Friends With A Prostitute

Chapter 14

"Can I ask you something?" Cynthia asked. She was leaning on the back of a sofa in Stacy's living room, and Stacy was in the kitchen getting some crackers for her guest.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Did you... umh... work yesterday?"

"Yeah." Stacy winked at Cynthia, "You wanna know about that?"

"I'm just curious. How is like? What's a normal session?" Cynthia then quickly broke eye contact with Stacy, shifted her gaze to the floor and quickly added, "I mean, only if you're cool talking about it."

"Of course. So, first, there's a lot that goes into me choosing a client. In the beginning, when I had my pimp I didn't have much choice, but now I have this app that basically lets me stalk a client first before I set up a meeting with them. It's so much safer that way."

"So how do you choose a client? And how do you know which ones are safe? Don't they get violent and things?"

"They do. And that's why I always try to be careful when I choose a client. There are a couple of... tests I do on them first. I like my clients to be," Stacy paused for a moment looking for the right word, "What shall we call it? Submissive. Yes, submissive. They must be willing take orders. Do as they're told."

"So how do you know which ones are willing to take orders?"

"You'll be surprised which guys like to be tied down. It's not the guys at the bottom of the social ladder. Not the grocery store packers or your factory workers. No, those are the dangerous ones. They tend to be so tired of having to listen to other people's orders, and them wanting the... umh... services of someone like me is their attempt to seek control. They just want to hook up someone that they can completely tie down. They want to dominate and control. So, I stay away from those ones."

"Oh..." Cynthia's eyes widened with her increasing curiosity.

"It's the guys at the top. The bosses, the CEOs, the university deans. They're the ones that like to be at the bottom. They come in so exhausted from having to give orders and be in control all the time, that they just can't wait to have a break for a while. I'm guessing they feel... liberated when they come to me. Sometimes they put some cheesy thing on their profile, "I like my women on top" or something, but you can't be sure just yet, you know. Some men just say so they can get a dominant escort that they then try to dominate, usually because they have some sort of vendetta against us. Some dominatrix hurt them and they want to get their revenge. Idiots, the whole bunch of them, if you ask me."

"So, you ask what they do for a living?" Cynthia asked.

"That's part of it. I also try to make them show me why they're not satisfied in their current marriage. And that's where you can really tell the dominant from the submissive. It's not the guys with domineering wives that like to be tied up. It's the other ones. The ones who can always get their wives to do whatever they want...." Stacy paused and looked at Cynthia intensely for a while like she was waiting for Cynthia to realize something.

"Like me?" Cynthia said finally. She gasped slowly as the dots were connected, as she was beginning to understand even more clearly what Andrew was doing.

"I didn't want to bring it up before," Stacy continued, "but instead of giving you more freedom and letting you show how strong you can be, your husband is looking for other women to straddle him. At his core, he's a cowardly bottom. He's too scared to give you control so he's looking for other women to ride him and tie him up."

Cynthia was staring at Stacy almost without blinking. All her limbs were still, all the pieces were falling into place.

"That's why I'm almost sure our plan will work. I know the kind of man your husband is," Stacy picked up the plate of crackers she had prepared, and joined Cynthia in the living room.