WHAT THE HELL?

Spencer opened his eyes and stretched his body. After a few minutes of disorientation, he recalled the steamy night he had spent with an escort. She was quite sweet as he was sure he had never enjoyed sex so much.

Perhaps it was the effects of the drugs. He was certainly going to deal with those men who had set him up. If their company did not close down before the end of the day, then he wasn't Spencer Grant.

He saw Tisha's gown on his bed and her shoes on the floor and assumed that she was in the bathroom. He stared at her shoes again and chuckled, "how do they even walk in these?"

He recalled how uncomfortable the shoes had made her last night and laughed even more. She had served him well so he was going to give her a good tip. He began to look around for his phone, forgetting that he had tossed it last night.

He kept looking around for it and lifted the sheets which Tisha had carefully covered. She had hoped that Spencer would not notice it before leaving because she felt they would never cross paths again and even if they did, he was someone who was getting married in a few months so it wouldn't matter.

Spencer, however, was very frightened. He had never slept with a virgin before but he knew quite well what that blood meant. He suddenly realized that he wasn't hearing any sound from the bathroom.

He got up and quickly checked the bathroom but realized it was empty. He couldn't understand what was going on. If her clothes were still on the bed then it meant she was still around.

Could she have gone out without putting on any clothes? He recalled that when he asked her how long she had been in the business, she said she had been doing it for quite some time. If she was still a virgin when she came to him, didn't that mean that he was her first client?

Now he understood why she had been so tight. He had heard her wince last night but he wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure because he had been more focused on satiating his own desires but now it all made sense.

He needed to pay her even more than what he had planned on because parting with her virginity at this age meant that she must have cherished and kept it all these years. But where exactly was she?

He decided to look around the hotel. Perhaps she may have gotten a new set of clothes or may be at the bar. He looked for his boxer but couldn't find it.

While he was still searching for it, he saw his phone on the floor. He picked it up and noticed that the screen had cracked and it had gone off.

He quickly turned it on as he continued searching. He suddenly realized that even his white shirt had disappeared. His phone came on and messages from his friend Brian kept popping up.

He had sent him a total of twenty-three messages, all asking what his hotel room number was and why his phone was turned off.

Spencer sat on the bed and quickly called Brian. He answered immediately and said, "Jeez, man, you gave me a fright. I kept trying to reach you last night and even the escort you ordered ended up going back because we couldn't find out the room you were staying in and the hotel would never give out that information. I had to pay her for time wasted."

Spencer got up from the bed in shock, "what the hell are you talking about Brian? Listen, if this is a joke then I do not find it funny. What do you mean by the escort had to go back home?"

Brian became surprised, "what exactly is going on with you Spencer? Are you high on coke or something?"

Spencer sighed, "listen Brian you are not making any sense. You know what, please come to my hotel room right now, it's an emergency. Please stop by the mall and get a new shirt and boxers for me."

"What is the problem?" Brian asked. "I don't think any mall will be open by this time."

"Just get your ass here" Spencer replied. "This is not something to discuss over the phone and please make sure you come with what I've asked."

After getting off the phone with Brian, Spencer sat back on the bed, thinking about everything. He hoped that Brian was playing a prank on him otherwise, he will be plagued with guilt for the rest of his life.

He thought back to when he had just opened the door and saw her, Beauty, that was the name she gave him. She had seemed so unsure. That shouldn't have been the case if she were to be the escort.

But she was dressed like a whore and she had walked up to him. If she was someone else, why did she keep quiet? And why did she feel the need to take his clothes?

Could she have been a thief? His shirt was from a luxury brand and could be sold for a decent amount. But that did not make any sense. Why then did she leave hers behind?

He suddenly recalled his wallet and picked up his trouser which he felt grateful that she did not take. He took out his wallet and counted the money inside. They were plenty of dollar notes inside but she had only taken three. That wasn't the behavior of a thief.

But who exactly was this girl? Why did she give her virginity to him and why did she disappear with his clothes? He needed to find out the answer to these three questions otherwise he would go crazy but deep down, he hoped for his sake that Brian was playing a prank on him.