I can still remember the first time. Meeting up with him, feeling so scared. Getting into his car and driving away. I wondered if I'd ever see the light again, or if I was just being paranoid.
Once inside his car he put a hand on my knee and told me how glad he was to see me. That he had so much he wanted to….discuss
Prior instructions, he had told me the moment I got inside I needed to strip for him. I'm still shy with my body, but for the moment, he was paying for my time…and other things
He showed me to his bedroom then left to go grab some drinks. I carefully stripped, making note of the window, and a second door out. Once I was naked I sat at the edge of his bed. A few moments later I could hear him coming down the hall. He walked in and saw me sitting there and smiled. In boths hands he held a pink drink. Said it was vodka and something else. I took it and faked a sip. I didn't want to drink something if I didn't know where it came from. And even if it was just vodka, I certainly didn't want to get drunk.
I felt another shiver up my spin as he put a hand on my shoulder
He was heavy, his skin loose and he laid on top of me thrusting. Small breaths of air escaped me. After a few minutes he finally rolled away panting. He lit a cigarette pointed to a bathroom and told me I could get cleaned up there. I walked away with my clothes, washing quickly. I looked into the mirror. Looking into my eyes. I thought I would feel different. Selling yourself is such a taboo. But I felt just fine. Nothing had changed, I was still me.
