The One-night Whore

2026...

It was a rainy night. I caught a bus to One Time - a place for people who want to be a whore, but for one night, maybe, like me at this time. I walked inside slowly…

“Excuse me, would you like to fuck or be fucked” - said the receptionist, she was a shy girl, younger than me.

“Be fucked” - I answered, still looking at her.

“Why?” - She tried to start a conversation while making a reservation for me - “Lack of money?”

I smirked a little, eyes looking downwards: “Am I look like lack of money?”

“Not sure” - she was more confident - “We cannot judge others by appearance now” - said the receptionist, she was still looking at the computer - “Here is the key for your room. We picked a random man’s booked a room on our website for you. He’ll arrive soon. You can wait in the corridor or in the room.”

“Thanks” - I took the key and went straight to the room.

She was right. Even when we dress like people who have a lot of money, it will mean nothing if deep in our souls, we still think we are inferiors.

I went into the room and then locked it up. I opened the window and smoked. The view was nice. I turned back to the bed, still smoking. Hahh - I breathed out the smoke - It was so relaxing! You could say that I'm a pervert, rebel person, but the truth is that this is the first time I come here. About 10 minutes later, “the random man” came in. He looked not handsome but not bad. His hand was holding a towel to wipe the water out of his face. I looked at him.

He said: The “partner” has came in but you’re not gonna put the cigarette down?

I took off the cigarette and crumpled it in my hand right at that moment.

He took his bottle and drunk water: Nice day?

The water dripped down his neck, seem attractive: Not really…

He looked at me: Why?

- Uhmm, my boyfriend’s just kicked me, he found a better girl.

- So that’s why you came here? Because you’re sad?

- Nah, I’m just want to try!

- What an exciting girl!

- You talk too much.

He looked at me again (glared was righter), and then he rushed towards me. We started.

- You said that I talk too much?

- What’s wrong? That’s the truth!

He was on my body: So now I just do and not talk

Me: Do it

He tore up my tight top...

P/S: As you guys don’t know, Vietnamese, with me, is really emotional. So every time I’m sad, or too happy, I often write in English – the second language that I’ve known. By the side, some of the dialogs in this story has been in my head before I could write it into this story, it has just, like, came up in my mind. And I thought “why don’t I start to write a short story?! It would be interesting!”. Then I’ve just borrowed my dad’s computer and wrote it – in secret!

Sorry cuz my English’s sooo bad! Just try to understand it:)) comment if you cant understand! I’ll explain it.