Escapes
"I should go." The woman's voice woke him and Luka roused from sleep, turning over toward the sound of it, only to rub his eyes as he tried to force his still blurred thoughts to clear.
"Hmm?" He blinked several times, before pushing himself up on one arm, unable to immediately put a name to the woman's face.
"Good morning." The blond smiled before leaning over so she could kiss him.
"I said," She allowed the blanket to drop, exposing her nakedness as she tempted him further by trailing her finger along his jawline. "I should go, unless you want to pay for me to stay longer."
"No, that's okay...I have things I need to do today." He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the feelings her attentions were stirring in him.
"Why don't I believe you?" The prostitute smiled before she moved closer, anticipating the potential for success, and the monetary rewards that came with it, before she crawled on top of him.
"We could play a little before breakfast, or play with breakfast?" She leaned forward so she could kiss him between words, before finally settling herself on his lap.
"I can't. Look, I'm sorry...you need to go." If it hadn't been for his stirring erection under her he might actually have succeeded in convincing her of his sincerity. Now, if she would just stop running her hands over his chest so he could think.
"Valerie, please...aaaah" He sucked a breath of air in quickly as the woman laughed and leaned forward to flick her tongue around one of his nipples.
"You have to go." Realizing he would have to be the one to take action Luka pushed the woman off of him and rolled out of the bed, ignoring the fact he was naked, before grabbing the pants he'd discarded the night before.
"I'm going to get dressed, the bathroom is there, shower if you want, but you need to go. I'll be downstairs." Without giving her a chance to protest he snagged up his shirt and left the room. Pausing on the landing to dress, he couldn't help but question what was he doing with his life? The answer came almost too quickly and too clearly and it was something he found himself unwilling to deal with.
Rather then returning to the woman in the bedroom he knew his only other escape would be found downstairs in the kitchen and it was there hewent. Pulling open the refrigerator door he grabbed a bottle of beer from it he twisted the cap off and took a long pull off of it. The day hadn't even begun and he was ready to hide from it in the bottom of a bottle.
"You're sure you don't want me to stay?" Valerie's voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked up to find the prostitute watching him from the doorway. How long had she been there?
"I'm sure, you should go." He took another drink, seeking fortification from the contents.
"Will you call me again?" She moved over to where he stood only to take the beer away from him.
"I'll give you a special rate." She took a drink then handed it back.
"Sure...I don't know when though." Even as he agreed he wanted to believe that this was a one time thing, that he hadn't fallen so low as to have to pay for sex more than once.
"You're a nice guy, Luka, if you ever just want to talk, call me, maybe we can go to coffee or something." Valerie raised up on her toes to kiss him once more, realizing that whatever hope she'd had for prolonging things had finally ended. "Take care of yourself, I'll let myself out."
"Yeah, sure." As the door closed behind her whatever momentary physical comfort he'd gotten from being with her vanished with her, leaving behind only more of the guilt and despair that had driven him to her in the first place. Opening the refrigerator he pulled the remainder of the six-pack out and carried it to the living-room.
There was only one escape left for him now...
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