Lustly(24)
Author: Jennifer Foor

When you’re working your name is Lustly. Never tell a client your real name.

All of your next meetings will be determined by your client. If you can’t make a meet you must contact me at once.

If you have any questions feel free to call me. I’m always available.

Cybil

I pulled the mask out of the envelope and looked at it. The black material was made of satin, and was so smooth to touch. I heard the door clicking and began to panic. Quickly, I ran to the curtains and closed them tightly, making the room hard to see. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man entering and turned to face the opposite direction as I applied the mask.

I was petrified.

Holy Shit. What am I doing? I can’t go through with this.

This wasn’t like my session. There wasn’t anyone there to protect me if things go bad. I hadn’t told anyone where I was going to be. I could have been murdered and nobody would ever know. I heard something clicking and then a recorded voice spoke. “Good morning, Lustly.”

I heard more clicking and could gather that he was typing what to say to me. I wondered if he wasn’t able to speak, so I responded, almost feeling bad that he may have a handicap. I never imagined that my client would have such a thing, but it was very possible. “Good morning.” I hated being called Lustly, but it sure beat him knowing my real name. I imagined being in the local mall and him seeing me. Obviously, I’d never know what he looked like, so I’d assume that every man that looked at me was him.

I was getting freaked out, letting my paranoia overwhelm me. Before I could go all psycho and run past the man, I heard more clicking and then the recorded speaking. “You look beautiful today.”

“Have you seen me before?”

“Perhaps.” He was still across the room from me. I could sense that much. “Please, sit down so we can get to know each other.”

I felt for the couch and sat down, wondering if he was just going to come over and try to get busy with me. “What would you like to know?” Obviously his life was a secret.

“What do you do for fun?” The recorded voice was bothering me. I felt ashamed to say anything about it, but it made me feel even more unconnected to the stranger sitting across from me, or standing. I really didn’t know what he was doing.

“Sexually?”

“No, of course not. I mean, what do you normally do when you aren’t working?”

I crossed my legs and folded my hands in my lap. “Sorry. I’m a little nervous.” I paused for a moment, but he didn’t respond. “I like to read, and go to the beach.”

“What do you like to read?”

“Romance novels, of course.” I giggled to myself. “I like to read that someone is getting a happy ending.” Then I laughed again imagining a different kind of happy ending. Leave it to my nerves to make me feel even more uneasy.

“Don’t be nervous. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

The recorded voice didn’t make me feel any more comfortable, but somehow I believed that I wasn’t in danger. Still, the mother in me needed everything laid out on the table. “What is it that you want from me?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give me.”

He was crazy if he thought I’d jump in the sack after five minutes alone in a hotel room, if that’s what he was implying. “That’s hard to determine when you won’t let me see you.”

“Does it matter how I look?” Then I felt bad about saying it.

“Of course not. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I would rather you like me for the person I am when you’re with me, rather than the face I hold.”

“Maybe I’d feel better if you were blindfolded too,” I sarcastically suggested.

“Am I supposed to forget how utterly beautiful you are? I don’t think I could ever do that.”

“That’s flattering.”

“It’s true. I knew I had to have you from the first moment I saw you.”

“Can you tell me where we met?”

“No.” He was very fast to answer.

“Do you know my real name?”

“Maybe.”

“What’s your first name?” I felt very confused. This was supposed to be anonymous. He knew that as much as I did, yet he was admitting that he might know who I really was. “If you know who I am then why can’t I know who you are?”

“If I promise to tell you my name after three meets, will you accept that?”

“Do I have a choice?” I needed the money, and I was already screwing this up. I was terrible at being a whore. I guess I should have watched some documentaries or maybe some Skinemax at least a couple times to brush up on sexual innuendos, and conversations.

“When you act vulnerable your face tightens. I can see it even while you’re wearing the mask. To answer your question, you always have a choice.”

“Are you able to speak?”

The room got quiet and I assumed that I upset him. I sat there with my hands folded until I felt hot breath on my ear. “Yes,” he whispered.

It scared the shit out of me and I jumped and turned around. With one hand on the mask, ready to take it off, he placed his over mine, stopping me. “Don’t,” he whispered again.

“Why are you whispering? Do we know each other?”

Instead of moving away, he grabbed both of my hands and pulled me close to him. I felt terrified, like I was definitely in over my head. Ms. Cybil was going to get an earful from me when this man finally left.

To be honest, I knew I could take off the mask and see who he was. Maybe there was this part of me that didn’t want to know. It was like seeing him made it all real and not knowing allowed me to pretend that it wasn’t really happening. One hand let go of mine and then fingers trailed over my lips. I could smell gum or mouthwash on his breath, as if he’d just put it in before stepping in the door. He took my hand and brought it up to his face. I let him guide my fingers over his eyes, his nose, and then his mouth. His face was clean shaved, and he had no beard or moustache.

Just as my fingers finished coasting over his bottom lip for the second time he kissed them. When I didn’t move he kissed the back of my hand and spun me around, so that I wasn’t facing him. His arms lifted and both touched my shoulders, and then ran down my skin simultaneously. I could feel goose bumps forming from being petrified, and sensitive.

He moved my hair to the side and kissed my shoulder lightly. I turned my neck to allow him to do it again. His tongue brushed over my shoulder and then across the back of my hair line.