"No, wait i wasn't" he said blushing deeply. "i was just...trying to cool myself down." He didn't want her to think he was some nasty perverted man. He continued to blush. "I...i'm sorry i...didn't..." He didn't know what to say all he could do was apologize. "You were rubbing on me. what did you think would happen?"
He suddenly asked. Stating it was her fault in more words than less.
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She was just as nervous as he was. When he landed on top of her she gasped. This whole thing looked like it was being done on purpose, either that or he just had really bad luck. She mirked, "It's your move." He then took off in to the bathroom. "Did I do something wrong?" She wondered. Afraid that she had done something to upset him she followed him in to the bathroom. "Hayne?" She said as she tried to push the door open. He then slammed it shut right in her face. He just barely missed her nose. Roxy growled and narrowed her eyes. "That turd!" She said out loud. Pushing on the door again she put her shoulder in to it and forced it open. "!!!!!!!!" She did not even know what to say to him. She flipped him around to face her.Her finger was right in his face. This whole thing looked awkward. Where he had splashed the water it made him like he was sweating. "Were you just masterbating?!" She asked him as she lowered her finger. She looked down and saw the crotch area of his pants sticking out, "Oh....my...god....I just caught you in the middle of masterbating!" Her cheeks turned a bright red and she stepped back.

He blushed was she just teasing him. This was so uncomfortable even if she was pretty. He shook his head. "No, you don't have to do anything you don't want to." He stated. But the longer she sat on his lap the more he felt himself began to throb. 'I can't ask her to do something like that...i can't...' He thought to himself. No matter how he tried to look at her like a quick lay, or as something to releave his stress in he couldn't. She was a human being, not a piece of meat. As he squirmed he tried to look at her lap. To keep from looking at her heaving cleevage. Which became increasingly difficult the more she moved on him. As a few more minutes passed. He couldn't take it any longer he was about to explode. "Excuse me." He said lifting her off of him, but he ended up tumbling ontop of her there's eye's met for as long as he stayed on her his hand rested on her breast. He laid there on top of her for a solid 20 second. "i'm sorry i'll be right back." He ran to the bathroom. He was breathing heavily. He splashed cold water on his face, but it didn't help in the least.

Her brow raised a little and a smirk crossed her lips. "Dare I ask it??" She thought to herself as she broke out in a fit of giggles. "Is that a Banana or are you just happy to see me?" Oh god it felt so good to finally use that stupid line on someone. When she was around Hayne it was not hard to be herself. Life out in the streets was tough. It was a dog eat dog world or whatever the saying was. Yes she had her own place, and yes she ate three square meals a day. Life was not that hard, but things were expected in return. She could not even think of the number of times she hid somewhere to escape the life she had been forced to lead. Roxy was one of the lucky girls. No one EVER picked her up. She was still fresh meat. Because she hid most of the time no one picked her up ever. "Weeeeell...." She said to him as she began to unzip his pants. She just liked seeing him blush, it was cute. Roxy stopped and said, "It is alright. We have a deal remember? It is up to you."

Hayne blushed his face turning a bright red nearly pink as she sat down on his lap. "hmph..." He said as she landed. "No, no , no, i couldn't ask you to do something like that...", 'Then why did he pick her up he thought to himself.' "i mean after you are being so generous as to cook, and i'm not even able to pay you." He squirmed underneath her. Obviously feeling uncomfortable. His member beginning to meet the resistance of his pants. He prayed she'd get off of him soon. He was so turned on, but still he wasn't even able to pay her. How could he think of asking for her services. And the more he thought about it the more he realized he just didn't want to be alone tonight.

His actions made her laugh a little. "No....It's alright..." She said to him. She was a better cook than him by far. Before her aunt took over the company and kicked her out on to the streets she was taking classes to learn to cook. She had learned from the best of the best......the problem was she only knew the basics. so if he wanted her to cook something fancy it was out of the question. His demeanor changed from bold to bashful pretty wuick...and she noticed. "Hmmmmm...." She walked over to where he was sitting and plopped down right on to his lap. "Since you asked me so nice for my services earlier....I suppose I can give you some type of reward. "Would you like it before it after dinner?????" She left the choice up to him.

As she spilled out the plans, and arrangements. He was already saying yes, but Hayne didn't want to seem to eager, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful either. He took in a breath to calm himself. He wasn't able to stare at her directly. She was just to pretty. He'd never seen anyone like her. And even in his drunk state overwhelming with self confidence. He wouldn't normally approach a girl like her. But knowing she was a lady of the evening he felt froggy. But now seeing her in a different light. He was reverted back to his more bashful state. He nodded. "It's a deal." He wiped a tear from his eye so she couldn't see. He blushed when she commented on his looks. He shook his head no. "you are my guest i should cook for you right? What do you like to eat? i mean i'm not the worlds best chef but..." The alcohol was beginning to wear off. He could tell. He was becoming more nervous. He gulped. What if she could smell no good.

Was this guy serious? He was so sweet, and so very gentle. She did not understand why he was so lonely. In high school Roxy would have died to date a guy like this. She looked down at his hand holding her clothes then looked back in to his eyes. She could tell that he was twisting and turning inside. "How did a sweet kid like you end up coming to a person like me?" She moved back from the door and closed it. "Alright....let's make a deal....." She walked with him over to the kitchen table and sat down across from him. "I can tell you need someone to keep you company....and I need a place to hide from my...." She looked down and mumbled, "my employer" When she said employer she meant her pimp. "If you let me stay here every now and again then I will keep you company." The word company was a little more polite then calling it sex or something else. She knew that they would not have sex everytime she came over. She could tell that all he really wanted was someone to call his own. He needed someone to love him, and take care of him. The problem was Roxy could not afford to really have feelings for anyone. She was to ashamed of her job to really let anyone in to her life. After all...who could ever love a whore? Though Roxy had never had a client she was still embarassed. She had never even been with a man! So this whole thing was a little scary to her. Roxy smiled a little as she looked back up at the man, "You are kinda cute. Why don;t I cook something for you to eat. How does that sound?"

Hayne thought the money would be decent. He knew it wasn't alot, but he never expected service to be so expensive. As she began to walk for the door. He realized that no matter what he couldn't be alone tonight. Be gently gripped onto her clothess as she headed for the door. His innocent eye's locked with her eye's in a moment of silence as she was trying to exit. "please...i know it's not much..."He searched his mind to find the correct way to express what he was trying to say. Maybe...maybe i can do installments....i...ah..."his eye's darted from side to side as he thought. "i will get paid next week. I will give you the rest then...so please..." his eye's pleaded with her to stay. "i just don't want to be alone." he finally said. He held back his tears of sadness, and lonliness.

"Is...." She looked over at him looking in to his wallet. "Is that all you have?" She asked him. She raised her brow and let out a sigh. Her "employer" (pimp) would kill her if she did not come back with a little money this time. every night that passed without her making any money made everything worse. The man that employed her was short tempered, demanding and violent. He did hit her her from time to time or he would make her do unmentionable things to make up for the money she did not make. She was so ashamed of the things she did with him. He never used penetration with any of his "women" he would make them (the ones who did not make money) give oral. To even think about the act made her quiver. She closed her eyes and pulled the strap of her dress back up. "I cannot accept your money." She said to him as she headed for the door. Maybe if she got back out to the streets she would be able to make a little cash before the night was up. "Talk to me when you have a little more sweetheart. " Before she made it out the door she felt a gentle tug on the back of her arm. Letting out a soft sigh she turned around to face the young man. "I cannot do this with you. Please let me go." His gentle eyes are what kept her from walking out on him.

Now inside his home she decided to get straight down to business. He would be her first client EVER. "How much do you have?" Roxy asked him as she began to slip out of her dress. The strap of her dress slinked down and remained there. Waiting for his answer. "I only take cash...". She headed for the bedroom and sit down on the bed.


Hayne blushed as the slip of Roxy's dress slowly began to descend. A heated feeling inside of him began to really think this was a good idea, and at the same time he began to think this was a bad idea. He gulped. "Ah..uh..." He reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. He opened it up to see he had only $40. He looked up at her, then back down ot his wallet. 'This was the money for food for the month.' He looked at her body again. "$40" he thought that, that should be plenty. He'd never done this before.

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