Escort - Get My Change

I had vowed myself never to give pussy to the creep who called me a whore. On one end I wanted to forgive him on the other I wasn’t sure how I would feel if we fucked again.

You might be curious why I would want to forgive a filthy selfish client who thought less of me than dirt? I will explain it like this - how can anyone stay mad at a stupid dog that shat on the living room carpet? Is it really his fault that he is a moron, partly yes, but for the most part he was raised wrong by society and his parents (if he had any).

I also had to forgive him so I could come to terms with myself. Knowing I let a moron slide meat into me and heard whore afterward left all kinds of rotten feelings. I bet $1,000,000 that I had clients who hated my guts because I am a woman and a whore but at least they didn’t have the balls to tell me.

And so I did forgive but I couldn’t bring myself to see him again.

Then 2 months out of nowhere I started receiving emails of this nature - “Hi *****, I’d love to come see you again. Are you around today?”

All of them I ignored. Apparently my lack of reply was no deterrent!

I was having a post-client shower when my phone rang. Turning off the tap I answered my phone, “Hello, how are you?”

“Hi, are you available today in the next half hour?” A man asked. The caller’s number and name showed up in the caller ID. It was a number I had seen before, in the last few days, but I kept on missing the calls. This was not a number I had on my blacklist.

“Yea, I will be.” I replied. “Let me give you the intersection of where I’m at.”

“I know the address. We have already seen each other before.” He said.

“Oh okay. See yea soon!” And I clicked off.

I dried myself off with a towel and put on my outfit. He said we had met before but I couldn’t recognize this number! I opened up my client list and started searching for his number. In a few seconds the screen flashed with zero results. I was a bit puzzled and hoped for the best. It’s not unusual for a client to use a different number, I have seen this before.

30 minutes later I received a call from downstairs. After buzzing him in, I opened the door to a man. I knew I’ve seen him before but I couldn’t remember when or what his name was.

“Do you remember me?!” He asked.

I shook my head, “Uhh not really.” No need to lie ;)

He took off his shoes and proceeded into my living room where he handed over a wad of cash. I thanked him and started walking out of the room to count the money and place it in a safe location. In the mean time he quickly shed off his clothes.

“Listen, the amount I gave you is $10 more than your ‘ask price’. Can I get the change?” He asked without a hint of hesitation in his voice.

“I don’t have change sorry.” I responded and put away the cash in a drawer.

“Then give me more time. Either give me the change or give me more time.” He started to haggle.

“No. I am not going to do either. You can view the $10 as a ‘tip’ to me.” I told him this as I returned back to the room where he was now fully naked.

“Give me more time!” he said again.

“It’s only $10!”

“That is easy for you to say!” He replied and reclined on the bed.

I didn’t respond and just got on the bed to start the session. After the first round which lasted about 15 minutes, I asked him to turn over so I could give him a back massage. And while I was rubbing my hands over his back it became clear to me (by way of conversation) that he was the same (the one and only) fucker who called me a whore.

At that ‘all knowing’ moment I started to evaluate how I felt. This was a situation I so feared, giving him my pussy again. Not knowing how I would feel fucking a man who hates me. And as I sat there giving him a massage I didn’t feel anything! It wasn’t as terrible as I envisioned it all. The sky did not fall and I didn’t start mutilating my delicate girly bits.

Instead I wanted him out. And I put no effort into his second shot. I knew he wanted to cum again but I played lousy! I kept silent when he wanted me to talk him dirty. And I pretended my wrist got tired of yanking his dick.

He ended up leaving before his original time was up! :D

Once again I put the new phone in my blacklist. It turns out that he got a new cell from this employer. Go figure! Next time some dick tells me he’s seen me before and I have no idea who he is I’m asking for a name :) Cuz this guy always uses the same name with me.