Present
"Sign here, please." "The man looks at the paper and then at me."
I am unfazed.
My hand is on the paper where it specifies what I accept and what not, apart from establishing my price and my privacy conditions.
Ten years ago I gave my virginity to an alcoholic. Although I would have liked my first experience to be under the moon, with love and delicacy, the reality is different. I believe that not all of us get what we think we deserve.
"Doesn't it work on my word?" The dark”haired, almond”eyed boy asks.
He is good looking. I don't understand why you seek my company even though you could get girls your age with a little lip service.
At twenty”eight, I evaluate the people around me without speaking to me. Attitudes scream what we are. How we walk and what we drink on a date, how we dress and how we comb our hair, how we smile and how we look at the person who is speaking to us.
The body speaks.
Sometimes the words do not say what we really feel.
They are not enough.
"Sweetheart, if I took everyone's word for it, I wouldn't get anywhere." Distrust is the basis of a good deal “ I declare.
It is the law of life. No matter how many friends or acquaintances we are of someone, when doing business the clarity of the terms will bring us peace.
The boy finishes signing everything and hands it to me. I verify that everything is in order.
"Let's go up."
I wear a black dress to my knees. My body is slim. I have, according to many, an athletic figure. Maybe because I work a lot, because of the gym or because of sex. Sex is the best physical and mental exercise there is.
We headed to the lobbyfrom the Cantabria hotel. I ask for the usual room. Working at this for so many years has given me security, one that I did not have when I was a simple waitress. I manage my time and my limitations are specified at all times. My footsteps sound on the tiles until we get to the elevator. I'm wearing four”inch heels. The young man, as I saw in the contract, is twenty”one years old. He watches me, flustered. His uneasiness makes me think that he has never been with a woman or that he has never paid one to be with her. We go into the elevator and I tap the third floor. As the doors open on the second floor, a man with an olive complexion and bushy eyebrows looks at me without being intimidated. I don't have sky blue hair like ten years ago and I'm not a virgin.
And Joshua is not there either.
His simple name, the memory of my younger brother, makes me want to die again as I so often wished.
"Good morning," says the man with a Spanish accent.
Maybe that's why her skin is so tan and different. His eyes are on me. Even when the elevator doors close, he doesn't look down.
I know that I am not easy to ignore and that I do not go unnoticed, it is clear to me. My eyes look like two drops of rainwater and my lips seem so fleshy injected. I always wear my favorite color on them: blood red. I avoid putting on makeup, unless the occasion warrants it, because in themselves my stars and my milk”white skin attract enough attention. My hair is already naturally dark and completely straight. The tips collide at the beginning of my buttocks.
I stay silent, even though my tongue is crazy to unravel.
The boy, my client, shifts his body weight from one foot to the other, nervous and fickle.
At last the doors open and we reach our destination.
I place the electronic key in the door reader and it immediately opens.
"Come on," I tell the boy.
I want to hit him. Standing there at the entrance to the room, he looks younger than he should. I raise my eyebrows in a gesture that comes almost automatically.
“Are you regretting? I hate when this happens. If so, you are on time. You still haven't told me how you like it or what you like. Since you are nervous, I think you have never been with a woman or have never paid to have sex. In either case, I inform you that it is undervalued.
"Ma'am ... I mean, miss ... I ..." The babbling amuses me.
The door is still open and I go ahead to close it.
I am not a supporter of the public in sex.
Just when I go to close it I see the same guy from the elevator standing in the front door. It is attractive and dark. His eyes travel my entire body in a fraction of seconds. My nipples stand on end and I discard my personal desire.
Will it be a policeman?
Although the concern of anyone who does what is wrong, according to society, is to be caught by those who do what is right, mine in particular is to fall in love with one of my clients.
That is why I force myself to enter into a contract.
I can't fall in love That is losing track of a promising future.
Or it wasn't made for me.
I bet more on the second.
I close the door and turn around.
"What will you do then, Michael?" You stay or go? The choice is yours. You won't even have to pay me for lost time. "I don't work for emotions." Actually, it is worth a couple of three that he decides to do it or not as long as my identity is kept low profile. It is my most important requirement.
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm sorry, miss." "The babbling again."
"Easy, these are things that happen." When you're ready, find me. You already know where to find me. I smile at him to reassure him.
He looks at me sadly.
He sighs and leaves the room. Close the door behind you.
I light a cigarette and take a drag.
What the fuck am I doing?
I no longer need this.
My life has taken a 180 degree turn. Despite being twenty”eight years old, my mind and heart seem to think that I am eighty. Not to know me. Rather now I really know myself, and I don't really like what I see.
I'm empty.
The sound of the door stops my cigarette on the second puff.
I don't wait for anyone. Also, I ordered that no one interrupt me. Right now he was supposed to give the fresh”out”of”adolescence a good blowjob.
I go to the door to see if the sound repeats itself.
Then I hear the touch again.
I put my wallet on the nightstand. I did not plan to stay long, I would enjoy the cigarette and I would leave when I finished.
It sure is the boy who repented. Maybe his answer was thought better.
I'm not happy, but at least I will charge for what I left my house in the first instance.
I open the door and am stunned to meet the Spanish guy in the elevator.
“Hello. You need something?
He watches me; there are tiny red lines in his eyes. They are bloodshot.
"I need you. Now" He takes the cigarette out of my fingers.
Dumbfounded, I can't articulate movement.
Survival will always be the main thing in a moment like this.
I didn't expect to hear that.
"But who the hell do you think you are?" I finally reacted and took the cigarette from him, throwing it on the floor. I twist my heel over the butt and disintegrate it.I'm sure my face right now is a poem. I was torn between kissing him or slamming the door in his face. His arrogant and confident attitude makes me fall into his net. I know it, and he knows it, as he smiles cheekily at me. He thinks they have laundry for me or maybe all the money is for me.He has no fucking idea who he's talking to."I have come to seek your services, of course." "The calm with which you say it impresses me." He leans against the wall and looks at me.His breath hits my nostrils; I can see the scent of whiskey right away.For the first time I feel self”conscious. It's like their eyes can see right through me.His damn calm bothers me. It is not exactly a question of asking me the time. If I have learned something over the years, it is that asking for
I hear the door click as it closes.Never in my life had my heart beat so fast.Devils! It's like being a fucking virgin again.Not even in my years of unintentional celibacy was I so expectant.My palms suddenly turned cold and my breathing disappeared for a few seconds.What's happening to me?“Take off your dress. He looks me in the eye.Although it is an order and I am used to being given them in the room and I following them, I don't know why I stare at him without doing anything.He has to assume that I am prepared to comply with what he says, but I can't even move.I cannot classify myself as shy, as I have done things that people in their forties cannot imagine doing, from sex tied up and with toys to shit with threesomes and orgies.I am not a saint nor am I interested in being one.The sins that I have committed have led me to be who I am regardless of who I lost along the way and the opport
16 years agoMy mother is arguing with Daniel again. I hear their screams throughout the house. I see my little brother in his crib; It hurts me that he hears those swear words. I go up to him and carry him for a while."Everything will be fine," I tell her, even though I'm scared. Mom never screams so much when she's arguing with Daniel.That scares me, but he told me to stay in the room watching over Joshua."Take care of your brother," she said before closing the bedroom door.We live in a two”level house. Sometimes I think it will collapse at any moment, maybe even while we sleep. The ladder creaks and the steps are no longer colored. We have lived here forever.Joshua starts crying and I try to calm him down. I'm not as good as Mom, but it doesn't turn out that bad either."Shhhh, it's just a few more minutes." Hang on
I try to focus on what I do in my day to day since my devil gave me the best orgasm of my life and then he slammed the door in my face. He left a thousand dollars on the bed. I feel, even days later, more used than normal. Knowing me how I do it, doing what I do, I have never been paid to have an orgasm.Just thinking about it and remembering that exact moment my legs fail me.I guess the preamble increased my frenzy and my enjoyment. Looking at him and not knowing his name, his body, the way he looked at me, as if he could taste me without touching me… Those actions made me feel stronger.I know.I think so."Miss," the woman behind the desk calls me, "you follow."I don't know why I decided to come to this interview. I don't feel like employing myself or relying on a nine”hour schedule, but I need to distract myself and get that dark”haired, hazel”eyed man off me. It bothers me to give importance to those who do no
7 years ago"Thea, come home." My little brother's voice scares me. A co”worker had passed the call to me.It's barely 3:15 p.m. My shift ends at 11:00 p.m.Joshua hasn't been feeling well lately. The headaches have increased and the fatigue has increased. He had to stop going to school a week ago."I'm coming out, Josh." I hang up and take off my apron.I don't mind losing a job for leaving before the appointed time. I don't care when it comes to my brother."Thea, where are you going?" "It's the manager of the bar."I turn around and say softly:"My brother is sick again." Sorry, Matt, I have to go."Let me know if you are coming tomorrow." If you don't, I must cover your shift.I nod and go.The bus ride was chaos. People getting off at each stop and I desperate for
Damn the day I decided to forget about my devil looking for a job at this stupid company.I feel like I'm going to throw up. Something in him, in his face, in the way he looked at me, made me think I knew him from something. The truth is that I had not seen it, not years ago and not for any type of business. However, he, Dominic Dosther, did see me. Now he does it as a murderer evaluates his prey."If you'll excuse me, I will end this interview." I squeeze the handle of the briefcase and hurry out of the office.I can't remember the last time I felt so embarrassed. I've never been used to asking anyone for help, maybe before my mother died. However, after taking care of Joshua, I tried never to need anyone.Only then, when I had no money to save him and my savings and salary had gone to drugs, was that when I looked for Morton Craig for the only time."Miss Michaels," I hear them calling, but I don't turn. I can't see that conceited face again.
6 years agoI run out of Dr. Ponce's office. He has been treating Joshua for a year. My brother has deteriorated a lot. The tears don't stop coming out. I can't believe Ponce's words, which still reverberate in my head like an emotionless echo."No more than three months."How can I lose my brother in three months?I stop at the emergency exit of the hospital. The sky is dark. Just like my life and my feelings right now.I let the tears out and my body falls limply to its knees against the concrete.I can't lose Joshua. However, I also have no money to extend his life and his time with me. Your chances of survival are not great. I need him to be by my side for more than three short and passing months.“It's okay? “She is a nurse. I guess I must look stupid and broke on the hospital sidewalk.
PresentI don't want to turn around and face the owner of my sleeplessness. He dominates my nightmares; It leaves me begging him for more, watching him go and not even being able to know his name. I have lost my essence and my little interest in clients. This time nothing worked with him. I repeat, I did not even find out his name that night.But what a pleasure it gave me. He touched my soul with his hands and his body.“My friend. Charles gets up from the bar stool.I see how you are heading towards him."Charles." —That Spanish accent goes up all over my body until it kills my neurons for the right thing.Now I just want to eat him, ride him like a woman and make him see that I am capable of giving him pleasure too."Let me introduce them."I look at nothing. I know I should get up now, but my hands start to sweat. My devil is clever enough to realize