Long Past Dawn

MALCOLM PHILIPS groaned groggily and felt a deep sense of irritation as the city of Boston's sun rays spurted into his hotel suite. Although he was now awake, he kept his eyes shut and didn't move at all, remaining dabbed in the sheets of the bed he had spent the last night in. Seconds later, he opened his eyes and sat up to an unsettling sight. Just within arm's length from him was a bright red thong and matching brassiere. The only reason he noticed them as soon as his eyes were open was that red was a stark contrast to the snow-white bed sheets. With a small frown sculpted on his face, Malcolm reached for the thong to have a closer look at it. When it was just an inch from his face, he noticed that it had a fruity, delicious fragrance that seemed oddly familiar. He cast a bewildered look at the brassiere which was just a little farther than the thong had been. Carefully placing it back on his bed, Malcolm got on his feet intending to place a call to the hotel's receptionist some floors below. They had some serious explanations to do. If they were not careful, he could go as far as suing them for putting him at risk by letting a stranger into his suite. As he reached for the telephone, Malcolm froze. He had heard a sound. A gentle hum. A gentle, feminine hum. At this point, there were only two explanations for what was going on: There was a female in his suite or he was running mad. The latter seemed to be more likely: he was going nuts. "Hello?" he called out loudly. A few seconds swept by silently. There was no response. And then suddenly, the hum resumed, more melodious than it was the first time, paying no regard to Malcolm. As carefully as he could, Malcolm walked in the direction of the voice he could hear and only stopped when he was face to face with the vermilion door of his suite's bathroom. There was a lady in it. Making sweet hums amidst the sounds of water cascading down her bodice, and getting all comfortable as though she owned this suite as much as Malcolm did. "What!?" Without considering what his action might do, Malcolm knocked twice on the bathroom door. The melodic lull came to a halt and the only sound Malcolm heard was of his heart pounding blood and adrenaline through his veins. "Wh... who's there?" Malcolm called out, feeling like a creep for butting his head into a stranger's private moment. A fleeting moment passed and there was no response from the stranger in his bathroom. Malcolm decided to call on the Hotel's security. Only they could fish out the rascal that had though it wise to take a shower in his place. As Malcolm spun in the direction of where the telephone was, the bathroom's door handle wiggled like a child was fiddling with it, then out came a small woman with the biggest blue eyes and a mop of shiny black hair that dripped with water. She had a white towel barely hugging the upper part of her body, revealing her milky flesh and the shape of her fully blown breasts. Her nails were painted red, just like the underwear on his bed, and her lips were pale pink. Even in just her stance, she had pure s****l charisma. The type men of Malcolm's calibre could not overlook. The irritation Malcolm had felt that morning disappeared instantly as she said one word: "Hi." "Who are you?" Malcolm asked. He took all his willpower to stop himself from running his eyes all through her body. She was beyond all doubts, very pretty. And so far, she seemed to possess the innocence of an angel. For a split second, she looked hurt by Malcolm's question. She bit her lip and avoided eye contact when she spoke. "You... brought me in with you." There was a momentary pause. "For the night." Malcolm's mind reeled back to the night before. He and his friends had been drunk when he crashed into a girl on their way out. He apologised and from there, got talking. One thing led to another and she had ended up in bed with him. From the tiny fragments of the previous night's memory, she had told him she was a hooker and from what he remembered, he had paid her as well. The girl standing in front of him didn't seem like a hooker. They backed into Malcolm's bedroom. "Shouldn't you be gone already then?" "Oh." The girl flashed him a watery smile and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "I didn't know. I... I'll get my things. I was considering making breakfast for us after my shower." "Breakfast?" Malcolm glanced at the window. The sun was brighter than before. The golden arcing rays from the blue-white clouds gently heated everything it came in contact with. Suddenly, he felt more alive talking with her. "Is this your first time?" he asked. She stopped in her tracks and faced him shyly. A small smile spread across her lips and when she spoke, her white, perfectly carved dentition revealed itself. "Making breakfast? No. Whoring? Yeah. Having a shower? Not at all." They both laughed at her joke. So far, she seemed great. No wonder he, Malcolm, had wanted her the night before. Malcolm chuckled. "Explains a lot. And what is your name?" She rolled her eyes playfully then giggled. "We spoke about this last night, Malcolm. I wonder how much you've forgotten." "So do I." "Would be a shame if you've forgotten the things we tried out." Their eyes locked in mutual understanding. "If you know what I mean." There was a moment of silence which she broke. " I'm Delaney." "Mhmm. Why are doing this though?" Malcolm added. "Hmm, because people ask for our services." Malcolm walked over to the side of the bed he had slept on and sat down. He could see her face and read her expressions better. She had high cheekbones and a finely sculpted nose Malcolm wanted to give a small kiss. "Not you though. This is obviously your first time. Why are you doing this?" Delaney walked to the other end of the bed and perched on it like a bird on wood. "My student loan. I have to pay for it and my daily job can barely cater for my daily needs." "That's all?" Malcolm asked. "Pretty much." "Let's strike a deal then." "What do you have in mind?" Delaney asked curiously. "I'll pay off your student loan and we'll have s*x for the next six months." Silence ensued for roughly half a minute. "Two months," Delaney countered. "No, three. And that's the lowest I'm willing to go." Delaney chuckled. "You sure are a fine business man. What are the conditions?" Malcolm leaned on the bed and into her sea blue eyes with his chestnut brown ones. He noticed her breath more laborious and her heart beat faster in apprehension. "There's just one condition: we f**k whenever I want it. However I do and wherever as well."