I looked at him, studied his sweaty naked body and the sensation of his chest rising and falling to the beat of the music running wild on his stereo.
🎼 Like a flower bending in the breeze sway with me... 🎼
I had to admit, that this guy had a good taste in music, but definitely not in his women. He was gay and the only reason, he bought me, was because his friends didn't know. - I guess, my sex was his way to shot his friends off with their accusations about him being gay. He broke immediately when we sat in his bedroom. Sometimes I wonder, if I'm a hooker or a therapist. Either way I got to be paid before he wakes up and burst into tears again. Not, that I don't like men crying, I just don't like, when they choose to rather cry in front of a hooker than in front of their friend. I didn't know any therapists, who wears tiny skirts to work. I didn't care to be more exact.
I wasn't afraid to wake the man, who now snored. I walked out into his kitchen and looked around. Where are those money? I was like a truffle pig, but instead of truffles I could smell money. Gotcha! Under the couch, I opened it to see if I had won the lottery; but he wasn't just gay, he was also broke. I tried to shake the wallet onto the table beside the couch. A visit card fell out.
"I can make you rich. Call J.Q.: 54959592"
I smiled slightly. So this man was also stupid, who believed in such stuff anymore. It was 2021, I thought shaking me head in disappointment; however for now I would keep the card as a form of payment together with his 30 dollars from the wallet. Fuck it, I would just take the whole wallet. What a sad night, I thought to myself while closing the door and feeling the air kiss my face. The air wanted something too huh? Laugh, no just a light chuckle, there was nothing to laugh about in this cruel world.
