Three Shots He Had…Part II

Two days had passed since my meeting with L. Means that a ‘business day’ had come. Honestly I really didn’t know how it’s going to be with him. If with other clients I could understand at once how they would behave, in this case I really didn’t know what to expect. I percepted him as a guy, who’s always in a rush, and maybe that’s why it was hard for me to figure out what he was like in THAT sense. So while I was preparing to our meeting I remained in a total ignorance. My client was living nearby, so we decided that I’m gonna come to his place.

At 8 PM I was there. L lived in one of my favorite areas of Rome in a small, but pretty nice and cosy apartment. What I noticed at once was that today he was totally different, not like at our previous meeting. He was much calmer, he was…much more friendly, he was not in a rush and yes, this time he had different glasses – for reading. It made him look different as well. And to tell the truth I liked that so called…’tuning’.

He offered me to have a sit and told me that he bought some beer for me. Hmm…even if he didn’t buy it specially for me, the fact that he just told it was sweet. So we were drinking beer, sitting in his living room and chatting. As usual at the beginning it’s kind of a phase of ‘breaking the eyes’. I saw that he was trying to make me feel with him as much comfortable as it was possible and I was doing the same from my side. L was a pretty talkative guy, so we didn’t have problems about the topics of our conversation. After 20 miutes, I found out pretty many details about his life. But to my surprise listening to him was not annoying, it was interesting actually. Then we switched to music subject (as I’m a musician it was my WEAKEST point) and…and suddenly I had seen in his personality something new. Something that I didn’t know he had. He was as crazy about music as me. He had a really good taste. And he was one of those few people who could introduce me to something new and qualitative. I need to confirm that at that point he really impressed me, didn’t expect. And there was also one thing…suddenly I’ve got a feeling that he reminded me of somebody. But still I couldn’t understand who. “Ok, I will remember later” I thought…

So meanwhile we continued talking about music. Yes, we connected mentally pretty well, but still there was some barrier on a physical level. We still were sitting on the different sides of the sofa. I didn’t do anything on purpose, no first steps from my side. I was really interested to see how he was going to approach me. So I just was sitting and observing. L decided to show me some music video that he liked. And it was a very good strategy. Because to see this video I had to move closer to him to see the monitor of his laptop which he had on his knees. So of course I moved closer. Aaaand…first contact! Our shoulders finally touched each other! Yeeeeey! We did it! Slowly but confidently we were progressing. Sincerely I don’t remember any client with who it took me ONE HOUR just to get touched with shoulders! But I don’t complain. I liked this kinda ‘gentlemanness’ he had. And of course my cigarette…My cigarette was ALWAYS lighted by him only.

It turned out that L was a guy with a good sense of humor. He made me laugh a lot. And of course as every woman I liked it. There was also new thing that I noticed in him – my client was pretty charismatic. He had this special charm which not every man had. And suddenly I understood. I finally understood who he was reminding me of – the man who was my first, longest, the most painful and of course unrequited love. For some seconds I dipped into the memories of that 7-year period of my life, when I was a teenager and when I was very far from Italy. I was looking at L and couldn’t believe to my eyes. I didn’t think that such things were possible. How come I didn’t notice that before! Similar dressing style. Similar hair color. Similar height. Similar manners, expressivity, sense of humor, love to music and…this special charm. This special charm that I was crazy about when I was a child. That case in my past left a very deep mark upon my personality and upon my life.  Of course that feeling to that person had passed, but after that subconsciously in every man I met I was always trying to find the features of that person who made me have the strongest and the most beautiful feeling in my life…And now in front of my eyes was a man who had ALL those features which I was always searching for. And he…was my client.

For a second I felt a fear. Fear that those feelings could come back to me and I will suffer again. But then I thought: “C’mon, girl, you’re a pleasureseller, you’re not that child anymore, you’re stronger! So get all this damn bullshit out of your head and at least once in your life enjoy your client in a full 100%-way and get your money for that!” And actually it worked. I felt much better. And after a 1-minute trip along my memories I came back to my charismatic 39-year old client and fearlessly just enjoyed the fact that he obviously was attracted to me and I was attracted to him.

So finally after 2 HOURS of just talking and laughing we became closer physically. More body contact, more familiarity, more comfort with each other…and finally he kissed me. I felt some kind of hunger in his kiss. I didn’t know if he was a single man or not, but he kissed like somebody who was hungry for a physical pleasure – in a decisive and intensive way. I couldn’t understand at once if I liked it or not. I responded his impulses of course, and I saw that the more I responded the stronger his hunger was becoming. It made me feel some kind of power that I never felt before with a man. And I liked that feeling…

Finally we moved to the bad. Of course I started from oral sex. To tell the truth I heard pretty many times that I’m good in blowjobs, but the reaction of L was the most expressive reaction I have ever seen. He was just getting crazy. He didn’t control his body anymore. His body was controlling him. And for me…for me it was interesting. Interesting to look at him, while I was touching him, look into those wild eyes that were begging for more, feel his greedy kisses on my lips and his greedy strong hands all over my body. I had a feeling like he was trying to absorb me with all the excitement he had inside. His movements were a little bit rough and impatient. One second he was kissing me, the other second he wanted to feel my lips on his dick, the next second he wanted to kiss my breast. I think that if he had 6 hands instead of 2, and 3 mouthes instead of 1, he would capture ALL of my body and just wouldn’t let it go. We continued like this until he came. It was a strong and really long orgasm. When I was watching him during that moment, it was like something miraculous for me, because I didn’t see anything like this before. He’s body couldn’t stop shaking and he was somewhere very-very far from me. To tell the truth I was really proud of myself. If I made a man feel something like this, then I must be really not bad in bed. I think that with this man I had the most intensive oral sex ever. After all those positions that we were having that night, which I think even Kamasutra doesn’t know, I had got reaaaally tired. Damn, this guy destroyed me. But still I was excited. I still wanted to feel this man inside of me, but…BUT everything finished just with a blowjob and didn’t go further, to my regret. I felt like a child who didn’t get her candy. I damn wanted him! But what could I do? L was the one whose desires I was fulfilling that evening, not me…

So finally we dressed up and moved back to the living room. L still was in a condition of his euphoria. His face was literally shining and he was repeating ‘thank you’ constantly. And believe me, I don’t say it to show how cool I am. I write about what was really happening. After all I was very glad that my service made my client so happy. So we smoked a little bit more, talked for some more and time had come to say ‘good bye’. And here the most interesting part starts.

He tells me: “Ok, now I have to give you your gift. How would you like me to give it to you?” Hmmm…interesting question. “Give it to me in a way, in which I wouldn’t feel that I’m getting money for sex. Try to disguise it” I answered, wondering, what he’s gonna invent to satisfy my request. “Ok” he said, “then, let’s do like this – your gift is somewhere in this room. You will have to find it by yourself. And I will help you to find it, saying ‘cold’ or ‘hot’, depending how far or close you will be.” This offer really made me laugh. Again. I admit – it was original.

So ok, the game started. I stand in the middle of the living room aaaaand make my move on my left. “Mmm…cold, very cold” he said. I moved in the direction of the sofa. “Oooh…biiiiig-biiig river” he said disapprovingly. I hardly restrained myself not to burst into laugh. It was damn hilarious! I did move on the right and…”Aaah…small river”, I moved on a right some more – “Aaahh…small hot river.” Aaaaarrrrrhhh…he’s unbelievable! I touched the table and suddenly he said “Oh yes, it’s becoming hot here, I see the fire everywhere!!” And finally I found my ‘gift’ lying on the table under some books. Got it! Yeeeeey!!! I must say that if my first client gave me the money in the most tactful way, then L gave me the money in the most original and funny way.

After our game I was going to leave, but L stopped me saying his ‘thank you’ again, then he took my hand, raised it up and said loudly: “Today for you were playing X and L. Thank you, thank you guys!” “We love you!” I shouted catching L’s game at once. We bowed for our imaginary audience after our…let’s say ‘rock-concert’ then he made me turn my back to the other side and bow to the other part of the ‘audience’. “C’mon we have to bow to everybody, otherwise it’s not polite” he said very seriosly, so of course we bowed to everybody and said our ‘we love you, guys!’ again. The thing is that we were catching each other. I could catch him and he could catch me in all these kinds of our jokes. It was like…like we were reading each other.

But I had to leave. I enjoyed the time spent with L really much. Honestly I didn’t want to leave. But of course I had to. So I said “Good bye”. He said “Thank you” again and I went away with a sincere smile on my face. But as soon as I went out of his house to my surprise, my smile changed to tears. Why? Becuase it was too good. Because he had everything I was looking for all the time, because he reminded me of…

The tears kept coursing down my cheeks and I was thinking: “Interesting, such kind of a man…who can he fall in love with? Who does he spend his nights with? Who can make him get crazy? Who can make him feel that something strong? Who?! Who is that woman?! What is she like?!” I was crazy about all these thoughts. They were cutting me from inside and then I told to myself: “No, don’t even think, X. It can be any woman, but not you. You’re a pleasureseller, nothing more. Men need you only for pleasure and he needed you for pleasure as well, no matter how polite and nice he was with you. He can’t see your personality, he can’t see who you really are even if you show it. First of all you’re an instrument of pleasure. So just be grateful for the moment and forget.”

I forgot…for the sake of myself. I forgot him as a man and remembered him as a client. And actually I managed to do it. And it was right.

He could not see who I really am. What did he see? God only knows…


Three Shots He Had…Part I

When I chat with my clients through email, I tell them that first of all I would like to meet in some crowded place just to talk and to know each other a little bit (so called interview), I send them my photos and ask them to send me their photos as well (it helps me to understand at once if I should make an interview with him or no, in my job I MUST BE ATTRACTED to the man at least a little bit; without this attraction it will not work). Of course not all of them can do it. Many of my clients care about their privacy and actually I understand them in this case, but, anyway, if some of them can send me a picture it eases my working process really much.

So I’ve got that letter with an attached photo. And as always I was very skeptical, ’cause I got used to the fact, that most of my clients usually attract me just A LITTLE BIT but never 100%.  I was kinda…’Ok, another man, who I will have to like.’ But in this case to my big surprise I look at the photo and shit! He’s damn hot! I was looking at the picture and tried to understand why the hell he needed to pay for sex. I couldn’t see that man there in all his height, but what I saw was enough to make me feel a pretty strong desire to meet him – these broad shoulders, this typical for italian men dark-greish hair (one of my weaknesses), this manly forehead with a stubble (aaahh…again my weakness!), this confident and a little bit brutal expression of his face and these dark-dark glasses. Mmmmm…Veeery interesting exhibit. I didn’t have something like this before. So I accepted his offer to meet…for a coffee of course.

This day was a really busy day for me. Many people were calling me, I was running from one interview to another, making appointments for the next week and bla-bla. So when I was having one of my interviews, my phone started ringing like crazy. It was a number that I didn’t know. “Ok” I thought “I will call back later.” I didn’t want to respond as I was at the interview and despite the fact that I’m a pleasureseller who deals with a lot of men, anyway when I’m with my client, it means that at that moment I’m concentrated on him only, and nobody else. So I just put my phone on ‘vibration’ and sent everybody to hell while I was busy. But still I felt through my bag that my phone was vibrating and vibrating…vibrating and damn vibrating! Shit! Who’s so damn impatient there?! I was very angry. This damn persistent somebody distracted me so much! And this time I didn’t respond not even becuase I was busy, but to take my revenge for distracting me all this time. If a person keeps calling me like this, means that it’s some kinda, don’t know, extra-horny maniac, who just can’t stand anymore!

Ok, I finished my interview and was on my way home, my phone still was ringing. I still didn’t respond. So I came home, started checking my email and again it rings and rings…”Ok-ok-ok, you won, damn Italian bastard, or whoever you are! I’m gonna respond, because you will never leave me alone!”

“Pronto” I finally answer. And the first thing I hear on the other side of the phone is “BELLISSIMA!” Hmmm…to tell the truth didn’t expect such a respond. And somehow it took all of my anger away. This BELLISSIMA-thing even made me embarrassed a little bit and I didn’t know what to answer (ahh…I’m such a typical woman). I was like…’Eeee…grazie, ma chi sei?’ And at once I heard fast Italian babbling in respond. In that period I was hardly speaking Italian. So I didn’t understand almost ANYTHING what he was telling me. “Scusa, ma non parlo italiano bene” I said as usual. And then he told me suddenly “Ah, you prefer English? Ok” Mmm…even like this? “Yes, I prefer English. PLEASE!!!”

So after some minutes of conversation with this persistent bilingual client, it turned out that it was him on that damn photo. And I was really surprised when I found it out. Because as my experience shows attractive men usually are not that persistent like this one. It made my curiosity about him even stronger. What? What is the trick??? Aaaarrrrhhh… Of course I didn’t let him feel my strong curiosity about meeting him and excitement about his picture, I was just calm and friendly as I am always with my clients. And after all we arranged the time for the interview. Over the phone he seemed pretty nice. On the question “How old are you?” he answered “35.” Perfect! Even not that old. So in next couple of hours my curiosity had to be satisfied eventually.

Time has come. I’m at the meeting point. As usual I was not nervous. I was just standing there full of my curiosity. And finally he comes. He was different from the picture I saw. Not better, not worse. Just different. And also he seemed to me a little bit older than 35. Tall – good. Clothes style – approved. Hair – just like on the photo. But eyes…coudn’t see his eyes. They were hidden behind those dark-dark glasses. The most important part I still couldn’t see…

Ok, we went to a bar nearby to have some drink. “You’re different from your picture” he said. Hmm…what does it mean? Is he trying to say that I’m worse than he expected?! “In what way? Better or worse?” I asked a little bit aggressively. “Not better, not worse. Just different” What the hell does it mean? Ok…let’s go further. This man looked like a person who’s always in a hurry. He was sitting there on a chair in front of me, but I had a feeling that the next moment he will rush off and keep running somewhere else. I could feel it from his gestures, from the movements of his head. Even from the manner he talked. But anyway the conversation with him was pretty easy. He was an easygoing guy. His name was L. His behavior was enough polite and enough confident, even despite the fact that he seemed ‘always-in-a-rush’ person. “So why didn’t you respond my calls for such a long time?” Of course he asked me this question. “I forgot my phone at home, sorry, I didn’t see that you called me” I lied don’t even know why…”Yeah, but one of my calls was refused” shit, why the hell does he care about it that much?! “Well maybe it was my flatmate, who refused it. You were ringing pretty many times and my ringtone is pretty loud and annoying” I lied again. And this really obvious lie eventually made him take his glasses off and show me his eyes which were looking at me in a reproachable way. Finally. Now I can see everything. Well…normal eyes, nothing special. Of course he didn’t believe in my stupid lie, but actually I didn’t care. The purpose of our meeting was not the making of excuses of missed calls. Anyway, I was not the only one who was telling lies there. He confessed that he’s age was not 35, but 39. Actually I understood it as soon as I saw him.  But these simple numbers didn’t make me more or less attracted to him. Honestly I still don’t understand what was the point to lie about a miserable 4-year difference…

Anyway, we continued talking. As usual general stuff. Jobs, occupations and bla-bla. Did he attract me physically? Yes, he did. More than other clients. But nothing more. Aaa, actually there was one thing that I liked about L – everytime when I tried to light my cigarette by myself, he was pushing my hand away and was lighting my cigarette with HIS lighter and HIS hand only. All the times that I was smoking during our meeting, he never let me light the cigarette by myself. I could feel some kind of masculinity and domination in this kind of behavior. And I liked it, yes. It was the only thing. With all the rest he seemed like a normal adequate guy, not a freak. But there was nothing special that really could catch me. And actually he didn’t have to catch me. He’s just the one who asked for a service, that’s all. So finally I saw everything I needed. After all my conclusion was: Well…another client; the only bonus is that he attracts me physically and yes, the way he lights my cigarette; in all the rest as usual, just a man. We agreed to meet after a couple of days and I went home without any trace of my initial curiosity…

To be continued