“You’re what?”
“A call girl. An escort, a role player, a giver of pleasure, and at times a red good listener.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
She nodded her head.
“Well then you’re the first I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people in my time.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Not at all. It’s your personal choice. If you enjoy your work, then it’s nobody’s business.”
“That’s sweet of you to say. Most people are shocked and then don’t want to associate with me.”
“They’re just ignorant. You said you do roleplay. Do the clients tell you what they want, and you act it out for them? How does it work?”
“It all depends. I usually let them decide what they’d like, and we discuss it. I always want to make sure my clients get exactly what they’re paying for.
“Do you…are you in a personal relationship?”
“Yes. I’ve been with my partner Margie for almost six years.”
“You’re gay?”
“Yes?”
“How does that work with male clients?”
“I only do women.”
“I see. So, do you work alone or in an establishment?”
“Both, I have some private customers whom I see on a regular basis.”
“Well, I must say I didn’t expect to be sharing a platter with someone so enlightening as you tonight.”
“So, what about you? I imagine working as a photographer you’d come across some interesting situations?”
“Seeing you’ve been so honest with me I will tell you what happened to me only last Friday night. Did I tell you earlier that we do photo shoots for would be models? I hire a makeup artist and together we do a pretty good job getting their portfolios ready.”
“Would that be a daily shoot, or do you book them all on one particular day?”
“Usually Friday’s after three that way if they’re working, I can stay back a bit later to be more accessible for the working girl, err…no pun intended.”
“None taken,” she cooed.
“Anyway, the two girls entered the studio a bit late. They were booked for eight and it was eight twenty. I wasn’t too happy about that because I had to pay the makeup artist overtime.
Anyway, one was named was Lorraine. She was pretty and feminine but the other one called Abby, well she was gothic and sullen looking. Fortunately, it was Lorraine who wanted her portfolio done so after her makeup and hair were done, we were left alone, just the three of us.
Lorraine for whatever reason though insisted Abby stay in the room for the shooting. She’d promised her mother she wouldn’t be alone with the photographer and hey, it was fine by me. Most people see my business card and assume I’m male. It happens all the time.
Once I get into my work mode, nothing bothers me. Lorraine was shy but easy to work with, happy to oblige when I suggested different poses and not openly shocked when I asked her if she’d brought along lingerie.
“No, I didn’t even think about it,” she said demurely.
“So, what was the other one doing while all this was going on,” Rhonda asked.
“Mostly she just watched but when I finished this part of the shoot she stood and eyed the pictures on the walls.
Anyway, I told Lorraine not to worry. There were some hanging on the back of the door in the makeup room. I told her to go see if she liked any and if she did to come on out. I needed to change films while she was gone.
The two of them scampered off and to be honest I didn’t think Lorraine would go through with it. The outfits are quite risqué and considering her bodyguard, Abby, was with her, I thought she’d defiantly talk her out of it. Man was I wrong!
Not only did she come back in, she was wearing the most revealing. A white lacy number, with a matching G-string, and lacy stay up stockings. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. Abby, quiet as ever, sat on the chair in the back and silently watched.
Lorraine, though, took my breathe away. She was so stunning.
Lorraine then seemed to come out of her shell. She became so animated. Eager to please me and not at all self-conscious like I thought she’d be.
I lay her against a red satin love seat, had her put one leg up, the other resting, hanging lazily on the floor. Her breasts, perky and firm, stood out against the sheerness of the fabric. A few shots with her batting her eye lashes and pouting her red lips and she was totally coming on to me.
At first, I thought I imagined it, models do become flirtatious while dressed so provocatively and usually I brush them off. It wouldn’t help my business if I became involved with the young girls who come through.