The guy couldn’t be much over twenty.
He had that Simpson look about him, the blonde hair and big round eyes – almost nerdy, but strong.
His father was also in the room, sitting in son’s favourite chair and reading the book.
“Maya told me to enroll in the Academy of Love, the red building down the road, with a dark small windows, 4 blocks from us. Maybe you know?”
His father answered after a short pause, surprised:
“I know the place. Thats a local whorehouse. Why would Maya send you there? Are you guys alright?”
The young man was angry – “how could she? what is she? she called him a super-man, she went through whole kama-sutra just to prove her love for him, she promised to be his one and only forever and f@ck ever…”
“No, we are fine.”
To sit in the room with 14, almost naked women, might sound like a fun-sunday, but it was a different case. One of the girls ( she was about 315 pounds) stepped forward from the corner and said:
“I take him. Only if you won’t sing “Sweet carrot of mine!!” after each cum.”
She wanted him, that little boy. Just to play, and she always got what she wanted…one way or another.
“I’d like to have someone less curvy,” – he started, but then panicked, – “Whaaat? I never…how did you know that? Nobody knows!”
“You girlfriend knows. And she is working here.”
On the next day he met his girlfriend near Starbucks, boiling with the anger:
“Maya, explain to me how that happened? Why do you work in that horrible place? How you could tell them about “sweet carrot”? You are tearing apart my heart!”
“What do you want? I’m working there only 75%. The rest of the time I’m studying in the college. You know that!” – the innocence of Maya’s voice made him mad.
“75%? Only 75%? ONLY?!! Do you hear your-fkn-self?”
“I’d like to work 100%, but then everybody gonna think I’m a whore.”
Her eyes. They always were a deep pool of a green gold. When he looked into her eyes he knew all the beauty of the world could not even hope to compete with this simple thing she’ve got: passion. But it was never passion of love. Only passion to a bed sheet. Her passion is slowly transformed into a monster.
Maya went to order her chai latte to the counter.
On the way back she dropped, smiling:
“Your dad is also working there.”
Word enroll is used for the daily-prompt.
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