Today I woke up in bed for a client. Give Me a name, at least, give an initial A. He deserves to rescue you from ordinary customers. To begin with he was not fooling anyone with me, no one except himself, of course. But that is the noblest form of deception. A repeat customer is a lot, and which leaves me a fortune in the beginning of each month, when he has money. It is a methodical man, aside from your paycheck you need for mortgage, to eat and live in general, and what's left over, which is not enough, he spends it in me and in a collection that is very curious , I can not give him away specify risk, because I do not think there are many people who collect what this man collects. In any case, has the character meticulous, patient and careful collector, which is perhaps what interests me to tell. The guy is unattractive, timid, those in which I do not notice when walking down the street, not even a particularly nasty, none of his features would settle in my memory or even sit in front of me every afternoon on the bus that takes me to the apartment where I usually work. Until recently, he lived with his mother, a sick and handicapped are caring for years. Maybe that's why it remained a bachelor, who knows, in any case, the physical A could never have married a beautiful woman like that he likes. His house is a place where time stopped long ago, and where each object looks like a memory of someone who will not return. They spent one night each month since the mother died A.
to pay me to spend the whole night with him is enough money, and the truth that I prefer, because I find much easier to do several jobs in one night, mostly to make ends meet, when the johns charged and go to spend it with a heater impressive all week and are planning their night of sex, and have had time to simulate in his mind all the new fantasies that they will perform. Those days do not give me a break, so I prefer to retain customers give me a day what otherwise would gain at the expense of the thirsty johns vent end of the month. A love like me, has a romantic spot that inspires me I'm not sure if pain or tenderness, and strives to distinguish from ordinary customers. Do not want me to look like a john more and somewhat unresponsive john the common pattern: I always call me, my company is more interested than sex, I worry about not being bored or uncomfortable or uneasy, and is not a whore I feel when you are with him, wants us friends, but it is inevitable that I feel a whore, I charge a fortune, I will never discount or gift you a single minute more (and he asks me to give anything outside the terms of our agreement) and the truth is would never go anywhere with him if not for the money. It's sad, but true.
When I come home always brings a suit and asks me to put a fancy dress. He lets me dress, help me to dress, is one of the things that excite him. Then I used an elaborate dinner that he prepared, is good at cooking and stretches a lot, buying premium products. The two had dinner, we took a good wine and then we usually watch a movie together. She asks me to bring me the movies I bought the watch and then he'd pay them and keeps them. I love that we lay on a couch and see the movie embraced. After the movie we go to sleep, we talked a bit in bed and asks me to undress. It is a while caressing the body, with eyes of fascination, and then asks you to hug to sleep. Always takes a very powerful sleeping pill at night I go, it says if not, do not sleep, it is quite sleepless, and in fact, what he likes best of all we do is sleep in my arms, embraced. I did not hit my eyes all night, something that causes me some anxiety in this: the simulation of intimacy between couples, much less than it costs me a stranger fuck me to sleep with him or take her a lifetime together. In fact depresses me so much this poor man ... but I guess I give her monthly dose of happiness.
When I awake, still half asleep under the effect of the pill. He struggles out of recklessness that leaves him. I take my leave and he asks for a kiss. He knows that in the mouth I'm not going to give, but it just a kiss on the forehead looks at me with eyes of great sadness as I go. This is for customers who hurt me in a moral sense, it actually pays to be able to love and be loved, not for sex, and that is much more difficult to give. Do not put the pussy, but a bit of soul.
Sometimes we get paid for feigning love and affection. I know that if I did, A look at another bitch to give him that. It's part of our work that are necessary skills as an actress. When I came home I was thinking in his role, that of a bride, a woman who is bored with her husband quietly, watching a movie ... The two were acting, he and I, to create the image of a royal couple, whose gestures and their mutual relations are shaped by time. I wonder if I may ever be there, happily bored, lying on a sofa, hugging someone while away the time left before the TV, without any anxiety, without the anxiety of thinking you're missing something.
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