Hopeless

Damn she was a beauty. Her hair red like fire, her eyes blue like the sky, a sultry body with curves in all the right places, a beautiful hourglass figure, and a smile that could light up a dark room. She was a sight. The way she looked in that slender navy blue dress was nothing short of astonishing, hugging every part of her just right, not too tight. And those legs. Those long, slender legs looked even better in those peep toe black heels. Hair curled loosely and gently framing her ivory face, make-up done just right to accentuate those eyes that could pierce even the toughest of armor. So many guys, and women, wanted her. She was like a bright star and everyone wanted a glimpse of her shine. Although her company was not just for anyone to obtain. The elite would pawn after her for weeks, some that would even be relentless for months, and most without avail. She had the love of so many people because of her beauty, but none that would bother to look past the face to find the real beauty was in her laugh and what entailed the inner workings of her soul.

Out one warm summer Saturday night at a high end bar, dressed to the nine’s in a soft cocktail dress, her crimson curls freely outlining her soft face. Just out and about like every weekend, usually meeting people for dates. The single life was enjoyable to say the least. She’d been going at it nearly two years now and she promised herself she wouldn’t look back. Moved out and moved on. The past is the past and that’s exactly where she intended those memories to stay. Her focus was in the future and living it up while she could.

She was sitting at the bar, chatting it up with one of her friends, when she noticed him walking in the front door. Tall, blue eyes, dark brown hair, dazzling smile. She had seen him a few times before. They had talked a couple times and turns out they had quite a few things in common. She couldn’t deny it, she felt like they had a connection. Maybe even a crush on him. Normally cool under pressure, she would stumble over her words or feel a little flushed in the face when talking with him. Something about him seemed so different. Like she could really trust him and that he might actually like her for more than what was on the outside. His personality matched hers and he had this special something about him that really drew her in. To have a man like that in her life, she felt like things could actually turn out in her favor. But she had been so focused on her job for so long, she hadn’t had a lot of time to really search for a real partner. That was until he showed up one night…

He came over and took her hand, lifting it up to his lips to lightly kiss the back of it. Her friend took this opportunity to slip away so the two could have some alone time.

“Hello again,” his voice soft like satin.

She smiled, “Hey yourself. Haven’t seen you around in a few weeks.”

“Was out of state on a business trip. Would have much rather been here, talking to your sweet self instead of a room full of grumpy, money hungry old men.”

She blushed a little. She felt so sure that he shared the same feelings as her. He was so nice to her, sweet like candy, kinder than most of the other men she had encountered, both in work and in personal life. Although with a reputation like hers, the lines of work and personal often get blurred.

A few drinks later and a conversation that seemed to last forever, he asked if they would like to take their little party somewhere else, maybe with a quieter atmosphere and a lot less people. She knew exactly want he was thinking, so she suggested they go back to her place. She felt like he was different and that tonight would be special. She had hoped for someone like him to enter her life, someone to help her in the transition to a completely new career, to be there to hold her every night, to make her feel loved once again.

Upon arrival of her house, she went straight to the kitchen and pulled two wine glasses out of the cupboard and a bottle of white wine out of the fridge. She sat down in one of her barstool chairs and he leaned against the island in her kitchen while they talked some more. Didn’t seem like too much longer that things took a wild turn.

He put down his wine glass, stepped closer to her, and gently cupped her bottom jaw while he leaned in for a kiss. She had wanted to kiss him from the moment she met him, but she wanted to know if he was interested in her for her, or for her job, as most men usually are.

She was lit ablaze. Fire coursed through her body and she suddenly felt like she was suffocating in her low-cut dress. He started to slowly slip his hand up her leg and underneath the hem of her dress. She stopped him when his hand reached her knee, took his hand, and had him follow her down the hall to her bedroom. Living alone had its perks.

He laid her down on the bed and climbed over her, kissing her supple lips, along her jawline, and taking his time softly kissing and biting her neck. Oh how she was enjoying every second as he paused only to reach around her shoulders to unzip her dress. She felt so free and he helped her slip out of her attire, revealing a white bra, covered in black lace, and panties to match. Her physique was curvy, but a flat stomach, round butt, and large breasts was the epitome of beauty in modern society. She had no doubts that she was attractive and had no reason to feel less than completely confident in her looks, and her abilities in the bedroom.

He kissed along her collar bone, going a little bit lower to outline the inner curve of her breasts, stopping only to unhook the bra to expose what every man has desired to see. They were perfect shape and size, easily fits into a man’s hand, with no space to spare.

He leaned in to suckle on her nipple while one arm propped him up just enough and the other hand grasping her breast. He began to kiss back down her body, his hand no longer attached to her breast, but instead moving lower and slipping her out of her panties. She let out a small gasp as she felt a finger slide into her. Oh, it felt so good. He kissed right above her hip and then his warm tongue was on that sweet spot between her legs. A shiver of pleasure rushed through her body as his tongue worked its magic on her pleasure pearl.

Not one to typically rush things, but she had wanted him so bad for so long. She pulled him up and unbuttoned his dress shirt, yanking it off him and tossing it across the bedroom. His torso was so muscular; his rippling abs only complimented his handsome face.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and began to undo his trousers, noticing a particular body part waiting to be set free from its entrapment. She gladly obliged as she tugged his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. He was bigger than she had anticipated, but she was not complaining at all. She preferred a little extra to play with. Taking all of him in her mouth, he let out a groan. His hands instantly tangled up in her hair as she wrapped her mouth around the head of his stiff member, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. His moans only causing her to become more excited as well. Something about the sound of a man was always a turn on for her.

She had always known how to please a man in bed, it’s something she’s always been good at. So after a bitter end with her fiancé when she caught him cheating with her best friend from college, she took her skills and put them to work, literally.

The money was great and the perks were noteworthy. Expensive dinners, beautiful gowns as she accompanied men to galas and other fancy occasions, her gym membership paid for in full for the next two years, and even once given a $350 watch, her client knowing it was her favorite accessory and she had been eyeing it up for a couple months now. Business was good and she was one of the top ladies in the league.

She had longed for someone to change all that, though. She was getting bored of the meaningless sex and wished for something with a little more connection and deeper feelings. She really thought that the buff ex-bodybuilder in front of her was someone to really make a difference in her world. He had shown little interest in her work and that made her feel relieved and only strengthened the feelings she had for him.

She released her mouth from his rigid member and laid back on the king sized bed, ready for him to make his move. He crawled up onto the bed and grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over onto her front. She lifted herself up onto her elbows and knees and he pressed himself into her. He was so thick and she couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy. The pleasure caused by his every stroke was intense and she didn’t want it to end. It was so wonderful, this feeling he was giving her. It felt so different than any other man she had bed in the last two years. For once, she felt wanted for her and not because she worked in the sex industry.

Time seemed irrelevant as they switched to a couple other positions, each one just as amazing as the one prior. She wondered just how long he could go and if he could go all night, goodness knows she could. Very few times she would actually orgasm, most of the time faking it to please the client.

Abruptly, she felt her body seize up as a wave of euphoria rushed through her. Her hands anchored themselves into his waist as the orgasm hit her in full force. The feeling was exhilarating and as she let her body fall backwards onto the mattress, he quickly pulled out and released himself all over her stomach. She didn’t care, after all, she could barely move. Her whole body felt like gelatin and any strength she had was gone. She felt so amazing and she wished she could feel that fantastic every time she got naked with a man. She closed her eyes for a few minutes as he went to go grab a towel out of the bathroom attached to her bedroom. He cleaned himself off and then proceeded to wipe his mess off of her as well.

He seems so amazing and caring. Surely, this is the real deal; A true gentleman.

He walked over to the other side of the room and slipped his trousers back on. She hadn’t noticed he had walked away from the bed until she heard the zipper. She slowly sat up, perplexed by his actions. He put his shirt back on and then walked back for to the bed where she sat, confused as to what was going on. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet.

No. No, no, no. Please don’t tell me…

He extracted several bills from his billfold and placed them next to her lap.

“My buddy was right. You are the best in the business. Thanks for a good time. I’ll show myself out, seeing as you’re still, well, naked. Let me know when you’re up for round two,” he winked as he exited the bedroom.

After she heard him leave the house, she burst into tears. Here was someone she truly thought was different than the rest. She trusted him and honestly felt like they shared a unique connection. At the end of the day though, all she’s seen as is a whore. And that’s all she’ll ever be in the eyes of men. She so badly longed for love and the affection of a man, and not just the attention. The only man she had given her whole heart to end up tossing it to the curb the moment he confessed that he had been sleeping with another woman for a few months.

He felt their relationship had gone stale and needed excitement in his life, but yet he still loved her. She knew that if he had really loved her, he wouldn’t be in the arms of another woman. Especially into the arms of someone she had seen as a very close friend and was even a sorority sister. She really thought that they were so happy together. But as they say, love is blind.

Was this all she was going to amount to? A slut crying in shame as she endures heartbreak after heartbreak? Trusting too easily only for history to repeat itself. Why did she have to enter into the escort industry? A few of her fellow coworkers had warned that finding love after the sex life is a difficult task, but she didn’t think it could have been so hard to transition.

Just when she had thought she had seen a bright side of it all, it took a dark turn. Her heart wrenched inside her chest. She just wanted to lay there on her bed for hours as cry. Why would he have taken the time to get to know her if all he wanted was her services? Why would he be so nice to her and make small talk, acting as if he really was interested in her as a person instead of a slave to the sex business in which she had recently felt.

Maybe Bonnie Tyler was on to something… “Where have all the good men gone?”