I click on a tablet in the wall. I insert my number and password, and choose a on the menu. He takes the pen and signs it. Then I sign it and send it to the front desk.

"Okay." I say and take my mask off too. I set it on a table by the door.

Soren looks at me for a long time.

"Ehm, so. Any ... preferences?" he breaks the silence. He has such sweet voice. He seems over all ...too sweet.

"What can you offer? Oh wait, I already asked. But still, anything you're good at?"

"Ehm, I don't know. I didn't really get any feedback from the people."

"Really? They didn't even praise you or thanked you?"

"No. Not really. It's fine, you don't need to give feedback, it's not in the rules but ... I can't really tell you what I'm good at."

"Okay, let's go to the tablet and pick then."

So it doesn't happen that the hotel and the workers get under-paid, you have to type in what "work" you want beforehand.

It's already in the system and you get a ticket that you go to the receptionist to with.

I think it's brilliant. The tablet is installed in the wall.

"So, what do we have here." I already used it, but only for a short "plain sex". I needed to get my mind off of something, so it wasn't much. But this time. I want something more.

He stands next to me shyly.

"Do you want to pick something for me?" I look at him.

"No, you pick. It's your money. I don't want to rob you."

"Rob me? Not at all." I chuckle, "and by the way, I'm very rich."

"How rich? I mean, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Soren looks away.

"Very much. I can't tell you how much but ... my bank account has the million digits. Big millions."

His eyes snap open. "Oh. You must be happy then."

"Happy? Well, yes." I chuckle.

"Hm, still, it's up to you." Soren nods at me. His eyes. They're so gorgeous.

"Okay, so foreplay with kissing, licking, biting, hickeys. That's an interesting description." I click on it and look at him.

"Some people only want kissing and some don't even kiss."

"No kisses? How boring." I shake my head. He shrugs.

Hand job or blow job? Hm, he looks so cute. Maybe I'll want both. "Hand job and blow job."

"Hmm." Soren nods.

"Okay, so sex. Plain one (only one position), changing positions, any type of bdsm or new experimenting (with optional answer)? Hm. I'm not sure."

He clicks on the changing positions for me. "Oh, sorry." He clicks on the ex and deletes it from the list.

"No, I'll choose it." changing positions. "How many rounds can you do, before you get tired?"

"Ehm, I don't know. I usually only did one. Sometimes two. Then they didn't have energy."

"What about three?"

"Three?" He gulps, "well, it's up to you."

"Three then." I click on number 3, "what more is here? Hm, no, I think that will be more than enough now.

You sure you can do all that?"

"Yeah." He nods.

"Okay." I click on and it gives me a ticket from a small machine next to it, where is a list and a price.

"Look at that price." I smile. 5 euro kissing. 8 euro hand job. 10 euro blow job. 21 for one round. So in total I have 86 euro. "Eighty six euro."

"Do you think it's too much?" Soren looks at me.

"Do YOU?"

"Well, you pay me and then ... the hotel. And this room and you can order a drink." He thinks, "did you know you can pick a flavor of condom?" he smiles and then his smile fades, "ehm, yes ..." He coughs.

"I didn't know. Do I also need to pay for that?"

"No, no, it's all here with it."

"Hm, I think it's a good price then. But ... isn't it a bit cheap for YOU?"

"N-no. I get enough money." He shakes his head, "it's not about me. So, starting then?" he bites his lip.