No.

Saturday night I had two bookings, the first one was sweet, the second...not so sweet.

I arrived outside the hotel, one I will not be visiting again due to it's crappy nature and location of security. He had told me to give him a missed call when I was outside, so I did. I went through my phone wile I was waiting and got distracted by a text from the mum. I didn't notice this at the time, but I wasn't nervous like I usually am before a booking, I was a little cocky from my previous appointment.

"Lacey?"

"Huh, yeah?" I was more replying to a question and that he was talking to me then saying that I was she. I am still getting used to being called by a different name.


Oh right! The client, gee he has beautiful eyes, big brown puppy dog eyes, he's actually kinda cute, and fit. Why's he hiring me?


I followed him inside to the elevator, walking behind him while on my phone, the security guards were right there, I could see them looking at me through the corner of my eye, I pretended to text on my phone and didn't look back, I kept moving.


Do they know I'm a hooker and he hired me or are they just checking me out?


I greeted him properly once the elevator doors closed, we exchanged pleasantries and then there was a slithly awkward silence. The silence you get when a client feels guilty for hiring you or like your judging him for doing it, I'm a fucking hooker why would I be judging you?

It took him a couple of tries to get the key into the lock (yeah this place was so old they still used keys!), he was trying to put it in upside down.


Should I point that out? He's clearly trying to stop his hands from shaking.


He offered me drinks and food in the room, I politely declined and excused myself to the bathroom.

I sat down on the bed and petted the spot next to me for him to join me, he took all his clothes off and sat down.

Hmmm, usually they actually want to pretend we're together a little, even if they want it porn star style. Whatever.


I stood up and striped to my bra and panties, we kissed. He was an absolutely terrible kisser, he was kissing me with his teeth not his lips and he sucked harder than a vacuum cleaner, it hurt. I tried to move into a few different positions to get him to ease up a little, but he didn't even with me on top.

He wrapped his legs around me like he was a baby.

"Can we try some sex positions?" He asked. It's been like two minutes, can I go through with this?


We sat up.

I can't just have sex with him right now, he's not small it will hurt. This is making me uncomfortable, how can I get out of here?


"I drank a lot of water, I'm just going to the bathroom again." I locked the door after me.

Fuck. What am I going to do? I need to get out of here, I am not going to do this. I will feel terrible about myself if I do. I can't, and I know it.


I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hands through my hair.

Fuck, I have to leave, now. I'll just go out there and say 'Look, I'm really sorry but I'm not feeling a connection, I'll refund you all your money, sorry I have to leave.' He seemed aggressive, what if he gets angry? I have to risk it, I will be fine. I've still gotta get dressed, if he gets pissed off how quickly can I get out of here?


I walked out of the bathroom, I clearly had a worried look on my face because he asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I'm really sorry about this, but I got my period, I can't do this, sorry, I'll refund you everything. I have to leave." Fuck why did I say that? I'm pretty sure I told him I actually had it last week, fuck fuck fuck.


"Oh." He looked at me as I quickly put my clothes on and held my legs together. "Remember you told me you had it last week?"

Shit. I replied seamlessly "Yeah, I've only been vegan for a few months and it's gone crazy, I'm really sorry." Not great for promoting the vegan lifestyle but I don't give a shit at the moment. I put the money down on the table and collected the last of my things.

"Just one more passionate kiss?" Fuck, thats why I'm leaving jerk. But I kissed him briefly. "Come on a proper one." He sounded a little aggravated, I don't he believed me but I didn't care at that moment, I kissed him once more, trying to hold him back a little, then I pulled away. My lips actually hurt after only a few minutes. I couldn't do that to myself. He wanted to walk me out, I stayed a little away from him.

I parked just around the corner, under a streetlight, I couldn't here him following me but I know he's looking. As I turned the corner I looked back and waved and smiled a little. He was still at the entrance.

I got in my car and locked the door, I waited for the car coming down the street to go around the corner, and I followed it out directly behind it.

It's to dark for him to see this is my car and he's to far away to see the number plate anyway. I'm safe.

So that was my first real scare, it taught me a lesson, listen to my fucken instincts! They would have told me if only I had listened. I'm very lucky that this turned out the way it did and it wasn't an actual bad experience, just an uncomfortable one, it will keep me more aware in the future.

Still, I'm proud of myself for having the self confidence to walk out of there when I felt uncomfortable.

He emailed and texted me today, wanting to catch up. Which is why I should have said I didn't feel a connection then he would have left me alone, or who know's maybe my instincts made me not say it and he didn't have a very angry reaction, because the period excuse came out without me even thinking. It just happened. Whatever it was, I am relieved of the outcome, but I don't want to just ignore him, I need to say I don't want to see him. But how to tell him?