I sat on my bed curled up. Staring dead at the floor. Thinking, contemplating. Thinking, why did I have to take him on as a customer? I know I needed the money, but why?
"Luc. New customer for you." Chase, my boss, said leading Walter to me.
Our names and pictures were in a book. That's how we were mainly chosen. That or on the floor.
I stood at the bar. I stood up straight and looked him up and down. Walter wore a dark suit. His hair was dark and neat, balding a little. He was older by a lot. People requested me a lot. Like I said, once, they viewed mixed people like me as an exotic product. Which I hated.
Once Chase left us I spoke.
"Well?" I asked. I wanted to know his name and what he wanted from me.
"My name is Walter Bearings. I'm a lawyer." I nodded.
"That's nice. What are you expecting from me?" I asked.
"For now, just some company. We can talk about further actions later." Walter waved his hand. Little did I know he was an obsessive psychopath.
I handed Walter, who was now sitting on a couch, a glass of wine, "so what's your story?" I smiled and sat on my knee beside him. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger when he first came in, but he took it off after meeting me.
"Married. Two kids." He answered. I sipped on my soda cup.
"Uh-huh..."
"They don't know that I... Like men." He started. "When I was growing up it was a completely different time. People like us couldn't be themselves."
"I understand." I said. "I'm sorry you have to live like that."
"But when you're with me you can be yourself. Promise." I said. Walter smiled.
He sipped on his wine and we talked. A lot.
"Do you...want to take this further? Somewhere else?" I asked. Had to if I wanted to get paid a lot.
"Sure. I can get us a hotel."
"Sounds great." Walter stood up. I got up and pointed to the back, "I need to talk to Chase."
Walter nodded, "I'll wait for you by the front."
I left and went into Chase's office. "I'm going to a hotel with Walter."
"Be safe. Make sure to come back." He said without looking up from what he was doing.
I nodded and left. I went to the front and met up with Walter.
"Okay, let's go." I said.
We went to a nice hotel and got a room. Thankfully people didn't question us. In my stomach I was sick. What we -- what I -- was doing made me sick. What would Indra and Evie think?
The room was nice. Decorative and elegant.
I folded my hands. "So how do you want to do this?"
"We can go into the bedroom." He said.
We moved to the bedroom and he sat on the bed.
"I'd...like to be on top." Great.
"That's fine." I put on a fake smile.
"Before we do this you need to know, I have high prices." I told him.
