I try to think of one, but we're interrupted.

“If I leave the room, what will happen?”

Delila shrugs. “I don’t know. The Cabeza de Serpiente runs this building. So unless you have a bad history with them, deberías estee bein!”

“How about none? No history?”

Delila goes over you with her eyes, her mouth curling in a tight, playful smile. “You don’t look like you belong here, gringo. If someone sees you, they might—“

She’s cut off by the sound of the door handle jiggling behind her. “Now what?” You ask.

Delila shoots up. “Take off your shirt– get naked,” she commands, striding to the door. “And lay back.”

You’re uncomfortable with the prospect but have no quarrels with her suggestion. You remove your shirt and throw it to the floor, then unzip and buckle your pants, lowering them slightly lower than your waistline. You’re presented with a pristine view of Delila’s round ass. She isn’t purposely swaying them but is still feminine in her strides. Unintentionally, a rush of blood goes to your member. There’s a brief conversation between the unwanted visitor and Delila. It rattles on for a few seconds in Spanish. Eventually, she opens the door enough for visitors to poke their heads inside.

A bleach blonde peers inside. Her skin is almond brown, and her eyes are a gentle side of brown. They widen slightly as you see each other. She pulls back to the hallway and begins speaking to Delila again. When she closes the door, she returns red-faced. Your heart is throbbing, but your emotions are in control. “What was that about?”

“Well,” Delila laughs uncomfortably, and then she looks at you with an expression that paints her as a **** girl. “She first asked where I’ve been, and when I thought up some lies to tell her, she proceeded to ask what I was doing in here– this is a lovemaking room, after all.”

“That explains the bed and the soft jazz playing above us.”

She nods her head once, plopping back on the bed.

“I– I mean, we don’t have to do anything. I just need to get a way back home,” you stand up, leaving the bed entirely. “Maybe I should try going back into your closet again?”

“We have to do something,” she says, ignoring your comment. “The girls will spread rumors otherwise. Isabelle saw you, and she saw me. If I come out clean, they’ll say something to the management to get me in trouble… More trouble than I probably am for missing so many work days.”

“Nonsense,” you roll your eyes. “That’s so stupid.”

“It isn’t,” a hint of panic comes through her voice this time. “We…sell pictures, okay?”

A familiar heat comes back to your cheeks while she continues. “Our clients do what they want and cover us with their…cum and take pictures using digital or Polaroid cameras, and then those pictures are put in magazines– we’re porn stars, get it?”

She fumbles with her fingers, now unable to look at you. “I’ve been avoiding interactions like this–”

“Delila,” you cut in. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I don’t want to.”

“But the girls–”

“Isabelle can blow smoke all she wants. I have more issues on my mind than creating porn or whatever right now, don’t you get that? I’ve got people waiting for me. Some people depend on me,” you rub your temples, growing increasingly frustrated. “Now, how the fuck do I get back?”

“If I get seen outside this room, and there’s no proof of me being with a client. They’ll think I was talking to someone about escaping! They’ll kill me! It’s happened before…Everyone is tense, and management isn’t so kind anymore with chances,” she rubbed her eyes, trying hard not to ruin the makeup that had stuck on her face for so long. “We must do something so I know I won’t get hurt.”

The room is silent, besides the jazz playing from above. “Delila, I can’t–”

“If it’s not with you, then it’s someone I know I’ll hate!” Delila shoots up and wraps herself around you, throwing all of her weight and lust into your body before you can react. She’s warm– hot even as she tangles with you. Despite being a virgin, she kisses you with all her tongue, which stumps your resistance in one second. You’re already shirtless, and your pants start to slide further down your legs. You push her back, not to get her away from you, but so you can fall into the heart-shaped bed. You’re hovering above her when you break the kiss. “What do you want to do to me?”