Freddie's POV
'You okay?' Stephan, a now regular customer asks, as he gets to from the hotel bed and throws on some clothes. We met through Richard, they are friends. Maybe 'met' isn't the right word though, it was more like 'this is Stephan. He has offered 800 pounds for two hours with you. Have fun.'
He brought coke tonight, thank god. I don't know much about him. Only that he's around 40 and quite wealthy, just like Richard. I'm not sure I want to know more about him. I normally just want to get it over with.
'Yeah, I'm okay, thanks.' We don't talk a lot. I just give him what he wants and he pays me afterwards. While we have s*x I try to zoom out, pretend it isn't happening. Pretend that I'm just watching it happen to someone else. Coke does help, but it doesn't just magically remove
