Exposure.

One

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"I don't ordinarily pay for this sort of thing, and I know it's a bit unorthodox, but.." He trailed off and lifted a hand to anxiously tousle his dark hair, bending forward to shuffle his weight between his feet. "I just--"

"--look, it's fine." She smiled at him, her stance relaxing slightly. The previous awkward,  nervous way she grasped her black leather bag eased, and she shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you got in mind, I can guarantee I'll give it a shot. It falls within the rules you read on the pamphlet before you called on me, right?" Even as the raven-haired beauty spoke, her voice slipped into the same sultry tone she'd used when he'd called her. The woman stepped close enough to drag a lazy fingertip from his lower lip to his jaw, then down his neck to pause at his collarbone. She rolled her eyes upward to gauge him from beneath half-lidded deep blue eyes, lashes long and perfectly curled.

"R-Right," he squeaked out in reply. How surprisingly endearing it was, for the man -- scarcely out of college, it seemed, and so polite! -- to swallow then, his Adam's apple bobbing easily beneath her manicured fingertip, painted an alluring candy apple red. Despite his sheepish nature, his eyes lewdly dragged themselves downward to her cleavage. He swallowed again audibly, dark brown eyes riveted to the way her lovely sculpted breast seemed to quiver atop the rather steady, calm rhythm of her heart. "Trust me. What I have in m-mind falls within your rules. And if, uh.. you decide at any time what we do makes you feel uncomfortable,  you can just say so. You know, just let me know. I won't even demand my money back, you can keep it all. It's just.." He heaved a shuddering sigh, lifting his calloused hands as if he'd intended to embrace her. The younger male froze, as if realizing what he were doing, and dropped his hands to his sides listlessly. "S-Sorry. I just can't seem to find anyone else around who would.. indulge me in this sort of thing, is all."

The woman's brow furrowed a moment, but her momentary confusion and slight worry didn't seem to linger -- at least outwardly. She pursed her maroon-painted lips in a suitably pitying frown and lifted her hand from the warmth of his collarbone to cup his lightly stubbled cheek. "Don't worry, dear. I'm sure we can come to some suitable arrangement, yes?" An impish, sly grin crawled across those full lips as she stepped away, dragging her finger down to his chest before turning her hand to curl her fingertip in a 'come hither' gesture. "Lil' ol' Cana will be sure to take care of you to the fullest of her ability." She fluttered him a flirtatious wink and turned to proceed down the damp sidewalk, ruby heels illuminated in the fluorescent lighting of the nearby storefronts and the warm hues of the streetlights above as she led the way toward their hotel of choice.

The rain had long since subsided, but the scent of wet, warm asphalt assaulted him. It was comforting, despite the way his nerves thrummed and his heart raced. Just what was he doing, paying for something like this? Maybe it had been too long, maybe the last few attempts hadn't been quite as fulfilling as what he'd hoped, but..

Cana began to pull ahead, her dark hair falling in luscious curls halfway down her back that bounced with every hip-swaying step she took. He allowed himself to linger back a few steps, perhaps in admiration of her movement; where other such ladies of her profession would have exaggerated said undulation of their hips, it seemed to come naturally to her rather voluptuous frame. She was a bit thicker than most other call-girls -- her thighs muscular, hips wide, and none-too-lacking in the chest region -- but perhaps it was for her more refined nature that he'd called on her over the other girls listed in the brochure. There was an obvious pride to her, an unabashed confidence that drew the eye of all of those that passed them by. Despite the lewd looks cast at her Cana didn't so much bat an eyelash in their direction. She turned instead to the young man trailing behind her and beckoned him closer.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," he uttered softly, jogging slightly to fall into step beside her. As he fought to slip his hands back into his pockets, she caught his arm and smoothly settled it around her waist, resting it just above the curve of her full rump.

"Here," she breathed, and leaned into his shoulder. A tender gesture, to say the least, but she -was- the best after all.