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    Streets of New York – (Chapter: 2. Brown meets Blue)

    “As long as you don’t laugh while we’re having sex.  If you do, I’ll get up and leave”. The blonde answered seriously, with a facial expression that matched her voice.

     I thought she was joking but the look on her face tells me she’s serious.  I wonder how many people she’s slept with, and how old she exactly is. She’s definitely not 18, she looks way too young for that and her stick figure doesn’t help.  Not too much younger though.  The demeanor and attitude she gives off confirms to me that this isn’t the first time she’s done this.

     “Alright, I promise not to laugh.  Please, come in.”  I moved away from the door giving her enough space to enter the room.

    She looks around with wonderment in her eyes as if this is some type of palace for her.  To me it’s just a regular penthouse.  She would probably die of shock if she saw my mansion located in the NY countryside.

    “This room is very beautiful and huge.  I don’t think I’ve ever been in such a gigantic and elegant room before.”   She says, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

    “You probably couldn’t handle seeing my mansion if this is overwhelming for you.”   I say with a big smile on my face, hoping to leave a memory of my smile behind so that she won’t forget me the next day.

    I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t appreciative of my boastful manner.  I can be pretty stupid sometime.  Here she is a prostitute, probably living in a dump and I’m bragging about my mansion.  Great way to make a good first impression Ashley!

    The blonde looks at me with a look I can’t read and goes back to admiring the penthouse.   She takes tiny, hesitant steps trying to get a better look at her surroundings.  I guess as a hooker, you need to know your surroundings just in case something happens. I wonder if she would like a tour of the room.

    “If you want I can maybe show you around?” I asked, not really making eye contact.  I don’t think I’ll be able to function properly if I look her directly in her eyes.

    The blonde’s face lit up with a big grin, like when a kid is opening Christmas presents, and nods enthusiastically. 

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