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But the greater the fascination became, the more I started to accept the fact that I couldn’t stay a tourist in my own town forever. Yes, let’s make this fully and entirely clear: on more than one occasion have I spent time on the other side of those walls, accompanied by a beautiful girl. And never in my life have I felt shame, or regret, for doing so. It may sound like an excuse, and I will explain in a bit why it isn’t, but the first time I visited a girl, it was for research purposes. I was writing what I thought then would inevitably become my debut novel, a story about a boy from Amsterdam who is destined to be the ruler of the District. More than once, I had to describe what happened between the moment an anxious MILF looking fellow sneaks through one of those doors, and, later, reappears, sometimes fully satisfied, often facial even more on edge than before. I had no idea what happened, though, and I figured I could ask anybody, but the best source would always be myself. And so, on a hot summer day, encouraged by a few beers and a hormonal destiny to unload, I accepted a girl’s wink and stepped inside. There are two people in this world: those who have been inside one of those rooms, and those who haven’t. To those that have, I would say: enjoy this feast of recognition. For everybody else, I will try to explain the feeling a nineteen-year-old gets in a situation like this. First, there is this realization that should not be taken lightly: the realization that sex is inevitable. It’s the same feeling one gets when the girl you met at the bar invites you in after you walked her home; when your crush asks whether you brought condoms; when your girlfriend texts you she is home alone. When the girl behind the window winks, and you accept, it is settled. No matter how many times one has slept with another, no matter one’s age or experience, this is always a big moment for a man - or any other human being. The room in which the action is going to take place, is a peculiar environment indeed. It is usually very small: a bed, a desk and a chair are often the only things in it. It smells of flowery substances, but it is a rather strong, penetrating odor. The light is red, or pink, or purple, and sometimes, one can hear the newly created couple on the opposite side of the wall engaging in their version of this artificial form of love. Once you’re inside, and all of these brand-new impressions are fighting to get the upper hand in your brain, you realize you have no idea of how to behave. Should you pay up front, or afterwards? Should you get fully naked, or leave your shirt on, or your socks? Surely, you will be using one of her condoms, right? And does she even give head? Luckily, the girl I was with wasn’t born yesterday. Her name was Sasha, or so she said, and she was of Russian descent. She had smiled at me when I walked past, and when I came by again, she had opened her door - which is against the rules - and whispered: come, come, you have me . This simple call to action, along with her gorgeous body and quite attractive face, had drawn me across the line. As an experienced prostitute, Sasha must have easily noticed I was not very comfortable, and perhaps she even guessed it was my very first time in a situation like this. She held up her hand, waited for me to put the money in it, and said: you sit, I do . Exactly what boobs one wants to hear on moments like these. Now, nothing is easier than bragging. But since this is not so much a story as it is a documentary of a sort, I will use the truth and only the truth to describe what happened. And the truth is: I had made two rookie mistakes. Mistakes that I have never made since, not even outside of the District. Firstly, I came in red-hot. I had not touched a girl in a few months, and I had not let off steam for days. I knew my weaknesses when I was this agitated, but I wrongly assumed the mere experience of prostitution would put me off so much, I would easily be able to postpone any early arrivals. I’m listening for her while I’m savoring her flavor, listening for the crack in her defenses. With little experience, Jerry marveled at her movements. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I figure it’s serious enough that you guys want your privacy. As the scenes unfolded on the screen I watched with growing facial curiosity. Only my tongue. Her hot, wet mouth felt incredible. How he wanted to run away, crash through the door, bust out of this insane place! If you let it boobs fester under the surface, it only gets worse." “This is exactly why I don’t want to tell anyone else! "Oh please master! “Honestly if you’re gonna show him your tits, then you may as well let him play with them. We’d been able to use his bed at home twice when his parents went away for the weekend, and I’d loved being able to pull my legs back and watch him pound in me, but with his legs bent up behind him, he could push deep in this position. Strip him of his titles and grant it to another noble MILF family.” Nodding his head, it was as he thought, there was hardly anything recognizable of the tech thief fleet left. “You’re not used to being submissive, are you Elena?” I chuckled, “Five days with nothing but slaves, and you start to think you’re a force to be reckoned with.” I ran my fingertips down her elegant spine, watching her flesh prickle with the barest of touches, “I suppose when your only bed partners have been succubi and the Dark Queen, it’s easy to think you’re a veritable stud.” My fingers ran over the small of her back, and she shuddered from foot to head. He must have already had himself right on the verge of cumming. "See that you do," Jack said, and headed off back to work. Everyone cheered. "We specifically chose her because her brother is already fucking her.