All Chapters of Love Story Of A Prostitute: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He took the seat opposite me, and looked at the whole of me, saying nothing at all. Then there was a flash in his eyes, as though he had remembered something. He muttered something incomprehensible. Then he rose, saying that he would be right back. I heard him open a door somewhere behind me and slammed it shut. The slam of the timbered door jolted my ears. Five minutes later, I heard the door open and shut again. My feet were glued to the soft carpeting but I turned to look at him. "I am sorry I kept you waiting." He said, looking quite apologetic. I thought it strange that he should apologize for what I considered an acceptable waiting time. Yet the thought never crossed his mind about apologizing when he was questioning me like a bulldozer on the way to his place. He did not bother about my feelings. "Not at all. You have a lovely suite. I was admiring the furnishings." I said. 

"The subsequent ten kilometres give you an unblocked view of the sea without all those tourists. You can watch the sunrise and sunset. There is also more flora and fauna. The migratory herons build their nests there. You can watch them catch fish. Part of the area below the boulevard is a preserved national park. It's a unique slanting nature reserve because it goes down all the way to the sea. A few small cafes and the public library are also along this route." I said. The main road and the boulevard were on the same level on higher ground. This was done on purpose to stop the encroaching sea from eroding more land. The precious land in the suburbs raised the property market ten-fold in the past three years. A man-made barrier was made comprising of rocks and sand. Dune grass was planted to keep the sand in. This barrier sloped all the way down to the sea. This was where the herons built their nests. This was the nature reserve. "Are you su

"I cannot say how much it would please me to have you by my side. I know I cannot force you to lie with me, but I was hoping that even knowing about how rude I can be, you would still want to." He said, in a soft voice. "Oh?" I said, the words came out of my mouth instinctively. "...although I cannot imagine why you would." He said. I watched him in amazement, my thoughts simply scattered. "I know I was rude towards you. I was not in the best of moods, but trust me, I can do better." He said. There was an emotional rapture in his voice which I had not heard the whole night through until this very moment. His eyes softer on me now, he waited for my answer. When there was none, he spoke. "Well then, close the door softly when you leave. That timbered door causes such a ruckus." He said. "Your bedroom door does the same.

I must be as good as the agency says I am. No wonder I am one of their top escorts. These days, I only accept reservations which pay a ceiling amount. I also request that Penelope give me clients who were older than me, unmarried and who had no special requests. I asked for older clients because I feared that I was thought of being too old by younger ones. I did not want to take my chances. They had never been good. I also asked for unmarried clients because that meant no complications of a girlfriend catching us in bed or private detectives taking photos of our rendezvous. Lastly special requests meant specific sexual acts which I did not wish to engage in or perform. I was open to a submission, a little bondage here and there but not the full range of fetishes and BDSM. In short, the quickest, conventional no frills way appealed to me the most. It was unconsciously at first when my hands stroked the back of his head; his thick, brown hair

I knocked on Mr. Boardmann's door. When he opened the door, his face lightened up and he held out his hands like he did yesterday. His hands appeared limp but they shook mine with force. I could feel my fingers being squashed to the bone. Like yesterday, I was the first to pull away. "Lila. I've missed you this morning." He spoke in a rather sedate tone which betrayed none of the more stirring emotions of yesterday. "Good evening, Mr. Boardmann." I said, mirroring his composed greeting. "I hope you slept a little better." I said, not really sure if I wanted to turn it into a question. "No nightmares for the first time in a month. What do you say?" He asked. "That's good." I said. "I have to thank you for working your magic on me." He said. He made a sudden grasp for my hands again, and shook them with fervour. My fingers felt bruised.