The red room’s heavy door clicked shut behind as I stepped into the hallway of Heaven’s Feel Brothel, the *clack* echoing softly in the calm, silent corridor.
The crimson walls of the room faded, replaced by the muted gold and reddish cream tones of the hall, lit by dim chandeliers that cast a warm, subdued glow. The air was cooler here, the morning stillness wrapping around like a quiet exhale after the wild night with Elizabeth, the First Lady. My black t-shirt and pants felt little sticky against my skin, my long hair damp from the shower, my body relaxed but heavy, the piece of paper with her phone number tucked in my pocket.
I glanced around, my boots scuffing the plush carpet, the silence almost soothing, until another *clack* broke the quiet, followed by a man’s loud, hearty laugh echoing down the hall.
A door open a few rooms ahead, and a man stumbled out, his t-shirt wrinkled, his half pants sagging, his face flushed with a wide, satisfied grin.
"That was the best night I’ve had in years," he said, rubbing his stomach, his voice booming, his eyes bright with the afterglow of his ti inside, his graying hair mussed, his stance loose, carefree. He turned back to the door, still chuckling.
"Ehehe.." A woman followed him out laughing with him, her voice cheerful, high-pitched, carrying a practiced warmth. She clutched a white bedsheet to her chest, the fabric barely covering her naked body beneath, her short brown hair bouncing as she moved.
"I’m really glad you enjoyed your ti with , sir. Feel free to co by again," she said, her smile wide, her eyes sparkling, her tone polished, professional.
It was Hana, a sex worker here at Heaven’s Feel, her act one I’d seen countless tis.
The hallway quiet except from their noise, the morning light creeping through a distant window.
"Really loved you, baby. Muah," the man said, leaning in to kiss her cheek, his lips smacking loudly, his hand lingering on her back, then trailing down to her ass, his grin widening.
"If only my wife were like you, I’d never be stressed in my life," he added, his voice thick with flattery, his eyes roaming her, his body relaxed.
Feelz weird, as I am completely invisible to them, my presence unnoticed, a silent observer in the hall as they enjoy their sweet ti.
"Oh, co on, don’t flatter ," Hana said, brushing him off with a charming smile, her hand waving playfully, her bedsheet slipping slightly, revealing more of her boobs, her act flawless, her voice light.
Her performance honed by years in this place, her disgust hidden beneath the surface, a truth I could see, working here as I did, knowing the ga she played, the money that made her do it all...just like .
"You’re sothing special," the man said, his hand sliding down to rub her ass, his fingers bold, possessive, his grin smug, his eyes glinting with lust as he squeezed her ass cheeks. "Will co back in few days again.." He said.
Hana’s face flushed, her body leaning into him, pushing her ass toward his hand, her smile unwavering, her voice sultry.
"Will be waiting for that day to co," she said, her tone dripping with promise, her eyes locked on his.
"Well, take care. Bye-bye," the man said, waving his hand in a loving, exaggerated gesture, his smile wide, his face blushing as well for her in love, his body turning toward the elevator at the end of the hall, his steps light and filled with satisfaction.
The brothel’s silence settling back in, the elevator doors sliding open with a faint *ding* and he went away, waving his hand towards Hana as if two lovers were saying goodbye to each other.
Hana’s waving hand paused mid-air, her smile dropping, her arm lowering slowly, her face shifting, the charm vanishing like a switch flipped off.
"Tch. Pathetic old man," she muttered, her voice low, sharp, her eyes narrowing, her bedsheet sagging, her disgust plain now, her true self erged out.
The act of charm and loving stopped, the money her only reason for enduring him, a truth we both lived, working here, the ga we played with the masks we wore.
Her eyes t mine, casual but serious, no trace of the fake cheer she’d shown him, her gaze steady, unguarded, her look acknowledging , a fellow worker, soone who saw through the facade.
"Good morning, Ezra," she said, her voice even, her bedsheet slipping slightly, her stance relaxed but tired, her greeting simple, real, a mont of honesty in this place of pretense.
"Good morning, Hana," I replied, my voice calm, leaning against the wall, my hands in my pockets, the piece of paper with Elizabeth’s number crinkling, my tone matching hers, the weight of the night with the First Lady lingering, but here, with Hana, just another day at work.
"Had a rough night?" I asked, my voice casual, my eyes eting hers.
Hana nodded silently, her face unreadable, then opened her bedsheet in front of , letting it fall to her waist, her naked body exposed, red marks dotting her skin, visible on her boobs, her thighs, her stomach and two bright red bite marks near her pussy.
Her gesture matter-of-fact, no sha, no seduction, just truth, a worker showing another worker the cost of the job.
"I see..." I said, my voice low, my eyes steady, no judgnt, no arousal, just recognition, the sight familiar, normal.
Hana reached into the folds of her bedsheet, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter, her movents quick, almost quickk-of-hand, her hands were empty just monts before.
She leaned back against the hallway’s railing, her bedsheet slipping slightly, revealing more of her collarbone, her stance relaxed but worn.
*Click*
The flicked the lighter, the small fla catching the cigarette’s tip, and took a deep drag, exhaling a slow *Phuu*, the smoke curling upward, catching the chandelier’s light.
I blinked, my mind racing. *Wait. Where did she pull that cigarette and lighter from? Her hands were empty when she ca out.* My thoughts churned, my eyes narrowing slightly as my mind felt an illusion.
"Stole it from him.." Hana said flatly, her voice cutting through my thoughts, her eyes flicking to mine as she tapped the cigarette, ash falling to the carpet.
"Ohh..." I said, my voice low, a faint smile tugging at my lips, my surprise hidden behind a casual nod.
Damn, did she read my mind or sothing? I thought, my brow furrowing, her sharp perception catching off balance, the brothel’s silence amplifying the mont.
Hana took another drag, the cigarette glowing, smoke swirling, her eyes distant for a mont. "So, how’s work with you?" she asked, her voice casual, turning to , her eyes eting mine.
"All good and tiring as usual," I replied, my voice even, leaning back against the wall, my hands still in my pockets. "What about you?" I asked, my eyes on hers, my tone matching her casualness.
"Sa, Lol." Hana said, laughing slightly, a soft, genuine sound, her cigarette glowing as she took another drag. "All sex workers got the sa, I guess," she added, her smile genuine, her eyes warm, looking at , the hallway quiet, her smile a rare mont of real connection.
"Yeah... can’t help it," I said, smiling back, my voice low.
Hana took a final drag, crushing the cigarette against the railing, the ember fading, her bedsheet slipping further, her red marks visible on her back as well, her movent signaling the end of the mont, the day calling her back to her routine, just as it called .
"Well, then, I gotta go now," I said, straightening up, my voice calm, a low bow to her, a gesture of respect. "Take care of yourself, Hana. Have a nice day."
"You too, Ezra. Have a nice day," she said, nodding, her voice even, her bedsheet pulled tighter, her red marks hidden, her eyes eting mine one last ti, her nod a mirror of my respect, her door creaking as she turned, stepping back into her room.
*Clack* echoing softly, the brothel’s silence settling in, the mont over, the day moving on.
I stood there, alone in the hallway, looking at the closed door. I wonder what must be her reason to do a job like this. She looks beautiful as well. I an any man would be happy to love her and provide for her.
I exhaled deeply, a long sighhh escaping my lips, my shoulders relaxing, my body steadying.
"Well, then... let’s et Jonathan before I finally get to leave for ho," I muttered to myself, my voice low, my eyes fixed on the elevator door at the corner of the hall, its golden fra catching the light.
I started walking, my steps deliberate, my hands in my pockets, the paper crinkling, the hallway quiet, the candles burning, the morning light soft, the elevator waiting, the next mont ahead, the world outside pulling on, my path clear, the work never truly done.
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