“Oh..oh no, an in-call will be just fine, I can’t have you here…” she interrupts.
“I understand, my aim is to make you comfortable and pleased, let me send you the address.”
An hour and 30 minutes past since I sent my information. I sit in my hotel room, it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Maybe she isn’t coming, my mind ponders….maybe I am just meant to be another homeless veteran wondering where my next meal will come fro-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
A solid but quiet knock takes me out of my negative whirlpool as I look towards the door, was it mine? Was I just imagining it …
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Nope, definitely my door! I regain my composure as I walk towards it to find out if who I was expecting was on the other side. Before opening, I check myself in the mirror to make sure I am still maintained. I open it. Standing in front of me is a 4’7’’ light-skinned woman, possibly between the ages of 18-28, her curly hair stops by her light tanned cheeks. Though short, her plump size gave her a bit of a pear shape, and her downward gaze showed that she may be a bit shy. I don’t see why though, her hair was natural frizzy and curled and ran down her chubby cheeks and down the arch of her upper back. Her eyes were a dark brown, that seem to gleam even though she was looking downward. Though big-boned and seemingly shy, she is definitely the mixed breed type and could be in any BBW modeling magazine if she could muster the courage. The glow she has is uncanny. Snapping out of her beauty, I try to get her out of her shyness.
“Hey. How are you tonight…” I ask, trying to sound confident, but you could probably hear a hint of nervousness in my voice.
She stands there for a second, I fear that she is hurt or lost, but then looks up and looks around.
“Um….is…is this Marcus Lennox?” She asks.
My confidence rises.
“Yes it is…would you like to come inside?”
The meek woman looks around again and then looks up at me, I put on the goofiest smile I can manage to see if I can break through her timid exterior. She returns my smile and steps inside my room. As we enter I tell her to make herself at home, she walks around the quaint space placing her bag on the oak wood desk. There she sits, nervously on the bed. I can tell that this may be an awkward affair. I take a deep breath and walk near the bed.
“So, would you like something to drink,” pointing to the mini-fridge “I have water bottles, wine cooler’s, some Tequ-”
“Um…water will be fine,” she looks at me and smiles. I take out two cold water bottles and hand one to her, then sit right beside her. For what seemed to be a long moment, the room is silent, you can hear some drunk talking outside in the parking lot. I shake my head, this is not the place to be escorting, this is definitely not the place to be bringing people like the woman sitting on my bed, she must be terrified. Think man! This is your first time to make a good impression, you are the escort, she is the client. If you don’t do something fast, you are gonna lose her. I think of something sly to say: