With numb, trembling fingers, I slide the panties over my hips and let them drop to the floor. Next I slip my arms into his shirt and inhale the scent of him. I'm half turned on and half pissed off. He has me tied in knots. He's scary and sexy and thrilling. I can't help wondering if he makes women think slutty thoughts any time he's around.
Of course I don't want to be here or to do this, I try to tell myself. Whatever this turns out to be. I need money. He likes oral, or at least that's what his file proclaimed. I can do oral. I will suck his c**k, get him off, and leave. This should be a blessing. Oral is less intimate. It doesn't matter that I feel dirtier just thinking about it.
I can pretend what I'm doing is legal and call myself a paid escort. It's a lie. I'm whoring my body for
