Julia Roberts, I'm not

I walked into this mans house last night and I was overwhelmed with a sense of Zen. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I had my own things to do during the day so I didn’t end up booking on until 11:30 at night with the agency. I didn’t think I’d get any hits, but I figured it didn’t hurt to try. My phone rang immediately and I was called to a gentleman’s house a few neighbourhoods away. Rather than taking the main roads, I thought it would be faster to just drive a straight line through the neighbourhoods. Of course I got all turned about, and when arrived I was a little frazzled. He also sounded weird on the phone, like he was stoned or something. I wasn’t too concerned about that, as dealing with clients and their drugs is not uncommon. I was a little more anxious than usual.

But like I said, when I walked through the door I was struck with such a feeling of calmness, it was like a gust of wind. It was clear that he wasn’t high, but had just woken up from a nap. He was shy, so I moved things along rather quickly. Some times they don’t want to talk, they just want me to do my job and leave. I didn’t get that feeling from him, but there was something that I couldn’t put my finger on. Because he made me feel so comfortable, I broke the rules and gave him the Girlfriend Experience. This means just what it sounds like, more touching, kissing, and a more intimate time. There was a lot of eye contact, and I took a risk. I looked at him and I said, “There’s something more that you want isn’t there.” He gave me a look that said I was right, and said, “What else could I possibly want?” I left it at that. We held each other for a while afterwards. It was the first time I’d ever cuddled with a  client. I wanted to fall asleep. It was like time had stopped. It was just nice. We talked and dozed for a while, then my time call came, and we continued to talk and doze.

When I started out I thought I’d have to make up this life (a third one, I guess) of answers to tell clients so they don’t know too much about me, but the lies would be too complicated. I lie about my age, my name, and where I live, but that’s about it. I’m as sincere as my clients are, and with sex already on the table, there is no hidden agenda. I gave a client a 45 minute massage the other day while we talked about love and heartbreak, and life and work and high school. We talked about everything. He was cute and young and lived in a penthouse. He asked me if I ever dated my clients. I told him no. He was the only guy who got under my skin. Perhaps I passed up my Pretty Woman life.