The Flower Disaster

I have never received flowers from a guy. Okay that’s not true! I did and it all started with a client.

Two years ago a client scheduled a session with me via email. He was coming from out of town and told me how excited he was to see me. “I will bring you a bouquet of flowers.” He wrote. I thanked him and asked him not to bring it.

In my little mind it felt wrong to accept flowers from someone I didn’t know. I have always dreamed of receiving flowers from a special someone who I cared about and who cared for me.

The next day it was time to see him. He knocked on my door, walked in and presented a yellow bouquet of roses withered away by frost-bite. He apologized for its appearance and said, “I left it in my truck at night and didn’t realize it wasn’t going to stay fresh in 30 below zero.”

I thanked him just the same and we began our session. Overall it was ‘okay’ until the end when the condom broke. My first session ever that a condom broke! I was very upset and he sensed it. He told me not to worry and left my place. That day I cancelled the rest of my appointments and made plans to go the Sexual Health Clinic. (All was well, and I was/am clean).

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Throughout the years I was gifted with more bouquets - usually on Valentine’s Day appointments. And each time when my clients left I would throw the flowers in a trash-can.

Just two weeks ago an old client of mine called to schedule an appointment. “Can I schedule for a few hours?…I know you don’t drink any more so what else can I bring?” He asked me. I told him to bring himself and I would do just fine with that. Haha…He hesitated but then said goodbye.

The evening of our appointment I had everything ready! My place was spotless, a couple scented candles burning on the tables and the lights were some what dimmed. I wore my favorite little black dress with dark heels. When he came to the door and I opened he handed me a 20” x 20” white box wrapped in white and red thin paper. I set the box on the table and helped my client hang up his coat.

“What is it?” I asked excited. He told me to open it. I started unwrapping the box on my kitchen table that had a new fancy tablecloth. (It took me a long time to find a beautiful fabric tablecloth that would match the furniture but I finally found it just a month ago!) I peered into the box and saw 1 red rose cut short to fit into a glass vase. I slipped my right hand under the vase and slowly pulled it out of the box.

“I’ll set it right here.” I said as I walked towards the table near the kitchen. I had my back to the box and wrapping when I heard him say, “Oh no! It’s on fire!”

I turned back to see the wrapping paper being eaten by a big orange flame! I dropped the vase on the table and started to rush around. I needed something made of cotton to cover up the flames. On one of the kitchen chairs I spotted a towel that I folded neatly just half an hour ago. Quickly I grabbed the towel unfolded it and covered the now growing flames on the table. Smoke rose up into my face and I smelled the penetrating burn of plastic wrap. The fire was put out!

And that’s when the annoying screech of a fire alarm turned on. I pulled up one of the chairs and started unscrewing the alarm from the ceiling. Finally the sound was gone.

I walked to the balcony and opened the door. A freezing wind blew into my suit swirling the dark brown ashes like snowflakes around my kitchen. It was a sad sight to see. Then I looked at my client. He said, “Well at least you won’t forget this night.”

“Right!” I wanted to scream LOL

All of this happened in less than 5 minutes, and so I started into the session. I kept on trying to get into it but in the back of my mind I was freaking out. I wanted to see if the velvet couch standing next to the fire had burned or was it just covered in ashes? I wanted to vacuum my floors and furniture to get that nasty burning smell out of the air. I wanted to say, “how can you expect me to cum when I’m still freaked out about what happened 30 minutes ago?!”

But I went through the motions and then he was gone. It took me 2 hours to make my place look tidy again :D Luckily the white velvet couch did not get a single burn!!! It was just covered in ashes that I was able to vacuum away. Not a single stain was left on it!

The only damage done was to my big cotton towel and the fancy tablecloth. I had to trash it.

I’m very happy that I was able to keep the fire from spreading! So ladies and gentlemen blow the candles out or keep things far far away from them LOL

From now on I am no longer accepting any gifts from clients unless it is colored paper that smells like moola! ;)

PS. I threw out the glass vase and the flower…