Behind the Mask: A Werewolf's Naked Weapon
Marce Lee Nah
"Should I take off my clothes now?" she added while staring at me from head to toe.
Shit. Why would she ask that in front of me? Wasn't taking off her clothes my job like I always do to the rest of my customers?
"No. Just put them on, please." I respectfully retorted before I slid to the bed. Put my backpack on the floor and applied a bit of my wolf's aggression rushing at her.
Before I jumped on the bed, I shortly took off my clothes until nothing was left but my undies.
"Wait." She quickly muttered partly mixed with regrets. To my surprise, she moved her face and pushed my chest a few inches away from her.
"Why?" could not help but ask. "Wasn't this what I am here for? To please you?" I said in an embarrassing tone.
It was at this moment I sensed her uncomfortable and regretful expression. I did not come here to get embarrassed. My job was to please her. Unless there was something Joseph forgot to inform me. Never expected this to happen.
"No... no! It's just…" she suddenly dropped her gaze from me. "It's just. I'm still a virgin. Please, don't get mad at me."
I don't know if it was a perfect opportunity for me to burst out laughing when she almost got me on that note. A virgin wanted to have sex with me. Who on earth would sell her virginity to a person wearing a black facemask?