All Chapters of Love Story Of A Prostitute: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Tell me, would you have liked to sleep in with your clients?" He asked. The answer was a no. I preferred to go back home, clean myself up and start the day afresh too. This meant waking up in my own bed on my own fluffy, lilac pillow. After each intimate encounter, I had to give myself a good soak in the bath to cleanse away all the impurities inside of me. I was sullied because of sex which took place inside my body. My mind thought like that. It could have been due to all the taunting and bullying from classmates when they found out that my mother was selling herself at the back streets. The teachers at school said that prostitutes were dirty people and have sinned in the eyes of God. I used to be one, and now I am a call girl. By any other name, it was the same. Yesterday we did not have sex, but it was out of habit that I went home and soaked myself in the bath anyway. It was easy to follow a set routine, despite the motivations which t

I faced him blankly. The truth was I really did not know and it hurt. I had understood his question perfectly the first time; but to cover up my ignorance, I had played dumb. It dawned to me that I was messed up here. I had to look for my own standard answer. He was observing me. It made me nervous. I had taken centre stage before, but I was never this nervous. '"The truth is I've never thought about it before. All I know is that I am able to do my job well by catering to the agency's standard practice and the client's needs. It has never ever gotten me into any trouble. It's all part of the job." I said. The uneasiness I felt spiralled into frustration. I was mad at him for making me think about myself from varying spectrums. I felt like a prism. I was splayed into different angels and colours. I knew the past three years had been somewhat volatile; not that the clients were physically violent or abusive as they were in

"You have to know, Lila- I rather like you; strange as you are. I feel like we have known each other for a longer time despite the fact that it was only yesterday I laid my eyes on you. I'd never do anything to hurt you. But it seems that I have overindulged and overexpressed my innermost thoughts, and it has taken its toll on you. I regret that deeply." He said. His voice was low but rich in an emotion of sorts. His free arm patted me on the head. It felt strange to be patted on the head. I thought it belittling and rather demeaning but he had looked at me with such concern in his eyes that I brushed aside those thoughts. I was mesmerized by him. Had his eyes pierced me like before? They had, yes, but there was a concern inherent in the grey of his eyes, and I felt enough warmth and fuzziness inside that I stopped crying. "Damn it. I have a beautiful woman in front of me and I am not making use of t

His arm had remained steadfastly around my shoulders all this while. I had gotten use to the pressure of his arm there. It was somewhat comforting. Now I answered his accusation. "I do. You seem to overlook the fact that you paid me to placate and humour you. By accepting your big fat sum as you called it, I am under the obligation to placate and humour you. Was that not the purpose of hiring me? So that I can please you in whatever way you want." I said. He scratched his head; his thick brown curls getting all messy. "What a fool I am. It did not occur to me that we have started off on unequal bargaining power. Yes, you're right." He muttered under his breath. I watched him closely. "But let me make this clear, Lila. I am not your typical client. You can call me whatever you deem fit. You must speak your mind to me at all times. That is how I would like you

It had been a terrible night. He was a troubled man. He brought trouble with him. He brought up my insecurities. He looked at me like I was a fraud. His piercing eyes knew that at the end of the day, I was a fraud to myself. "Don't analyse me too much. I am frightened of you but I do try to be honest with you." I said. This was true. I did articulate half statements of my whole reasoning. Maybe that was why I could not quite get my act together in one piece. "I'm feeling a bit of a chill. I'll go inside." I said. He pulled my arm just as soon as I uttered those words. "I'm sorry. Don't go. I know you're about to head out the door and never to return." He said. I felt his fingers digging deep onto my skin like a leech. "I'll stay if you let go of my arm. Please, Matthias, it hurts." I said. I did not like the way my vo