Too Good to be True

I knew this was too good to last. I know I'm lucky, but I had to get a less desirable client sooner or later...

I went to see Luke* last night. He had obviously just come from work and had been arguing with his boss. Straight away I could tell that he was stressed and wound up; I hadn't met him before, but I figured he should be safe as a semi regular client had recommended me to him. But I didn't like how agitated he was - nothing aggresive towards me, but still snappy enough to put me on edge.

I asked if there was anything I could do to soothe him, and he first opted for a stiff drink and a cigarette out the hotel room window. I waited patiently for him to calm down, trying to be sweet and keep the atmosphere comfortable. He unbuckled his belt on his last drag, not bothering to undress or asking me to. He came over to where I was perched on the bed and pushed me back quite forcefully. He held me flat with one arm and fumbled hastily under my skirt with the other.

I don't know about the rest of you girls, but the words "lets get this over with, you little slut" don't really get me in the mood. Pushing him off just riled him even more and brought on a torrent of obscenities. Luckily he didn't try to stop me leaving; he was probably sensible enough to know that if anything bad happened to me he would be found out and end up down the creek without a paddle. Some escorts might just lie there and take it, but you don't treat a girl like me in that way (unless it's all part of the act).

Won't be seeing him again.

Brooke x