Karimo pov

I chose a life, a strange life to those who don't understand. It isn't meant to be understood you know we just trouble ourselves trying to understand every single thing in life but most times life carriers us In it's seductive wind which is forever changing. I do not know how tomorrow is going to be but if it's going to be monotonous I should at least savor every bit of it. I am a gigolo yes I said it you can even call me a play boy it doesn't matter at least to me karimo. I love my job and I take it seriously. I have build myself over the years, optimizing skills and perfecting my physicality I mean that is my point of attraction. And if you are wondering if get into relationships well no. They will always want you to get out something about morality which to me is subjective.

It's Thursday and I'm returning from colville a touristic town found in another region of the country. I don't usually take clients out of my region except for special cases and lady P is a very special client. She is a wife of one of the minister and she has been out of the country for a few months and now that she is back we couldn't meet on our regular spot because she had official dealings in another town. The journey back is long and smooth i mean I can not complain. An overflowing wallet in a vip bus and not forget a long night of intensive passion and pleasure. My thoughts are interrupted by a lady sitting in-front of me on the opposite row removing clothes like she wanted to give a full display of her voluminous shiny boobs pointing in front like an upright soldier except they have a mastery in leaning forward. The fullness had me wondering how big boobs like that could hang so perfectly sticking to her chest like they have sworn never to let go. Yea I know stupid right? I couldn't make out her face but I could see her putting her hands over head squeezing the living hell out of the cotton seat. Instinctively I waited for a moan only to be disappointed. It was then that I noticed I was not the only audience. Men just like me were all f*k* her with their eyes we are all just made from the same material.

She rather gave out a distressful wimp and I arched forward to see more clearly, curiosity I will say. I found her pouring gigantic droplets of sweat and the weather was rather frowning that Thursday with almost everyone on the bus wearing hoodies,thick sweaters and coats. I dashed instantly to her seat to check on her not like it's something I usually do I just have not been faced with a similar situation. Omg she was burning up I thinks it's a fever. I went to my seat took Bottled water I had been drinking luckily it was still cold. I soaked it in a handkerchief and placed on her her head. She didn't seem to like it as whispered no. I think it's too cold. I silently beseeched the Pasanger seating by her to go take my seat while I sit on his. He immediately agreed I couldn't tell if he was happy to leave or happy to escape from the sick woman. I sat beside the lady I just met and knew nothing about, held her on my chest while turning the soft wet cloth on her forehead. She was very agreeing probably because she was ill. I slide open the window to allow cold air bring down the fever only to realize she was shivering even more. What do know. After a few Minutes she slept off. it seemed she hadn't gotten any sleep for days. I ended up dozing off myself to wake up thirty minutes later and be welcomed by an earlier viewed site. Because she clung so close to my chest the the two balls on her chest bulged that I feared they were going to explode from the purple singlet with one touch. I have seen so many women with all types of breast some great some not too great but my job is not only to get paid for a job well done but make my clients comfortable enough to give in to their fantasies. So her boobs are beautiful and draws my attention but not emotions or sexual desire.

I notice her move a little holding her stomach and breathing fast. I spoke to her for the first time " are you okay?" She shook her head in denial then tried pulling away from me but I kept holding on tight and repeating it's ok. She mouthed something I could not understand until she vomited on me. What the f*ck. It smelled like shit, passengers began complaining while moving either to the back and front. I was so pissed, I mean who even asked for my help oh God! I am a serious busy body damn. I looked down from my already standing position to see her motioning for water. With all anger I still managed to give her some. As luck will have it the bus conductor announced that we were already in Bosstown. Finally she will be able to call her family while I go clean up to forever mind my damn business but my luck quickly ran out when she said for the first time to me "Thank you" and collapsed. Wow great! I started to shouting for help with help of another lady who didn't mind getting soiled with her vomit, we took her to the hospital. I guess even two people can make a better world.