August 9, 2017
Today was a short shift—9:00 to 15:30—but it felt like a lifetime.
I was wearing a semi-transparent blue bodysuit. Looking in the mirror, I felt powerful, but the day started with a reality check.
Client #1: Renan. He was young, but age doesn't mean what you think it does in this business. He couldn't get aroused. Not until he pulled out his phone to watch adult videos. The whole encounter was cold, mechanical, like we were both just following a script. Porn addiction is a thief—it steals the soul out of the room. I'll never forget his name, mostly because he repeated it so many times.
Client #2: The Mischievous Gentleman. Right after Renan, I met a man nearly ninety years old. He was kind and full of life. We didn't do anything "concrete"—he just wanted to caress my legs and tell sexual jokes. That mischievous glint in his eyes made me smile. Sometimes, they just want to feel seen.
Client #3: The Father. This was a strange one. A man arrived with his son. The son chose Bianca, and the father chose me. He called me "angel" and told me I was sweet. He even asked if I often wore sneakers (I do). He wanted my number, so I gave him the establishment's card with my name on it.
I realized then that I needed my own line. I told Tony, and he actually went out and bought me a private SIM card. A new number. A new layer of the secret.
Client #4: The TV Man. After lunch, a man in a maintenance uniform arrived. I didn't expect much, but he was a creative surprise. Attentive, energetic—we used every inch of that room.
Client #5: The Mystery. He arrived thirty minutes before I was supposed to leave. He was... beautiful. So handsome that I actually felt shy. "What are you doing in a place like this?" I asked him, half-joking. He just laughed. He's a regular, apparently, but he didn't want to be noticed. He wouldn't even tell me his name. I could barely look him in the eye.
The Power Move
After work, I went to the mall. I needed a new "armor" for next week: a blue lingerie set, two black ones, one red, and one patterned.
That's when I saw him. Dhomini. He was working in one of the lingerie stores. I know they work on commission. I walked in, looked him right in the eye, and then specifically asked for a different girl to serve me. I let her go to the back, get the stock, and take the sale.
I watched him realize what was happening.
Dhomini already had my tears. He will never have my money.
Author's Note: Did you catch that ending?! 💅 Sometimes the best revenge is living well (and spending your money elsewhere).
Starla's journey is just getting started!
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