The stranger drove and we ended up at an expensive hotel, and he checked in. He was tall and really good looking which was weird. Why did he want to have sex with a prostitute? Maybe he wanted to try something that he was too scared to try with his girl friend.
We got into a double bedroom and as soon as he closed the door I sauntered towards him and I saw that he had an unsure look in his eyes. He looked very nervous, I touched him on his shoulders and I put my hand through his hair and I heard him suck in his breath.
Then he gripped my hands in both his, "Stop". I tilted my head to the side. He lead me towards the bed and he made me sit and he sat with a decent amount of space between us. "Mister you don't have to be afraid to tell me what it is you really want from me."
He cleared his throat, "what's your name?". I smiled slightly "Olivia." He smiled brightly "Mine is Lucas, how old are you Olivia?"
"I'm any age you want me to be."
Okay Lucas sighed, "What's your favourite colour?". "My favourite colour is the same as yours" I replied. "But you don't even know what my favourite colour is."
"That's the point" I responded. why did this guy make me feel so unnerved, I had to make it look as if I was fine.
I saw him search my eyes for something, "I'm sorry why did you bring me here for?." He looked at me calmly "don't worry I will pay you for every last minute of your time, I just want to get to know you."
This poor fool was one of those who thought they were different but at the end of the day all men where the same, he would eventually get what he came for and leave after that. Well what did I have to lose, I wouldn't work and this was easy money.
I got more on the bed and I reclined and I made myself comfortable. "what do you want to know?." He looked at me eagerly "anything you are willing to tell me"
"Well I guess we are going to be silent for the whole evening." I saw his mind turning, he looked up as if he had a question "Why are you a prostitute?"
"Its because I love having lots of sex with a lot of men, its so satisfying and fun." He looked so surprised, yet it was like he could see right through my answer. "Have you been a prostitute your whole life?"
"yes I have been" I responded. "How did you become one?" my heart started clenching at the though at how this had all started. I snapped out of my thoughts and I saw that he was looking at me, still waiting for an answer. "I just decided to be one" as I shrugged it off.
"Can we be friends?" he asked sincerely. "No" I replied, looking at this poor fool. Did he really think that him and I could be friends. He didn't even know half the world I lived in. The only friend I had was Khloe and that was it.
I decided to turn the questions on him instead "what do you do for a living?" He smiled at the question "I paint for a living and maybe someday you can come see the works I've done, you would love them"
I nodded in response "How old are you?" he replied" I am twenty four years of age."
"Really, don't you have any friends?" I looked at him. "I do" re replied. "Then if you do, what are you doing with a prostitute? shouldn't you be with your friends or be on date with some pretty model girl who you have probably drawn in one of those naked paintings."
He laughed "No Olivia, I don't do naked depictions and to answer your other question, I am in love with you."
"Wow you are really one of those delusional guys, how can you be in love with someone you just met for the first time."
He turned bright red "This isn't the first time I'm meeting you." I was taken aback "What do you mean?" He looked at me "You won't probably remember but you were going to the market and I bumped into you, and you just kept walking. Then I couldn't stop thinking about you and here I am."
"really" I dragged out the words. This guy was really a sad soul. He thought he loved me, after a bump in. All you had to do was show them your true colours and they would vanish in an instant.
"Olivia let me take you on a date, and prove to you that I love you."
"A date, you say?"
"Yes" he responded quickly.
"Well you are going to have to pay me double then for my precious time."
He smiled brightly "Yes, of course"
I turned to him "You have yourself a deal"
The stranger drove and we ended up at an expensive hotel, and he checked in. He was tall and really good looking which was weird. Why did he want to have sex with a prostitute? Maybe he wanted to try something that he was too scared to try with his girl friend.
We got into a double bedroom and as soon as he closed the door I sauntered towards him and I saw that he had an unsure look in his eyes. He looked very nervous, I touched him on his shoulders and I put my hand through his hair and I heard him suck in his breath.
Then he gripped my hands in both his, "Stop". I tilted my head to the side. He lead me towards the bed and he made me sit and he sat with a decent amount of space between us. "Mister you don't have to be afraid to tell me what it is you really want from me."
He cleared his throat, "what's your name?". I smiled slightly "Olivia." He smiled brightly "Mine is Lucas, how old are you Olivia?"
"I'm any age you want me to be."
Okay Lucas sighed, "What's your favourite colour?". "My favourite colour is the same as yours" I replied. "But you don't even know what my favourite colour is."
"That's the point" I responded. why did this guy make me feel so unnerved, I had to make it look as if I was fine.
I saw him search my eyes for something, "I'm sorry why did you bring me here for?." He looked at me calmly "don't worry I will pay you for every last minute of your time, I just want to get to know you."
This poor fool was one of those who thought they were different but at the end of the day all men where the same, he would eventually get what he came for and leave after that. Well what did I have to lose, I wouldn't work and this was easy money.
I got more on the bed and I reclined and I made myself comfortable. "what do you want to know?." He looked at me eagerly "anything you are willing to tell me"
"Well I guess we are going to be silent for the whole evening." I saw his mind turning, he looked up as if he had a question "Why are you a prostitute?"
"Its because I love having lots of sex with a lot of men, its so satisfying and fun." He looked so surprised, yet it was like he could see right through my answer. "Have you been a prostitute your whole life?"
"yes I have been" I responded. "How did you become one?" my heart started clenching at the though at how this had all started. I snapped out of my thoughts and I saw that he was looking at me, still waiting for an answer. "I just decided to be one" as I shrugged it off.
"Can we be friends?" he asked sincerely. "No" I replied, looking at this poor fool. Did he really think that him and I could be friends. He didn't even know half the world I lived in. The only friend I had was Khloe and that was it.
I decided to turn the questions on him instead "what do you do for a living?" He smiled at the question "I paint for a living and maybe someday you can come see the works I've done, you would love them"
I nodded in response "How old are you?" he replied" I am twenty four years of age."
"Really, don't you have any friends?" I looked at him. "I do" re replied. "Then if you do, what are you doing with a prostitute? shouldn't you be with your friends or be on date with some pretty model girl who you have probably drawn in one of those naked paintings."
He laughed "No Olivia, I don't do naked depictions and to answer your other question, I am in love with you."
"Wow you are really one of those delusional guys, how can you be in love with someone you just met for the first time."
He turned bright red "This isn't the first time I'm meeting you." I was taken aback "What do you mean?" He looked at me "You won't probably remember but you were going to the market and I bumped into you, and you just kept walking. Then I couldn't stop thinking about you and here I am."
"really" I dragged out the words. This guy was really a sad soul. He thought he loved me, after a bump in. All you had to do was show them your true colours and they would vanish in an instant.
"Olivia let me take you on a date, and prove to you that I love you."
"A date, you say?"
"Yes" he responded quickly.
"Well you are going to have to pay me double then for my precious time."
He smiled brightly "Yes, of course"
I turned to him "You have yourself a deal"
