Holier Than Thou

            There was no hiding the fact that this guy had a family. A very Catholic family. There were cross stitched little proverbs on the wall and mismatched furniture in the living room. He wanted to have a bath with me. I told him I didn’t do that. He pushed it and I stood firm. My hair frizzes, and my makeup fades, and it’s just too messy. I thought I’d talked him out of it, but he brought me into the bathroom and started drawing a bath. Then he laid down all these towels on the floor. I understood not wanting to have sex in his wife’s bed, but I was not going to fuck him on the bathroom floor. Nope. I just kind of waited to see what is going to happen. He poured the bubbles, and climbed in. I think he wanted me to sit on the towels, but instead I put a towel on top of the toilet seat and sat on that. He mostly wanted to play with my boobs while he jerked himself off. I really didn’t know what to do with him so I just leaned in awkwardly trying to give him a HJ while he groped me. He kept trying to convince me to get in the bath with him. The stubborn person in me wouldn’t compromise, but I saw the wad of cash he paid me from and knew I’d be able to get more money out of him, and I was beginning to see past the weirdo to see that he was just a regular guy. In I went.

            Turns out this gentleman was a very naughty boy. He really got off on that whole cliché and I really enjoyed slapping the shit out of him. I did my best to play safe. I pinched his nipples hard enough to clearly demonstrate the green, yellow and red code was, and off we went. Some times I think I should become a Dom. I really enjoy it. But I think it would be dangerous. With a partner, maybe, but I don’t respect my clients enough any more to not get carried away. It’s vital that you deserve their trust. In the scene my client asked me if I would be his girlfriend.

            “No,” I scorned at him, “You’re not good enough to be my boyfriend and I don’t respect you.” And then I slapped him around some more.  My best friend used to work for a red neck dinner theatre company and she loved it. She said that you could insult the patrons as much as you wanted and they’d laugh thinking it was all part of your roll. There are so many parallels with our jobs.

            We eventually got out of the tub and dried off so we could move our activities to the bedroom. He brought me to orgasm and wanted to play some more in the tub, but my vagina was worn out.

            “What does that feel like?” He asked with sincere curiosity. I found it strange that he’d ask me this as he’d confessed that he was an ER doctor. He should know this, but alas, he was still a man.

            I had a hard time coming up with the words, “It kind of feels like a rash, kind of like a heat, kind of like wool on a really sensitive place.”

            Then he started telling me about the troubles he was having in his marriage and we had a really honest conversation. The two of them waited ‘til their wedding night. He expressed frustration with that and I tried to offer condolences.

            “I could never do it,” I told him.

            “Monogamy is the only way to go,” He said to me. He was completely serious.

            “Yeah? How’s that going for you?” Said the prostitute standing outside his child’s bedroom. At that moment I had lost all the respect he’d built up, and it was time for me to leave.