first?”
“No. That’s okay. I’d rather get it over with. I’ll get coffee afterwards. What room?”
“Room B. And don’t worry, Lilah. You’ve got this. You’re one of our best – you know that.”
“Okay, great. Thank you. I’ll be there in five.” She hated being told she was one of the best. It actually made her feel worse about herself. She told herself that it was what they told all of the girls – although she wasn’t actually sure if that was true or not.
Delilah took a deep breath. At least she didn’t have to go home with anyone. She’d rather go to the room and get this over with. The men could book them for either half-hour or one-hour sessions, and she generally only got one a night. So she just had to grin and bear it. She’d gotten so used to plastering on a big, fake smile that it actually looked somewhat genuine now.
She walked into Room B and saw a middle-aged man with hardly any hair sitting nervously on the bed. He had a kind face, and he kept running his hand through his non-existent hair, which gave her the impression that once upon a time he used to have a fabulous head of hair. This small observation made her feel somewhat sorry for him.
“Hi. I’m Lilah,” she said. She had a special voice for her customers. It was low and husky with a hint of sweet.
“Lilah. Pretty name. You’re beautiful. I… uh… I’ve never done this before. Oh, I’m Peter.” He could barely look at her. Instead, he looked at his hands.
“Peter, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Don’t worry at all; there is nothing to be nervous about. I’m here to make sure you have a good time.”
Lilah went up to him and kissed him. He pulled away and started coughing. His face had gone very red.
“Uh… I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”
“That’s no problem at all. How about we dim the lights even more and just climb into bed?” she suggested. She’d been through this many times. She was always amazed when a man had enough confidence to pay for something like this and then no confidence when it came to actually doing something about it. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t have to do too much with him that night.
Although she’d thought that before and been very wrong, so she would have to wait and see. There were some men who were just far too confident for their own good – those were the men who simply saw her as a toy they could play with. She far preferred the men who were nervous.
“Okay. I’d like that,” he said. She saw him take off his shoes and socks and then get into bed with his clothes on. She was wearing hot pants and a small top, so she just took off her shoes and got in like that. No point in making him more nervous. She wrapped her arms him and pulled him around so that he was facing her.
“Hi,” she said. “Don’t be nervous. What do you want us to do tonight? I’m sure my boss explained that there is a wide variety to choose from.”
“She did.” His voice was still shaking with nerves. “But I’m not sure. I guess I just haven’t been with a woman for so long. I just don’t know –“
“Well, it’s up to you. This is your night, remember? We can do anything you want to do.”
“Can we just cuddle? And talk a bit? Then maybe we can have sex later.” He looked so incredibly embarrassed by the words that had come out of his mouth that Delilah wanted to cry for him. Every so often she got guys like this who didn’t actually want sex. They were just so lonely that they didn’t know what else to do. She knew without a doubt that they wouldn’t be having sex. It was going to be a very long hour, but she was
“No. That’s okay. I’d rather get it over with. I’ll get coffee afterwards. What room?”
“Room B. And don’t worry, Lilah. You’ve got this. You’re one of our best – you know that.”
“Okay, great. Thank you. I’ll be there in five.” She hated being told she was one of the best. It actually made her feel worse about herself. She told herself that it was what they told all of the girls – although she wasn’t actually sure if that was true or not.
Delilah took a deep breath. At least she didn’t have to go home with anyone. She’d rather go to the room and get this over with. The men could book them for either half-hour or one-hour sessions, and she generally only got one a night. So she just had to grin and bear it. She’d gotten so used to plastering on a big, fake smile that it actually looked somewhat genuine now.
She walked into Room B and saw a middle-aged man with hardly any hair sitting nervously on the bed. He had a kind face, and he kept running his hand through his non-existent hair, which gave her the impression that once upon a time he used to have a fabulous head of hair. This small observation made her feel somewhat sorry for him.
“Hi. I’m Lilah,” she said. She had a special voice for her customers. It was low and husky with a hint of sweet.
“Lilah. Pretty name. You’re beautiful. I… uh… I’ve never done this before. Oh, I’m Peter.” He could barely look at her. Instead, he looked at his hands.
“Peter, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Don’t worry at all; there is nothing to be nervous about. I’m here to make sure you have a good time.”
Lilah went up to him and kissed him. He pulled away and started coughing. His face had gone very red.
“Uh… I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”
“That’s no problem at all. How about we dim the lights even more and just climb into bed?” she suggested. She’d been through this many times. She was always amazed when a man had enough confidence to pay for something like this and then no confidence when it came to actually doing something about it. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t have to do too much with him that night.
Although she’d thought that before and been very wrong, so she would have to wait and see. There were some men who were just far too confident for their own good – those were the men who simply saw her as a toy they could play with. She far preferred the men who were nervous.
“Okay. I’d like that,” he said. She saw him take off his shoes and socks and then get into bed with his clothes on. She was wearing hot pants and a small top, so she just took off her shoes and got in like that. No point in making him more nervous. She wrapped her arms him and pulled him around so that he was facing her.
“Hi,” she said. “Don’t be nervous. What do you want us to do tonight? I’m sure my boss explained that there is a wide variety to choose from.”
“She did.” His voice was still shaking with nerves. “But I’m not sure. I guess I just haven’t been with a woman for so long. I just don’t know –“
“Well, it’s up to you. This is your night, remember? We can do anything you want to do.”
“Can we just cuddle? And talk a bit? Then maybe we can have sex later.” He looked so incredibly embarrassed by the words that had come out of his mouth that Delilah wanted to cry for him. Every so often she got guys like this who didn’t actually want sex. They were just so lonely that they didn’t know what else to do. She knew without a doubt that they wouldn’t be having sex. It was going to be a very long hour, but she was
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