Lustly(28)

I waited until she let go to wipe my tears away. “I need the money. Please. I’m desperate. I won’t let him see me upset.”

This woman must have thought I was bi-polar, and I was beginning to wonder the same thing. I suppose I felt ashamed for what I’d done. For my whole life I’d been this person to follow all of the rules. The idea that I’d done something so out of my norm was disturbing. Even worse was the fact that I’d been willing to get it on with Nessa in the shower, although our business chat got in the way.

After leaving the office, I headed to a parking lot where I cried for an unknown amount of time. I hated myself, and finally went home to shower again, to wash off the shame I’d brought on myself, that I’d endure for an eternity in Hell.

I ordered pizza and after picking up the kids from the bus, I retreated to my bedroom and shut the door. Luckily Charlie thought I was crying because of what he’d done. Honestly it was the only thing that made me feel better inside. Had it not been for him I wouldn’t have had to become a whore. This was all his fault and I hated him even more.

I tried talking myself out of going to meet my client a dozen times, but yet I got a shower, made sure I looked my best and was on my way to the hotel. Living under the same roof as Charlie was only making me want to commit murder. I needed to get away, but knew I couldn’t go without my children. There was one easy way out of this and it required me to take off my clothes and f*ck a stranger. I was willing to do it for as long as I needed to in order to get by. I would make a new life for myself, no matter if it destroyed the person I once was.

I didn’t have to check into the hotel since I already had a room key. Nerves really hit me as I entered into the elevator and then got my first look at the lavish amenities in the room. This wasn’t some hotel that normal travelers stayed at. Every detail, from the furniture to the fixtures was expensive. A fully stocked bar with stools was at one end of the room, and a living room with two couches was on the other side. Further inside was a separate bedroom with a large king size bed. The bathroom within was even more spectacular with a tub that would fit three grown men, not that I was imagining that happening or anything.

I sat down on the bed and then began to fidget. My client would be arriving shortly and I wasn’t prepared. After putting my purse into one of the bedside drawers, I primped in front of the mirror. Finally I walked around the suite and found a note addressed to me.

Lily,

I hope you aren’t too nervous. In this envelope you will find a comfortable mask to wear. Promptly at ten please make sure the shades are down and you are sitting waiting. It’s okay if you feel scared. I can assure you that I’ve matched you up with someone as equally nervous. Remember, this isn’t about sex. Sometimes this is about listening, and being a companion if even for a short amount of time.

When you’re working your name is Lustly. Never tell a client your real name.

All of your next meetings will be determined by your client. If you can’t make a meet you must contact me at once.

If you have any questions feel free to call me. I’m always available.

Cybil



I pulled the mask out of the envelope and looked at it. The black material was made of satin, and was so smooth to touch. I heard the door clicking and began to panic. Quickly, I ran to the curtains and closed them tightly, making the room hard to see. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man entering and turned to face the opposite direction as I applied the mask.

I was petrified.

Holy Shit. What am I doing? I can’t go through with this.

This wasn’t like my session. There wasn’t anyone there to protect me if things go bad. I hadn’t told anyone where I was going to be. I could have been murdered and nobody would ever know. I heard something clicking and then a recorded voice spoke. “Good morning, Lustly.”

I heard more clicking and could gather that he was typing what to say to me. I wondered if he wasn’t able to speak, so I responded, almost feeling bad that he may have a handicap. I never imagined that my client would have such a thing, but it was very possible. “Good morning.” I hated being called Lustly, but it sure beat him knowing my real name. I imagined being in the local mall and him seeing me. Obviously, I’d never know what he looked like, so I’d assume that every man that looked at me was him.



I was getting freaked out, letting my paranoia overwhelm me. Before I could go all psycho and run past the man, I heard more clicking and then the recorded speaking. “You look beautiful today.”

“Have you seen me before?”

“Perhaps.” He was still across the room from me. I could sense that much. “Please, sit down so we can get to know each other.”

I felt for the couch and sat down, wondering if he was just going to come over and try to get busy with me. “What would you like to know?” Obviously his life was a secret.

“What do you do for fun?” The recorded voice was bothering me. I felt ashamed to say anything about it, but it made me feel even more unconnected to the stranger sitting across from me, or standing. I really didn’t know what he was doing.

“Sexually?”

“No, of course not. I mean, what do you normally do when you aren’t working?”

I crossed my legs and folded my hands in my lap. “Sorry. I’m a little nervous.” I paused for a moment, but he didn’t respond. “I like to read, and go to the beach.”