Recent Post: ALL SITES ACCESS ALLSITESACCESS was in the bathroom, washing up from what I could hear, and I had to smile at that. My new client had a bit of an English gentleman's accent, and I could tell he was a really nice guy. He had to have good manners, to be cleaning up like he was.
Unless, of course, he was some sort of psycho and was just washing off his scalpel and tools.
I chuckled, knowing better than to dwell on thoughts like that.
I just wanted to see if he was going to be worth my time. I never do things like this for money, not really. I never go with anyone I think is ugly. I have a wide variety of delicious tastes when it comes to sex, so I am not usually disappointed. Lucky for me, I'm good enough that people pay me.
He came out of the bathroom, and slipped his own shoes off by the door. He reached into his overnight bag and pulled out a CD of his own. Winking at me with his sparkling eyes, he popped it into the stereo and turned it up.
It was some sort of folksy Celtic music. I didn't recognize the singer, but I knew the tone of it. It was a woman singing in Irish-Gaelic or something like that. And she had the most haunting voice I had ever heard. It left me dumbstruck.
The man walked over to me and put out his hand. I took it and stood up off the bed where I had been sitting to take off my shoes. He was a bit taller than me, and he smiled at me appraisingly.
