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wenomechainsuma

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Though initially I was hesitant, of course anyone would be. I've been a virgin for quite some time now but I was tired of being that "loser" everyone at school talked about, so I chose to take matters into my own hands. Considering how much of a terrible flirt I am, I knew coercing a female into coitus would be nigh near impossible. Opting for a much safer and guaranteed approach. Paid sex. Now I would rather refer these fine ladies as escorts rather than prostitutes for the sake of respect. I wandered into the red light district in search of one, with only $100 in pocket I assumed I would have plenty to choose from. Wrong. Oh so wrong... Wandering into some desolate building advertising "adult massages" I approached the lady behind the desk, an old chinese lady at that.

She asked me a few indirect questions, I imagine it was to probe and clear to make sure I wasn't- as she put it "dirty cop". Then came the kicker, she asked my budget for the night. Now I have no idea how much an experience typically runs so I most proudly responded "$100" all while keeping a smile on my face.

The lady stares at me cold. She laughs. The smile fades. She asks if I'm serious to which I most definitely respond that I am. After a bit of negotiation, albeit in broken english we settled on her newest worker. Me more or less being her first real customer. Of course I pay upfront and am lead towards a backroom. I'm instructed to enter and remove my clothes and lie on the bed while my "masseuse" preps themselves. Here I am naked on the bed, all visibly "excited" for what's to come. Heavy steps approach the door, the door swings open. I am no longer visibly excited. For what I see, is none other that Mister Chegg himself. He notices my discomfort, along with me visibly "soften". He begins to cry and almost leaves right then and there. I stop him, not because I wanted him, but more or less because I felt guilty. I begin to console him, the tears slowly seep up.