HEART OF A MALE ESCORT

I jumped into the shower to scrub off all the perfume and makeup off of my body. One thing about these women is that most of them cake their faces with makeup. I get it that they're older, and they want to look and feel beautiful, but shit is that much necessary? And don't get me started on the plastic surgery. It takes a lot from me not to cringe from the pulled skin on their faces. The one I had tonight is such a client. I walked up to her offering her a drink when she was in the midst of talking to the other high profile plastic ladies on how wonderful her plastic surgeon is and that she has seen him eight times. Fucking eight times! We arrived back at her hotel room and I leaned against the wall watching her seductively. I licked my lips and told her to remove her clothes. When she removed her clothes for me, I immediately knew what he worked on, but I didn't tell her that. I rubbed my hand over my package to bring it to life as I complimented her on how gorgeous her body is, making her confidence triple and proud. But deep down I found her gross. Her breasts were fake just like the rest of her. I shook my head to get that image out of my head.