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This is the responsibility of the hooker: to attend to a client's private parts, which are more than the sum of his genitals. The sex worker invites you to love them or hate them. You can leave confused if you fall for either one. The physical education teacher from Victoria said to Samantha, 'You're going to think this is crazy, but I like doing it with my clothes on.' It was a fetish and his way of avoiding intimacy. It also reminded him of his dry root days when he first started dating, and he wanted to maintain this excitement from the past. Without pieces of cloth or lace wrapped around the other party, there was no variety to the sexual act and it turned him off. 'You should get into crotchless knickers and lingerie, sweetie,' Samantha said. At any rate, her panties got a good workout, as he was content to rub himself off on her for the full fifty minutes. He came inside his trousers with no jocks on in the end. She noticed that he put his jocks into his pocket and didn't shower. Sharlena said, 'That's taking the idea of safe sex to new extremes!'
Meanwhile the guy with cerebral palsy lost his virginity, but as soon as he did he went limp. When I asked what happened, he said, 'No offence, Roxanne, but it's just not the same when I'm not in love with you.' 'I understand.' He continued, 'I don't know if you'd consider this, and I suppose guys ask you out all the time.' 'Yes. Go ahead.' 'What time do you finish work? Perhaps we could go to a movie?' I smiled. 'If I'd met you outside work, I'd love to go to a movie, but the girls are not meant to date clients and I would get into trouble if I started doing that.' Of course I was lying, but the pursuit of my company outside a working environment was relentless. I just ended up telling all the guys to leave their phone numbers at reception, which they rarely did. But some actually did and made fools of themselves. The receptionist said, 'what do we want this for? You take our card. We don't take yours!, Anything in the pursuit of the grand free fuck, 'cause it was so easy here. But that wasn't enough because he still had to give something. It would be even easier, if you didn't have to pay for it each time and there were no strings attached like love. Oh yes, there was one string attached and that was since you were providing him with free sex, you wouldn't be allowed to fuck any other man. Of course you would have to leave your job for the man who offered nothing, yet again. As usual you got the arse end of the deal. Then he said, 'Perhaps I should have bought you a box of chocolates.' I said, 'I'm on a diet. Thank you. Cash up front is far better.'
My next client for the evening was the lovely shy Canadian, who talked all about Alberta. He was sitting in an armchair in the corner with his beard and glasses, hiding behind a newspaper. None of the girls were approaching him. His skin was silky soft and he had golden blonde hair and large grey blue eyes. He was a gorgeous man. He talked about how the roads were so incompatible with wild animals in North America. The deer get hit a lot during daylight and gazelles are used to going into bushes to take cover, so when they are confronted with a passing car they'll jump straight under it. He looked at her briefly and blushed. 'Oh, I shouldn't be talking about all these animals.' 'I know what you mean,' I said, 'I picked up an injured possum once.' The lonely Canadian was content to have me lie beside him and stroke his cheeks. I knew that he was slowly falling into my eyes. I dared not blink in order to check the time. I was pleased that the girls in reception weren't playing love songs or this bloke would be swooning. At the end of the booking he said, 'You make me feel special.' 'You are special,' I said. On the way out he said to the receptionist, 'She was great.' He walked away happy and I blessed him for it. Any longer or shorter and the story might have been different. I had it all timed down to those perfect minutes and seconds. I wanted an ongoing relationship with the client. I liked my regulars. Jackie liked seeing the tail end of them, whereas I often felt sad when a good client left. But I did have my limits. |
