lundi, le 16 mars
I'm so stressed right now…
I'm busy, busy, busy picking out all my stuff to take with me to the hotel.
- Apparently, he arranged for me to have a hotel room in some fancy place.
- I have to dress presentably, because I'm an escort.
Ugh, this is so difficult. I'm going to end up with ten pieces of luggage.
- Three for lingerie
- Five for clothes
- One for feminine uses
- One for shoes, makeup, etcetera
And I'm so scared now, what if he doesn't like my pink hair? What if I'm too unique?
mardi, le 17 mars
S1 came over, apparently Y kicked him out.
He's such a lazy ass. I begged for him to help me. He said:
S1: "Troublesome, Sakura. I'm not a woman, I can't help you."
Me: "…. Please?"
He sat in my chair, watching me fret over everything.
He started to tell me why Y kicked him out, poor thing, because he didn't help her wash the dishes.
S1: "Mind if I crash here for a while?"
Me: "Go ahead. If you need to crash while I'm away, feel free to float through the door."
S1: "Thanks. By the way, that pink lingerie set looks terrible with your hair, you know."
Follows through with an immediate chuck to the waste bin.
mercredi, le 18 mars
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
I've packed everything I need. Tomorrow the man is picking me up.
Ugh, I feel like shit.
Pantsuit or dress or something warm and cute?
jeudi, le 19 mars
Terrible start. I almost forgot my laptop and my purse.
My doorman buzzed.
Doorman: "Miss, there's a car asking for you."
Me: "Alright. Doorman, I'm going to need help carrying all my stuff, I have ten pieces of luggage. Please?"
Doorman: "Alright, Miss."
Doorman comes up, along with another man.
I presume it's the chauffeur.
He's rather attractive. Long dark hair, tied back, really pale white skin. His cheeks seem a little sunken and beautiful large hands. It suits him, though.
Quite tall, too. At least a head taller than I am.
I'm tiny, though.
He's wearing an adorable dark turquoise turtleneck, black slacks, and a long black coat. Sunglasses, too.
Darn, I wanted to see his eyes.
They help me carry everything down, and stuff it into the shiny silver car sitting idle out front.
The windows were tinted, so I couldn't see anything.
I was wearing something decidedly warm.
A long beige coat trimmed in fake fur, since I can't bear wearing furry animal skins.
It's gross, and cruel.
And boots and jeans. I chose it because it was warm, and rather practical. Cute baby blue mittens too, and a matching toque. And a white scarf.
The chauffeur opens the door for me, and I thank him quite nicely.
He closes the door, and I settle into my seat.
My God, it's warm in here. I take off my scarf, mittens and toque. It's really chilly outside.
…Wait a second; the chauffeur is already sitting in the car.
He doesn't look like the man I saw help me put all my stuff in the car! He has blonde hair! In a ponytail, no less. Blue eyes.
He's grinning at me.
Actual Chauffeur: "Hello, un!"
He has a weird accent. Like an American.
And there's no one else in the car, either.
The door opens, and in steps the man who helped me with my luggage.
Oh my god, he's the man who wanted a call girl??!??!!?
HE turns towards me and hoarsely says a greeting. HE removes his sunglasses.
Oh…Kami (why am I swearing on a Japanese god?), HIS eyes are gorgeous.
The kind that you kind of get lost and nearly drown and sizzle to death in. Ohhhhh.
Me: "……….Oh, what? Sorry, hello."
(You see, I was getting lost in HIS gorgeous eyes.)
HE chuckles, very amused, (in my opinion) and sits back into the leather seat.
Ten seconds later…
HE isn't the type to talk, I think.
Or HE doesn't want to talk in front of the blond guy.
The entire ride is so silent, and so awkward.
HE keeps staring at me!
Like examining me.
It's not scaring me at all; it's just a bit unnerving.
….And I think the blond guy just turned up the heat.
It's already warm enough in here!
Wait a second; I saw HIM gesture at the blond to turn up the heat!
Does HE want me to strip?
You know, HE could just ask.
Instead of fantasizing what I look like from under my coat.
Me: "Can you please stop turning up the heat, Mr. Blond Man with the strange accent?"
Blond: "Nope, sorry. HE-" and gestures to the ink-haired man beside me "Wants it turned up, un."
He smirks at me.
Blond: "And my name is D, un."
Me: "Well, then, D, why does HE want the heat turned up?"
And D (I'm not going to give his real name, obviously) looks rather surprised.
I wonder why….
D: "Because HE wants you to take off your coat, un. So HE can stop trying to figure out what you look like underneath."
And he leers at me.
And I whack him in the head with my mitten.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice HIS eyes widen slightly and glare at D.
And I pulled down my coat.
I'm wearing a powder blue cashmere sweater underneath.
And then HE stares at my body intensely for five minutes, as that's how many minutes left we had until we made it to the hotel.
I let HIM stare; it's not like I care. I'm proud of this body, as I waited fifteen years to get it.
We all get out, and HE purposefully walks gracefully away, probably to check something.
D climbs out gangly and he asks me a question:
D: "Are you seriously a prostitute?"
I slap him. I say yes, tell him that's offensive to me, and he looks shocked.
D: "You're rather educated and nice for a…call girl, un. Most call girls are bitchy and clingy."
I nod dismissively. I went to uni! Of course I'm educated!
And I attempt to heave one of my bags out, when D grabs it and lifts it out, along with my other ones.
A bellhop comes out, loads all my stuff into one of those pushy cart things, and goes away.
Well, D leads me into the hotel.
Hmm, definitely off the scale of five stars.
I believe it might be at least twenty stars.
D grins at me, and walks away towards the elevator, and disappears.
He leaves me in front of HIM.
And HE silently leads me to the elevator.
And up, up, up we go.
A few minutes later…
I'm in the most beautiful, largest suite I've ever been in.
I immediately flop onto the pristine white king-sized bed, much to the quiet surprise of HIM.
HE stands stiffly at the door, watching me as I frolic and peel off my coat and boots.
I stop, and look at HIM.
Me: "Care to join me?"
And HE does.
HE lies on the bed silently. Next to me, I'm sitting up.
HE DOESN'T TALK.
This is starting to get annoying.
HIM: "What's your name, Blossom?"
Me: "Sakura. And you are?"
HE looks up at me darkly.
WAIT A SECOND.
I told HIM my real name.
I TOLD HIM MY REAL NAME!
Why did I do that?
I look down.
I'm tiny, so HIS head is rather close to mine. Inches away.
- HIS eyes were pure black
But I notice:
-There are tiny flecks of cobalt and sapphire that are blended in with the black.
HE's absolutely ravishing, with HIS exquisite eyes and the way HE looks lying on the bed, HIS hair all fanned out, it makes me want to ravage him.
HIM: "My name is –BEEP-"
Again, I can't be writing HIS actual name, can't be bothered to, and I have privacy issues. People have privacy issues.
And I like to nickname people.
HIM: "Tonight, nothing is going to happen, Blossom."
Ohh, the way my petit nom just pearls from HIS mouth….
HIM: "Because today, I'm going to learn you, delve myself into you, completely study you for the entire week, Sakura. You fascinate me."
A rather curiously predatory gleam appeared in HIS eye.
I suddenly feel hunted.
…. HE wants to learn me? Whatever for?
Congratulations again, to JadeOnyxComet, for guessing everyone so far and all her guesses were correct! But darling, this is an ItaSaku.
And everyone else, you better catch on fast.