The Shadows of Confession: A Tale of Secrets Unveiled

"We're done here," Robert adjusted himself back into his trousers as Salem pulled her skirt down over her bare, deep olive thighs. She squirmed a little, feeling the discomfort of excess moisture between her legs as she sat down and waited to be paid for her time. He pulled out a large stack of hundreds from the top drawer of his desk and counted through the cash in his hands, then handed it over to her without once looking up to meet her eyes. "You know your way out by now, right?" "Yeah." She nodded as her hand slid the hundreds into her bra cup. "I'll figure it out at least," she muttered under her breath as she swerved her body behind the chairs and picked up her bag and shoes. "I'll see you Thursday, Bobby." Salem blew a kiss in the man's direction before she opened his office door. Her boot made a soft click as she dropped her shoes onto the concrete floor of the warehouse. The bright, fluorescent lights overhead in the converted office building bore into Salem's face as she slipped her feet into each boot. Luckily, it was after business hours. If these influencers had normal office hours and Robert's wife had gone home, the empty halls felt familiar. Robert was staying late to work on video editing for the YouTube channel he and his team ran. Salem maneuvered herself past the security desk at the front of the building and waved goodbye to the man at the front. He gave a small wave back as he pressed the button behind his desk that allowed the front door to open. The night was warm, as it usually is in California, with a little wind that felt nice on Salem's heated skin. She pulled out her phone from the bag at her hip and read the few notifications that were displayed on the screen. She bobbed and weaved through the rocks and cracks of the parking lot as she made her way toward the back rows. Her phone vibrated while she was watching the i********: stories of her closest friends—other women who worked the same gigs. "Kane" dropped down three or four times before Salem finally clicked on the notification."Guess who's coming to America for a few weeks?""Salem!""Come on, guess." Salem sighed and replied back, half tired and half annoyed. Kane was coming to America. "You?" Almost immediately her phone vibrated again. With an eyebrow c****d up, she stared at the new message that appeared on her screen. "Yup! We'll have to set up a time to meet. ;)"Salem decided to respond later as her driving mode on her phone kicked in as she got near her car. Luckily, there was nothing from any local clients, so it was probably safe to turn in for the night, as most of her Johns had returned to their wives and long-term girlfriends by now.It was a good job, unfortunately. s*x work was never something Salem thought she would find herself in, but the amount of money and security it brought to the table was nice.None of these men wanted it to get out to the public that they were cheating on their wives, especially not with a s*x worker. Her clients had reputations to uphold, and every single one of them was spoken for—by beautiful women who loved them very much, and they, without a doubt, loved their women. Also, large corporations continued to work with them as long as they stayed in the public eye for good reasons. It was hard for them to do; some had odd fetishes that they didn't want their partners to know about, and others just wanted quick stress relief before they moved on to their next big project. Salem knew what she was. A toy to be used. Nothing more than a warmed s*x doll for their pleasure. Salem didn't have to ever tell anyone who she really was or what she did for a living. In the vast world of social media, she could Salem decided to respond later as her driving mode on her phone kicked in as she got near her car. Luckily, there was nothing from any local clients, so it was probably safe to turn in for the night as most of her Johns returned to their wives, and long-term girlfriends by now. It was a good job, unfortunately. s*x work was never something Salem thought she would find herself in, but the amount of money and security it brought to the table was nice. None of these men wanted it to get out to the public that they were cheating on their wives, especially not with a s*x worker. Her clients had reputations to uphold, and every single one of them was spoken for. By beautiful women who loved them very much, and they without a doubt loved their women. Also, large corporations continued to work with them as long as they stayed in the public eye for good reasons. It was hard for them to do, some had odd fetishes that they didn't want their partners to know about, and others just wanted quick stress relief before they moved on to their next big project. Salem knew what she was. A toy to be used. Nothing more than a warmed s*x doll for their pleasure. Salem didn't have to ever tell anyone who she really was or what she did for a living. In the large world of social media, she could be anything from a fan to a sponsor. The vastness of LA allowed her anonymity on the streets. She wasn't the star, her clients were, and they paid big money to keep it that way. For her to remain a ghost. No social media of her own, no record of her online, and absolutely no dating apps. Even if got lonely, the bills were always paid. Her daughter had food to eat and attended one of the best private schools in the area. Not to mention they got to live on the good side of town. It's hard to judge the style of work from a million-dollar home. At the end of the day, it was just a job. One that allowed her peace of mind as she finished school to be a lawyer one day. This was only temporary, and any mother would do what she absolutely had to provide for her child. Her father had not been too nice throughout the years. An angry man with spite that pulsed through his veins. Each argument was more heated than the last. The knot at the bottom of her stomach would form each time she thought about that day. When he finally put his hands on her, and she put up with it. She was young and stupid at one point. Young and in love at seventeen. Invincibility deviously abandoned them very early on. Hindsight was 20/20.As Salem continued her way home she couldn't wait to shower up and wash the stink from the day off of her before she had to release the nanny for the evening. It was such a privilege to have a nanny. Dread boiled at the pit of her stomach. She hoped that she'd be able to keep these luxuries when she switched to society after school. There were a lot of uncertainties in life. Some that no one sees coming.