Honey
The sweetest thing you could know. Her beauty is her weapon and she will use it to get what she wants at all costs. Unfortunately, she's not sure what she wants. But she has no problem going through anyone to find out.
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Standing in the mirror I adjust my freshly curled hair and tuck the right side behind my ear. I clear my throat and check my phone to see if he texted me. I see a text from him letting me know he was on his way up. I hurriedly put lip gloss on and adjusted my lingerie. I turn off the bathroom light and rush to the bed and sit down. I grab the bucket of champagne and pop the bottle off the champagne and pour two glasses. I sit on the clean hotel bed sheets and sip my champagne. I cross my legs and try to look relaxed.
Dear God, keep me safe. I pray in a soft voice to myself. As soon as my prayer finished a knock on the door came.
"It's open" I announced and he comes into the room. I smile at him and he looks at me like he wanted to devour me.
"Wow your description and pictures don't do you justice. You are gorgeous!" He complimented me looking stunned. I look him in the eyes and give him my seductive face.
"Would you like some champagne? What would you like to be called?" I ask him standing up and grabbing the other glass of champagne and handing it to him.
"Umm thanks.. you can call me Steven." He said telling me his name. I drank the rest of the champagne and sat my glass down. He stared at the champagne and looked at it unsure. He probably thought I was trying to drug him.
"No drugs, see.." I say grabbing his glass and taking a sip. I hand him back the lip gloss stained glass and he took a sip himself. I take a look at the tall fit white guy before me. He was well groomed and wealthy but he wasn't attractive to me. I guess he doesn't have to be for me to make my money.
"What do you want baby?" I ask him looking up at him. He looked down at me nervously biting his lip. I ask clients that first before I do anything. That way I know exactly why the came to me. He was speechless and kept staring at me. This had to be the first time he's met a girl like me or done something like this before. For him to actually show up I knew he was determined to get what he wanted. But he looked unsure.
"I-I just wanna sit down for a minute." He sat on the bed and I sat beside him but not too close. I turned towards him and sat Indian style on the bed.
"You're nervous about this aren't you?" I asked him. He blew out a shaky breath and shrugged. He gulped down his champagne. He sat the glass down and wiped his mouth.
"I'm married and I love my wife. She gives me everything except what I need." He starts venting and I sit my glass on the side table. I move to a position on my knees behind him and began rubbing his shoulders. He tensed up at first touch, but then he relaxed.
"You don't have to pay for sex. You can pay for my silence." I suggest and he shakes his head. Some men just want to vent not have sex. Those were the best clients in my opinion.
"We got married and we were so happy. We had everything house, love, sex and all we wanted was a baby. But she got uterine cancer and then we couldn't have a baby..." He stopped talking and I could tell he was getting emotional. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him from the back. I held him and stayed silent waiting on him to finish.
What I learned in my line of work is that men liked to be listened to. They want you to be quiet and hear them. Not give your opinion and tell them your experiences or give advice. But they do need guidance to be able to vent. Like a prompt in English class helps you to write about a subject you never thought of.
"What happened to your marriage after all that?" I ask him while swiftly moving and getting on my knees in front of him. He needed a release. I start to unbutton his shirt and he relaxed even more.
"She started pulling away. She never wanted to leave the house. She didn't wanna talk or be around anybody. And she didn't want me to touch her at all. And I just couldn't understand why she was treating me like I was the bad guy. I was there through everything!!" I start rubbing his legs as he talked. He started to get aroused I saw from the bludge in his pants. Once I start rubbing it he started to get silent.
"I can give you what you need. That way you can give her what she needs. It doesn't mean you love her any less." I say unbuckling his pants. He slowly started to relax and he let me remove his pants and then his underwear. I was surprised to see that his manhood was larger than the average man. I push him back slowly and I climbed on top of him.
"I love my wife.. I really do." He stated right as I slid down onto him. He was still trying to convince himself he wasn't wrong.
"Shhh just let me take care of you." I whisper and began riding him. I gave him exactly what he needed. He let himself go completely under my grip.
One Hour Later
My line of work is not for the weak. Giving yourself and your energy to multiple people multiple times a day can be exhausting. Your mind and spirit can be overtaken by the things that you experience. I on the other hand thrive in this business. My emotional and mental stability rely on whether I achieve the goals I set for myself. Not on my emotions or relationships.
"Thank you for a good time. I appreciate you." He said walking out of the bathroom tying his tie. I smile up at him and then look back at my phone and began scrolling through social media.
"Your money is here. I'll be seeing you soon." He says and I don't look up from my phone. Once I hear the door close I get up and count up my money. I made a whole band just today and I can't help but smile.
After counting up my money I lock the door and take off all my clothes. I take off my wig and start up the jacuzzi, pouring in bubble bath. I look at myself in the mirror in all my naked glory and step closer. I smile to examine my teeth and see that they are as perfect as they were ever before. I crack my neck and get into the tub of hot water. This is where I become myself.
