We left the room, and I flipped a sign hanging on the door so it read "Cleaning Required". It is always courtesy to have a sex room cleaned by the st...ff after use. This is not your average grungy club. And I especially thought it needed cleaning after us, at least for the blood.TRIP HOMEWe left the club together and drove to my apartment. I considered changing into my normal clothes before leaving the club, but I decided to stay in my Bedaism persona and just keep silent and scary around my. She hurried into her bedroom and dropped the load on the floor then back into the living room while she wondered what she was going to do with him.He was still standing where she left him, looking at the few framed photos she had on her wall. He handed her a Styrofoam cup."Chamomile tea. You don't need the stimulants."She accepted the cup, flustered. "Do you do this for all your patients?" Uh, actually, no." He ducked his head and then sat on the edge of one of the couch cushions. "It was an. But I’ve tried to do some of the things the girls at school talk about, and he says that I’m no good at them, that I just don’t know what boys like.’ His face showed nothing but polite concern, but his mind was laughing at the young pup who kept panting after this girl. It was obvious the boy had no idea what potential existed within her, and was only interested in getting his piece off the top. The time was ripe to take things in hand. ‘My, it does sound like you have a problem’ he said, with. The fact that he didn’t want it to be just a one night stand was irrelevant and he kicked himself for not waking up when she left his bed, or at least getting her phone number before he fucked her. She probably thought he was just another asshole guy and had left to spare him the embarrassment of the aftermath. He didn’t like the idea that she might have that image of him, but it sure as hell was more comfortable than the alternative. Nobody likes to feel used, him especially, perhaps him even.