I change my mind a dozen times. I shouldn’t meet RC outside of an appointment. But what will it hurt? But I can’t allow myself to become friends with a client—then he’ll want special treatment, or discounts, and things will get awkward between us. But an evening out would be fun. But it’s a date, and I’m not gay.
I’m not.
In the end, I convince myself to go. He’s paying my way, sure, but it isn’t a date. I’m a working stiff—literally, just thinking about seeing RC again gets me hard—and he’s paying for my company. In a way, I’m actually moving up the s*x worker ladder, from prostitute to escort. If I’m not careful, I may find myself a kept man.
Which actually doesn’t sound all that bad.
Still, I tell RC I’ll meet him at Jules instead of driving to his house first. That way I’ll have my
