I had never imagined that I would feel this way for my client. His name was Mark. A guy that called my escort agency on a Friday morning. He wanted to see me at 8pm for three hours, and instantly I knew what kind of guy he was. As a high class escort working for various London escort agencies, I charged a rather high hourly rate. So he must be either a banker or someone who worked long hours, with no girlfriend, no social life, nothing else to do, and that's why he needed a beautiful escort's companionship at eight o'clock on a Friday night. I somehow felt slightly sympathetic towards him, he probably lived a very boring life too. For three hours I thought... I would have to try my best to entertain him.
With this presumption in my head, I rang the door bell of this beautiful flat, waiting for Mark to answer the door. To my completely surprise, the man that stood before me was tall, toned and handsome. His hair was combed back in a fashionable manner, and his eyes were dark, thoughtful and strangely familiar. He was wearing a nice shirt with detailed cuff links, dark jeans and designer shoes. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, and I could just see the tanned skin and the right amount of chest hair on his chest muscles. I almost felt a little twitch in my heart but I quickly brushed it off. He greeted me with a bright smile, and led me into his bachelor's pad that was simple and sleek. After we sat down, he started the conversation slowly: 'Hi Jessica, how have you been? It's been a while.' Oh my god, my heart was beating so fast I lost all my words. This was Mark, the boy that sat next to me in Year 5! It had been more than ten years ago when we were all still just children. We had always liked each other and unlike the usual teasing and practical jokes played between boys and girls, Mark and I had always got along excellently. We would walk home together after school and help each other with homework. I really liked Mark, but I never admitted it. It was like an innocent and sweet first love I had when I was ten years old!
But after my parents decided to move to London, I had lost contact with Mark. It had been more than a decade now, and I could not believe that Mark was sitting in front of me. He was all grown up and much taller than me now, his jaw line had defined, shoulders had broadened, but the stare from his eyes and the dimple on his cheek when he smiled had not changed. He had not forgotten about me, so he looked me up and here we were, he had found me. 'Would you like a drink?' he asked. 'I had booked a nice restaurant at 8:30pm in Mayfair I hope that's alright.'
We spent the next 3 hours catching up, chatting, drinking wine and enjoying beautifully presented food in over sized plates. Mark felt so familiar yet distant, and it was hard for me to keep on reminding myself that he was a client and I was on a job. Time really did fly when you were having fun. Before I noticed it, we had finished our desserts as well as our time together, and I had to be going. I found myself in a dilemma, I felt such a connection with Mark that I wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, but I didn't want him to extend the hours as I didn't want to sleep with him as a working escort. Plus I had to leave because I had other clients waiting for me. I had never imagined I would feel this way about a client. I stared into the dark sky and the dying light of a few twinkling stars, feeling torn.