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I picked up all her clothes and dumped them on her bed in one big pile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… aren’t you grossed out from touching my clothes? They’re dirty, you know. Guys-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t care. Nothing some soap and water can’t take care of. As long as I wash my hands before I eat, that''s all that matters.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, is that so?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Finally, a normal conversation.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You consider this a normal conversation?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s at least better than what it was before.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re pretty weird.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah? Well, I think you’re the weird one here. While we’re on this subject, do you mind putting something on if you’re not going to keep ying with yourself?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Are you finding it harder to control yourself and you’re afraid you might lose to lust?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I raised a brow and responded, “No. I simply prefer to reserve talking to naked women for pillow talk.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell? Well, whatever, I guess. It’s not like I’m in the mood to get myself off anymore.” She pulled a one-piece over her head. It was one that dipped low over one shoulder but covered the other. It was long enough to cover her body down to mid-thigh level.
<span style="font-weight:400">I continued cleaning up the rest of the room while she took care of folding her clothes. She finished her little task before I finished cleaning so sheid down on the bed with her back to the ceiling. Her head was tilted to the side and stared at me while I continued to clean.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m perfectly normal."
<span style="font-weight:400">“... you’re not normal at all. Normal guys are always more than happy to fuck.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...” I didn’t know what to say. I felt like she was right. I didn’t want to be one of those guys who bbers on bullshit like, ‘I’m not like other guys.’ Because I wasn’t, I was just a normal guy as far as I was concerned. There wasn’t anything extraordinary about me. I was extremely average at everything I’d ever done in life. I could be good at something to the point I waspetent, but I could never be a master in any field. As they say, a jack of all trades, a master of none.