I look at the girl on the sofa, blowing her nose. I don't know what to say, getting involved in clients' problems is very unprofessional. I wonder why she needed my services, really.
She looks at me, smiles, embarrassed. I indicate it's fine, she can cry, I pass her the box of tissues.
The first meeting is always awkward. Clients book me sometimes on a dare then don't know what to expect from me.
She gets dressed, thank me and leaves two fifty pounds notes on the table. She's gone.
Just another client in the day of a male escort.
D.M. over 5 years ago
Nice twist. It sounds like he's not going to let himself get involved, just another client, possibly on a dare, someone who didn't need his services, pass the tissues.
Jonathan Mills over 5 years ago
Congratulations on this story winning the drabble of the week, I think it's very well deserved.