<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong><br/><br/>It was almost deja vu, following the lovely woman up the stairs, his hand intertwined in hers, his eyes gazing at the lovely shape of her rump as they stepped up towards the room. He could see the more tan skin of Orchid in his mind, licking his lips. Was she working tonight? Was she here? For a moment Dean had second thoughts, on one hand afraid of the same mistake happening twice, and then due to his great desire to show Orchid that he wasn't just some lame virgin.<br/><br/>No, he was going to make sure tonight was different. He held onto Pearl's hand more tightly, following her, straightening his back. As they entered the room he shrugged his coat off, about to toss it aside when he wondered just what this room might look like under a black light. He hung it on the appropriate hook instead, followed by his shirt. He trembled a bit, both from the cool air of the brothel and because of how nervous he suddenly was once more. But he shook his head, unbuckling his belt. Whether she found him physically attractive or not didn't matter. This was all about performance, and he was going to learn to relax. He dropped his jeans and boxers, getting naked.<br/><br/>"Let's start with front," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and then laying down on it. Just crawling or dropping onto it while nude seemed undignified somehow, the opposite of sexy. Then again, so did his cock hanging limply to the side. Ah well.<br/><br/>He looked over at Pearl, taking in the curves of her body, and smiled. She was definitely a looker.<br/><br/>"Why don't you take those clothes off, first?"