What I saw then will haunt me for a long time...being a whore is the best job in the world - if you're blind.

In any case, these...these honorable customers feel far better than they look! 

 

 But still...as I watched those fat, slimy animals mount Petra, I got incredibly horny again!

But I decided against going to work after all. Petra should have her fun; she has so little joy anyway. Instead, I hobbled through the halls of the building. It was huge!

I was so busy walking as carefully as possible; it tickled, itched, and burned. Every step was torture. I had to pay careful attention to the floor; even the slightest bump pierced my sore, over-irritated soles with extreme pain. 

 

 In the periphery of my consciousness, I was aware that someone was walking beside me. But I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't consciously notice it. Only when I heard a subtle clearing of my throat did I turn toward the figure. I was so startled that I fell to the ground.

Master Li?

But the pain of the impact had made me quite agitated, so I yelled at him...a gentleman would have caught me!!!

With a grin he barely suppressed, he lowered his head, red-faced, to hide his shame. "True!"...he managed. Then, after recovering, he apologized and helped me up.

Then he politely asked me what I was doing here at this hour.

I explained. Petra took over for me because I was a bit busy.

"So?" he said thoughtfully.

I then realized that this was against his orders. I should continue to do my duty, obediently.

I then added that I had been instructed by Petra to stay awake.

At this point, he nodded in understanding.

But I didn't trust his antics. I already knew him that far. I thought to myself, the two of us alone in the corridor...

So I told him straight out that I couldn't trust him. When he says something to me, it's always ambiguous and never means what I think. That makes things impossible for me.

He then looked me in the eyes for a long time, contrary to the general customs of this culture. Then he nodded silently.

At first, he replied that his primary instructions are always clear. And it's perfectly clear that I'm standing here in a place I'm not allowed to be. I'm standing here unaccompanied, which I've been expressly forbidden. And I'm not performing my duties as instructed.

I'm not behaving like a guest in his house. And certainly not like a subordinate servant. So he asks me, how should he react to this?

He was probably right about that. He reacted very patiently and humorously in the face of my behavior.

Now it was my turn to nod silently. There was nothing I could say in response. I hobbled a few steps further while he strolled silently beside me. Then we stopped and I looked him in the eyes.

I've been overwhelmed by the situation for weeks now. A non-judgmental statement.

After a while, he nodded in understanding, then we walked a little further.

What's your biggest problem? he asked me casually.

I thought for a while.

Too much sex. I can't calm down anymore, I can't think about anything else. I'm constantly horny, and it's getting worse every day.

... I just looked at him, perplexed. What did he mean?

He sighed resignedly, still grinning broadly.

Is your room back there?

Oh! Sure!

But I still hesitated. I explained to him that if I went into the room, I'd definitely fall asleep.

Now he became really cheerful.

So what? Then you'll just fall asleep!

Then he turned around and left.