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Hello, I am soft spoken; who believes that life should be enjoyed to its fullest with no exceptions The artwork adorning my curvaceous toned body is a playful celebration of life that adds to my eccentric, fun-loving personality I’m sweet, caring and definitely a girl with a vivacious giggle!
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His son didn�t get into Dartmouth and that makes him sad, because he loves his son and he knows how much pressure the boy puts on himself. I understand.
His wife won�t let him have his late-night bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream anymore and she nags him about the Sunday afternoons he spends watching golf on television. I frown.
His doctor says he needs more vitamin D, and maybe he should consider anti-depressants, too, but he�s sure if he could just find something meaningful to do with his life, he would feel better. I make a little tsk-ing noise, widen my eyes. I am close to crying.
I tell him he�s sweet for caring about his son so much. I tell him if I were with him, I would let him eat all the ice cream he wanted, and Sunday afternoons would be set aside for watching golf, because why shouldn�t people do what makes them happy? Then I tell him I don�t know about vitamin D and anti-depressants (that�s the truest thing I�ll say all week), but he seems very healthy and, as I say this, I gently touch his thigh and dip my head a little and look at him so my eyes are half hidden � I�ve practiced in the mirror. I smile without showing my teeth � I�ve practiced that, too � and wait for him to reach for me. But he�s not ready for that; he wants to tell me about how he hit a triple for his softball team last weekend, how it was �magical,� how he wishes he could feel that good all the time.
I�ve had men like him before, and they�re sweet, but they can be tricky, too. I don�t know what a triple is, and I have no idea what it has to do with magic, but I do know we�ve been talking for 15 minutes. I know it�s important that he feel like we have all day, that we have forever. Time can�t exist for us. But I know exactly how much time we do have. I kick off my shoes (simple, beige $600 Louboutins that I got on sale for $250) that I wore specially for him because he told me he�s �not a fancy guy.� (If he were fancy, I�d wear my black Louboutins.)
He�s still talking about triples and magic and meaning. We have 35 minutes. It�s plenty of time, but I don�t want to take any unnecessary risks. My job is all about minimizing risk. I move closer, tell him I have an idea that would make him feel good. I tell him it would make me feel good, too. I tell him I�ve been thinking about it since he texted me two days ago. I gently claw his thigh with my fresh, red (any other color, you�re taking a risk) manicure. I moisten my lips, flash just a little tooth. He�s shy, but he�s a man. He stops talking.
The tricky part of my job is over. Now it�s time for sex.
I arrived in New York City from Chelyabinsk, a city right in the middle of Russia, when I was 19 years old, with $300 in my pocket. I turned 24 in March and have managed to save $200,000, by fucking for money. I�ve traveled to Morocco, Paris, Beijing, and Monaco. Men have brought me tea from London, chocolates from Switzerland, lingerie from France and shoes from Italy. I�ve bought my parents a little village house. (I told them I had a rich American boyfriend who was taking care of me.)
I don�t hate men. I am not a victim of child trafficking. I have never been raped, or drugged, or done porn. I�m not an addict. I never had a pimp. I don�t suffer from what my American girlfriends call �daddy issues� and what my shrink refers to as �malformed identity centering on early childhood abandonment.� My dad had lovers. I don�t blame my parents for my job, or my life. Other kids have other problems. My parents had problems when they were kids. My therapist has helped me see that.
I�m a businesswoman. I did what politicians in this country are always encouraging immigrants to do. Work hard, seize opportunity, maximize your talents, and adjust and adapt to the new world economy.
I haven�t worked as an escort for over a year. Not because the job was illegal, though that�s part of it. And not because I sometimes had to deal with idiots, though that was part of it, too.
I got out because I want to study filmmaking, and psychology, and I can afford to do that now. I got out because eventually I�d like to get married and have a kid, and the longer I escorted, the trickier that would get. My life since I quit has been sort of complicated, and I�ll tell you about that. But first I�ll tell you how I got into the business, and what it was like.
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