a masseuse is just another name for a whore

When Li Jun emerges from the bathroom, the masseuse is still fully awake. Propped up against the pillow waiting for her client to get done scrubbing himself clean. She's wearing one of his tunics, her long hair tousled in a way that is very seductive and prompts thoughts of what they just finished doing. 

If she could get him arouse again, she could make more money. She loves rich clients, since they love to lavish their women with gifts. Li Jun is one of her favorites. Not only he's rich, he's also young, immaculate in bed and also incredibly attractive. He didn't have to pay to get her to sleep with him, she would have done it for free. She sighed, If she wasn't a professional, she could have fallen in love with him. 

What is she thinking? The masseuse - whom the writer will not name - chased the sad thought away. A woman with profession like hers does not stand a chance.

Note: Unless you all watch Pretty Woman! Good movie by the way. 

She throws her head back in bed, her arms resting on the pillow. Her voice hoarse and husky, testament of their hours of frolic. 

She made herself look inviting and Li Jun fought the urge to resist going inside her again. He needs to reserve the rest of his energy for the next day. 

"Are you at least relaxed?" She groaned crawling up to  him instead. She moved the curtain of towel hiding his member that seemed so excited and probably up for another go. Her eyes fluttered as she looked up, asking for permission to kiss him all over again. 

"Hmmmm, I'll be much better this time."

Li Jun entertained the thought of letting her. There's no doubt in his mind she'll be even more fantastic this time, she's quite a professional after all and he did enjoy her company this evening. But the night is ripening, and he has a long day ahead of him. 

He picked up her chin, bending over to her level just so he could sincerely apologize for turning her down. Any gentleman would have let any begging woman to suck his dick but Li Jun is a man of  control. He doesn't simply give in easily.

"Perhaps next time, darling. I have a long day tomorrow and I really hate for you to wear me out this evening."

The woman pouted. 

But Li Jun was quick to make it up to her. He pulled his wallet from the dirty trouser lain on the floor and yanked a thick wad of cash, plucking a generous amount. "A good tip should make up for the missed opportunity." He bent and kissed her lips. "Next time, I won't deny you of my dick."