121 Easy Excuses

This got me thinking, BDSM is also pretty weird… anything my customers request that is a little 'extra' is weird.

If you phrased it very simply it would be 'I like inflicting pain', 'I like pain',

The complicated things I don't think i'll be able to answer will definitely have to be done by senior.

It seems my thoughts about this topic would have to abruptly stop as some random suddenly ran to my table and slammed some paper down before eventually running away.

I, I…. what happened?

This was probably for the best, if she stayed any longer then she may have noticed some pornographic content on my phone.

It would be too embarrassing.

I picked up the paper and it had a string of numbers which I assumed was her phone number.

Did people think I actually sold my body for free?

Whether she was pretty or not, it takes a lot of effort and strain to actually have sex frequently.

I thought that I was lucky with this just being a one off deal but it seemed to have created a chain reaction, many people began approaching me.

It was rude to litter but there wasn't any recycling bins inside this restaurant to throw these away which made me temporarily pocket them.

The next person who gave me paper wouldn't know that I now had a tens of these papers, making the situation much worse.

One voice told me to be kind which was why I grasped the hand of the lady who placed her letter on my table and kissed it: "I'll call you"

That… was a very poor move as a lot more letters soon came barraging my limited space.

My pockets weren't deep enough for this conundrum!

There was no time to waste on thinking that you'll be full of shame because it's time to harden your heart.

Another person approached my table, ready to slam down another piece of paper but I managed to interrupt her action with a phrase: "I have a girlfriend!"

She hesitated for a short moment but quickly withdrew her hand after she placed the paper down and ran away into the distance.

How… do people with such thick skins be shameless?

My heart is in pain…

I don't even have a girlfriend, let alone a friend that's a female.

But they would probably get in the way of my business if I actually attempted to make friends again.

It seemed my voice was a little louder than I had originally expected since the frequency of girls approaching lessened but there was a moment when everyone stared at me for shouting that phrase.

Although effective, it wasn't able to deteriorate some people or the girls who had just recently arrived to see me.

Just stop thinking and let the excuses flow.

A girl who was one of the first in the new batch of phone number papers was about to slam their own paper onto my paper but I was able to stop her with my speed talking:

"I'm actually a weird person, who likes roses. I like rose movies, games and places.I love it more than the three meals in a day and then dress up as a rose to jump up in joy. Did you know penguins are actually bees"

Hehe, I am too smart for my own good as the girl was absolutely stunned in the moment and couldn't analyze all the words I had said.

*Ding*

It was a good cue to tell me to leave before I have to start making more embarrassing lies.

I quickly payed for my tea but the girl was still standing awkwardly at the place where I once sat due to still being confused.

My mind was currently in distraught from all the staring that made me blush but I was able to soon recover my cool and looked through the notification.

Senior had just sent me a text message that was very brief.

{Freed up schedule, meet now}

I forgot that she was also lazy and wanted to save money, she could've at least spent a couple more cents to call her junior.

Aiii~ I hope she didn't suddenly move to a more troubling area.

She lived in an apartment that was neither for the poor or the rich which was why she was able to have a wide variety of customers however still tends to the more rich ones for their money.

If her business was really bad and she had spare time then she would of course lower her prices to some of the slightly poorer people.

I prayed that she had cleaned up her room but it seemed that she was kind enough to leave the door open for me.

… Taking a quick whiff, it was to be expected.

Cologne, perfume; fluids and sweat from the human body had masked the room in this disgusting smell which was why I yelled to my senior "You should really clean your room."

It was fairly clean if you looked past the smell as the trash bags that used to be hidden around the house were apparently gone.

I was able to hear senior's reply to my comment with the noise of a can being opened "Who cares? They just want to have wild sex and that's what they'll get"

It was fairly reasonable but I opened the windows because the stench was becoming much worse.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly threw a can of beer to me that I managed to catch. It threw me off as I responded "What are you doing, giving a minor alcohol?"

She once again replied with a more lazy answer: "And so?"

That was surprisingly a good point to pass as I always got free stuff from her.

Senior had the stage name 'Red' when she entered this industry and managed to pave her way to success through hard work and dedication.

I was only able to learn of her stage name but when she saw me at the lowest point of my life, she learnt my real name when I spilled everything.