PRESENT
Roger kept his word; he introduced me to a few of his wealthy friends.
I tried every kinky thing. The hard-core pleasure took me to the verge of death, and I tried every possible position I could. Drugs were inevitable when I was with these rich bastards, and I see to it that they do not cross the limit. The same rules apply to every addictive item.
My clients enjoyed being 'submissive' and I got to know I liked being in 'Dominance' thanks to them. The pleasure I got from being dominant was something totally different.
It took three years to get rid of the debt. Finally, I was free from every goddam thing that was pushing me to become a poppet.
My life is completely mine, only mine. There is no need to do something due to pressure. There is no reason to choose a path by force.
My life is completely under my control, my rules in my life.
I am not bound to anyone, not for any shitty reason for which I am fucking not responsible.
Freedom of air that I got after a decade.
When I cleared my debt, I reduced my client list, especially my wealthy client list. Their demands were higher, and they would always add new things whenever we would meet up. I gave in due to my debt and curiosity to try new stuff.
Roger is on my top list and always will be. I will be thankful to him for the rest of my life, and I am indebted to him. Over the period, Roger confessed to me. He is a family-oriented guy who always gives priority to his family, and he loves his children to the core. Yes, I was only one step away from falling for him, and I should feel happy. But that was not the case; his confession only pushed me into shock.
It took me a few days to realize what I had on Roger was only infatuation, nothing more. His confession didn't make any changes. I was not moved, not even a bit.
Roger started sharing his personal information with me. He didn't hide anything. His personal life was a disaster. When he caught his wife red-handed cheating on him, he couldn't file for divorce. The only reason was that his wife was from a powerful background and threatened to take the kids away from him.
So, he started enduring his wife only for the sake of his kids.
After hearing his story, I felt sympathetic toward Roger. I didn't accept his confession, but I promised to be his second wife. Whenever he was in the city, I would meet him without giving a second thought. I like doing that because, after his confession, my heart felt at ease for a million reasons.
I and David had sex, and at last, he was successful in making me give in. That was fucking awesome dam, he was good in bed. After our one-night stand, he begged for many more, and that resulted in instant rejection.
What I have with David is something I can't describe with words. I want him in my life; I want him to stay forever, and I don't want our lust ruining everything.
Roger and David are the lifelines of my life.
Through David, I made new friends. Now I have my own friend circle who will appear irrespective of whatever I am going through. No judgment, and no second thought.
After clearing my debt, I thought of making a new start. So, I started giving interviews. I can't believe it's going to be fucking five years; my family's achievement is still trending. I dropped the idea of working for any company completely.
I continued working in the restaurant, and I am also a part-time hooker. I am still whoring my body completely my choice client. Freedom of air. I never tried relationship sh*t, and I didn't want one.
I started liking partying, enjoying it till I puked my gut out. I may end up in bed for free, and occasionally I will give a 100% discount. It completely depends on the person.
I am leading a new life with a new set of everything. Not even a thing from my old life was peeping in except my cell number. Completely, my old life vanished and was replaced with a new one.
New life, new beginnings, and new friends. Everything and everyone were new after the tragic incident. I was completely successful in embracing my new life wholeheartedly.
I never changed my cell number, hoping, at least mistakenly, that someone would dial my number. And till today, it never happened—not even a miscall.
It's going to be five years. I have slept with so many, but not even one of my nights with my client erased my memory of my first one. Not even for a minute was anyone successful.
I had wished for the same, and at last, it came true, strange.
I have kept tabs on him. Now and then, I would check the latest news regarding him. His progress is impressive, and he achieved so much over the period.
He is the number-one business magnet and one of the most influential people. He is famous; always, his photos float along with some celebrities.
After so many years, he is still wearing the same mesmerizing smile that could captivate anyone, including me.
Strange, including me.