Freedom ( Through The Eyes of a Sex Worker)

The smell of his macy store bought cologne seem to overpower his grey polyester made suit.

I held my breath as I felt his sweaty hands aggressively cup my ass. A small chuckle slipped from his lips as I felt hands touch my neck and slide slowly down my back.

His breathe smelled like he consumed large amounts of alcohol. He leaned in letting his lips touch my earlobe and said " I've been dreaming of touching this pussy , I couldn't wait get my hands on you" his grouping began to get more aggressive. I felt something hard rub against my lower back.

Tears fell from my eyes but I quickly wiped them away.
I was quickly turned around and pushed against the bed.
I felt my body tremble in disgust as I tried not keep any eye contact. " LOOK AT ME" he barked which caused me to snap my attention back to him.

He stood in between his legs and began to undo his pants . Pulling down his pants showed what looked like it was supposed to be white but was now yellow underwear.

I felt my eyes burning as tears began to form again. Feeling his hands rub against my thinly made lace thong.
I began to think of times when I use to get up early in the am and sneak to the beach and watch the ocean waters crash against the rocks. I tuned out his talking and closed my eyes as I felt his heavy body on top of mines. Though i felt these things physically... mentally and emotional I was no longer there.