Sunday, August 9, 2009

Saturday Night

Sunday, August 9, 2009
Some boundaries were crossed, and I'm not quite sure why I agreed to it.

It's not like the client was exceptionally attractive. Not to say she was a beast, but I've been with more attractive women here in Miami. Still, there was something about her -- the way she carried herself as I arrived at her home, with her straight posture and almost regal features.

She couldn't have been Hispanic. In fact, I'd say she was rather Irish looking. Long, black hair that almost reached down to her waist, along with what many call an "aristocratic" nose. Now before you start thinking I had sex with Anjelica Houston, let me state that wasn't the case.

(Anjelica, however, is one of my favorite actresses, just FYI.)

First off, I drank a bit more than I usually do. Like many (responsible) escorts, I normally limit myself to no more than two glasses of wine. This time around, it was three. Now for someone in their early twenties, this might seem inconsequential, but for me it is. Part of the reason I've been able to stay safe and successful in the business is that I take the proper precautions.

Upon reaching the bedroom, my standards really began to crumble. Things such as wrist restraints and blind folds are normally forbidden while I'm on the clock, but not last night. There I was, slightly drunk and restrained on the client's bed. She could have taken out an ice pick and murdered me like Catherine Trimell in Basic Instinct, but thankfully she didn't.

It seemed she enjoyed having me there captive -- at least I assume she did. When she bent down and grazed her breasts across my chest, I do believe I shuddered, at which point she giggled in return. Why is it that I can go from a professional sex worker to an adolescent boy at the drop of a hat?

Aside from a few scrapes and scratches from her nails, I managed to leave the two-hour booking unscathed. Earlier today Bailey noticed there was something amiss about me, and I admitted about what'd transpired the night before.

"So what, you like all that S&M stuff, don't you?" he said.

"Yeah, but that's not the point. Anymore I feel like my escorting life and my real life are beginning to bleed into one. That's bad news, man. Whenever that happens things usually go downhill, and fast."

"Well, you don't have to escort forever. I mean, the economy is in the shitter right now, but I'm sure you could still find something."

The thought had crossed my mind on more than one occasion. Unlike most of the girls at the agency -- not to mention my male peers, whether they service men or women -- I am in fact educated. Went to a good university. I'm supposed to have so many "options" at this age.

"It might be time for a break," I said. "The question is, am I really willing to give up the money and freedom?"

To that, Bailey had no answer. And truthfully, at this point, neither do I.

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