<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br/><br/>Dean had sat back down onto the mattress, leaning himself back against the head board as Pearl slid up beside him, swiping away at some of the cum on her face, licking it off before laying a hand on his chest. Her body was definitely warm, though the two of them were a bit of a mess. She, covered in cum and her hands coated in oil, and his oil body covered in oil while his cock, slowly going limp, was smothered in oil and his own ejaculate. He let out a sigh.<br/><br/>"<strong>What's wrong? You seemed to enjoy yourself...did I not please you?</strong>"<br/><br/>Dean's brow furrowed in confusion at the question. She made him cum, didn't she? Of course he had been pleased. Why would she ask something like that? Maybe girls were paid less if clients were left unhappy in some fashion. It would make sense. A girl didn't want to get trouble at her job for bad service.<br/><br/>"No, you did fine," he said, trying to feign a smile. "I just... I need to figure out how to last longer." He brought his hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes. What now? He didn't feel like he had gotten his money's worth, but technically he used up what he could of his time. Or so he thought. He looked to the bathroom, then to how messy he and Pearl had become before turning back to her.<br/><br/>"Are clients allowed to shower with you girls?" he asked.