She’s Fat

I remember when Miss M told me that I would have to sleep with anyone and everyone if I ever become a server. The idea was very repulsive, and I dropped the decision of becoming an escort. Three Megan Foxs is what I wanted, not three Megan Foxs in one. My first client was chubby. We spent that evening talking about how men are just shallow. How all that men want is sex with beautiful models, and even if the sex isn’t perfect or fulfilling with them, men don’t see the overweight girl who’d do everything to please them. Is being attractive really all about how much you can lie about the intercourse and hi 5 your other mates about? I had to pretend I cared, so I indulged in the conversation. Brought my best behaviour out and told her how wrong this was, and that not every man thinks like that. Reasons for intercourse like this is why marriages are failing ever so high these days and why men are cheating on their faithful wives. I can argue, I can think from others perspectives, and I can act. Well, necessary skills to doing well as an escort. It’s not all about the sex. It’s about company. It’s about making sure the client feels better than when they did before they met you. She was big though. Almost double my size. She hated boys. Very political, but naive and narrow in terms of seeing what the world wanted to show her. She didn’t like love and she didn’t like the society she was raised up in. So she think. The only thing I could understand is that she’s looking for that long lost love that was promised to her in her childhood before everything went sad. That friend who understood her without saying, and that boy who kissed her exactly where she needed and when she needed it. Such things were fictional for her, and she understood that it was easier to accept life and dislike men for their incompetency than to find the one who is a graceful prayer answered for her. Whose presence is enough to liberate her of her miseries and who is there to stay with her, share his presence with her forever. I enjoyed listening to her. When the night came, I wanted to sleep with her. I did. I didn’t charge her any money for the evening. We slept together every week for 6 months. I had previously though about it. And now I had seen the truth. Sex does change a person’s persona. The more she got friendly with me, the less she hated men. She did joke about it once in a while, but now her focus was on toning up and losing weight so she could perform better. Turn and bend with ease, and last as well as she possible could. She was beautiful. She had that jawline I didn’t notice before, and her things were really toned up too. She was enjoyable. She found a boyfriend and we parted. She wasn’t fat now.