Love Story Of A Call Girl

Two glasses of red wine were placed on the coffee table between us. I took a sip. This time he sipped it in an unrushed manner while those eyes of his were unwavering on me. His gesture was cold and calculated.

"I have just moved in here to get away from the hell of the city out there. What are the places to visit in the suburb here?" He asked, placing down his glass on the coffee table.

None of my clients had asked me about places to visit here. They had no interest whatsoever except in s.e.x. The rare client just wanted company, and I think he was one of the rare ones. I was thinking of a standard answer but I did not have any. I made another mental note to prepare a standard answer once I reached home. It was out of habit that I predicted questions and prepared answers beforehand. Heaven forbid that I was caught unguarded.

He sensed my hesitance. Because he sensed it, I felt I was out of my protective armour.

"I've never thought of it. No client has asked me this question before." I said, speaking the truth.

Why on earth would I tell him that anyway?

"Are you not from around here?" He asked, with a hint of curiosity.

"I moved here three months ago but I do know the area very well. I used to live in the city." I said.

"I can imagine that this is the perfect place for your type of romantic escapades. You have many clients here?" He asked wryly.

"I moved back here because it is my home." I said.

"Are your regular clients here to? Care to tell me more about them?" He asked.

"That's confidential, Mr. Boardmann." I said, thinking now that he was being very rude.

"Well done. You passed my test." He said, with approval.

I looked at him, not understanding his answer.

He saw my baffled face and he laughed.

"I can trust you. You don't go babbling or comparing your clients to others." He said.

"It's standard practice in the industry. You can trust me. Further what we do is not exactly mainstream and we try to be as discreet as possible." I replied.

I saw satisfaction in his grin. I continued to answer his initial question.

"You can go to the boulevard. It's the main attraction here. It's packed all summer- day and night. There are also the many museums, fancy restaurants, parks with marked walking routes, shopping malls..." I said.

I did not think that he liked shopping particularly but malls came to my mind. I shopped a lot. Part of the escort / call girl job description was to look good. I wore a lot of heavy make-up as well to cover the blemishes on my face. I had to look picture-perfect for the job.

"The boulevard is like a can of sardines. I could hardly walk there without bumping into hundreds of people. Too touristic. And I thought I was in for an idyllic, rustic life. Some false advertising by the realtor." He said, shaking his head.

"That's not completely true. If you walk past the touristic part, it is actually quite idyllic. Vast and empty in fact. The whole boulevard is fifteen kilometres long. Only the first five kilometres are jam-packed with tourists because that's where all the hotels, restaurants and malls are." I said.

"You think that total emptiness is something I particularly enjoy?" He asked.

He smiled for the first time that night.

"Yes, you seemed to have indicated so." I answered.

"Well, I do like the right company." He said.

He looked like he was thinking of the right company but since I was not sure what kind of company he meant, I chose not to comment on that.