When in rome...

"Uhh deal" you say while thinking 1500 is chump change for a night with such a beauty.

Without dropping a beat the working girl breaks off eye contact with the charmed redneck as she starts walking towards you saying

"Alright! lets get out of this dump handsome." hooking your arm with her own as she starts gently dragging you to the parking lot. The one redneck looks at you with envy and the other with a sad, almost heartbroken look as they both realise they wont be able to afford her.

Now up close you can actually see her features, even though you werent especially short, in her high heels she seemed to be almost a head taller than you. It would have been emasculating being dragged behind her if she wasnt so goddamn attractive.

"Hey i uhh… I just realised i never got your name..." you mutter nervously.

"Does it matter?" she says with a brilliant white smile "I am gonna fuck your brains out either way."

Her large afro whips back and forth with the wind as she asks you "Which car is yours? If i have to ride in another truck i am gonna go insane…" You point out your expensive suv and you think you can hear her sigh in relief.

You unlock your car but instead of getting in she sits on the hood and looks at you expectantly. When she sees your confused look she points to a nearby ATM and says "Cash first service later"

You walk briskly to the ATM and quickly withdraw 1500 and as you approach her she sticks her dainty hand out. You stick the fat wad of cash into her open palm and she immediately starts counting it, when she finishes counting she gives you a smile, slides off the cars hood and gets in.

The drive home you were incredibly anxious and the few attempts at conversation you tried did not go anywhere but instead of it being awkward, the girl seems to revel in the silence as she sinks further into the warm seats of your car.

When you pull into your "driveway" which is more like a path, the prost perks up. At first you think maybe you committed a faux paus by taking her to a cabin in the middle of nowhere instead of the usual crowded motel.

But before you panic and explain yourself, the prost leans over and kisses you deeply. After a few very long seconds she pulls back and the string of spit connecting the two of you grows thinner and longer the further back she pulls, until it snaps and drips down her chin. Your face was as red as a tomato as you look dazed at her and say "Wow…"

As she wipes her chin with her hand she smiles proudly and says "I love it when boys like you get flustered" You were a little angry that she called you a boy when you were obviously older than her but you were too aroused at the moment to complain, you thought as the fabric around your crotch seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.

You and her exit the car as it got a little too hot for you, the light sheen of sweat covering your flustered face helped cool you down as the cold wind outside your car chilled you to the bone, you thought it was incredibly pleasant but as you look over to your companion you see her shiver uncontrollably.

Realising her discomfort you start walking towards the cabin as she follows you. As you stand on the porch fiddling with your keys, you remember the reason why you hired the prostitute, You had completely forgotten about your wife and her "lover"

You almost drop your keys as you start panicking, trying your hardest to think of a way to explain why your wife is getting fucked by a cryptid, as the prost would no doubt freak out.

As you unlock the door the shivering girl almost pushes you away and wrenches the door open, but you quickly shut it closed and say "H-HEY! Uhh… I-i kinda.. Neeeeed to tell you something…"

"I have Viagra and plenty of condoms in my purse, so dont you worry." she says as she eagerly tries to get into the warmth as she almost wrenches door open again. You quickly slam it shut again and say "No no, not that… its something else… I uhh I..."

"M-my wife is cheating on me... she and her lover are inside, and i really… really just want to make her jealous… is that ok?" you say as you feel yourself almost tear up, instantly the somewhat annoyed expression on the girls face softens.

"Awww Im so sorry! i didnt know." the escort hugs you from behind and even though her body does little to heat you up in the cold wind, you cant help but feel warm inside.

After somewhat succeeding in explaining the situation to her, you surmise she probably would have thought you were insane if you told her a sasquatch was banging your wife. You open the door and immediately the frozen hooker slinks into the warm cabin and as you slip in behind her you notice the inside of your cabin looks just the same as always.

You listen carefully for any sound of your wife and the beast as the hooker takes of her thick fur coat. You look around the cabin and surmise your wife and the beast are probably asleep in one of the bedrooms, your attention is brought to the working girl as you feel a hand on your shoulder.

As you turn around you are stunned by her beauty, the only thing she is wearing is a bright white babydoll almost as white as her teeth as you take in every curve of her body, unlike most sex workers her body was totally untouched by plastic surgeons probably because she would never need it, you remarked.

Her body having been covered with a large fur coat, you had had no idea what her body looked like. Her tall slender body was clad in dark blemish free skin which seemed to glow in the red warm glow of the fireplace. The girl was so slender you could clearly see her ribs but instead of looking unhealthy or out of place it only added to her ethereal appearance.

Your fervent staring at her body in the low glow is interrupted by her as she turns you around and kisses you deeply yet again, much softer than before. She pulls back when she feels you poke her thigh with your now painful hardon, she giggles and says "Show me where the bathroom is and i will go and get ready, how about you pour up two glasses of wine while you wait."

You point out the bathroom door and you head to the cellar to get one of the finer and more vintage wines.

Just as you are about to open the cellar hatch, you hear a ear piercing shriek and the loud clacks of heels against your wood floors, as look up you see the girl you hired sprint into the cold dark night in nothing but her babydoll.

You hastily start running after her but you stop and think when you see a low flickering light coming from the half-closed bathroom door.

You stare intensely at the bathroom door as you seem to hear a faint but steady *Schlick* sound over and over again seemingly coming from the bathroom.