When he wrote to tell her what he wanted to do, she didnt think it sounded that bad.
She remembers one man with worried eyes who dressed up in his mothers underwear and wanted her to kick him in the crotch. He paid for her to pee on him as he lay on the floor crying in pain, but she couldnt do it. She just grabbed the money and ran.
People get turned on by all sorts of things, Wille says with an embarrassed smile. Obviously you cant force anyone... I mean, you have to pay for some things. Im not expecting you to actually enjoy what you do.
It depends, but I do sometimes enjoy it if the mans gentle, she lies.
Naturally Sofia promises full discretion in her ad, but she still has one safety measure as a precaution. She keeps a diary at home, where she makes a note of the names and addresses of people shes arranged to meet, so that someone will be able to find her if she ever goes missing.
Besides, Tamara saw Wille once, just before she stopped working as an escort, got married and moved to Gothenburg. Sofia knows that Tamara would have posted a warning on the sex-workers forum if hed behaved inappropriately.
As long as you dont find me revolting and repulsive, the man says, taking a step closer to her. I mean, youre so beautiful, and Im... well, I know what I look like. I was OK when I was your age, but...
You look good now, she assures him.
Sofia thinks of all the times shes heard people say that escorts have to be like psychologists, but most of the men she sees never say anything personal.
Shall we go up to the bedroom? Wille asks lightly.
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Sofia follows him up the broad wooden staircase thinking about how badly she needs to pee. The soft carpet is held in place on each step by thin brass rods. The light from the large chandelier reflects off the varnished banister.
Sofias initial plan had been to concentrate on exclusive clients, the ones who were prepared to pay more for an entire night, ones who wanted company at a party or on a trip.
In the three years shes been working as an escort shes had maybe a couple of dozen jobs like that, but most of her clients just want a blow-job after work before they go home to their families.
The master bedroom is well-lit, dominated by an imposing double bed with beautiful grey silk sheets.
On the wifes side theres a Lena Andersson novel and a jar of fancy hand cream, and on Willes side theres an iPad with finger-marks on the dark glass.
He shows her the black leather straps hes already tied around the bedposts. She notes that theyre not new, the creases are slightly cracked and the colour has begun to flake off.
The room suddenly shudders and spins around a couple of times. She looks at the man, but he seems unconcerned.
He has white marks at the corners of his mouth, from toothpaste.
The staircase creaks and he glances towards the hallway before looking back at her.
I have to be able to trust you to release me when I say so, he says as he unbuttons his shirt. I have to be sure that you wont try to rob me or just run off now that you have your money.
Of course, she replies.
His chest is covered with fair hair, and hes making an effort to suck in his stomach while she looks at him.
Sofia thinks that she can ask to go to the bathroom once hes tied up. Theres an en-suite. The door is open and she can see the shower and a patch of gold mosaic wall in the mirror.
I want you to tie me up, and take your time with it I dont like violence or force, he says.
Sofia nods and takes her shoes off. She feels dizzy again as she straightens up. She looks him in the eye before lifting her dress up to her navel. It crackles with static. She slips her thumbs beneath the top of her tights and starts to pull them down. The feeling of constriction eases as the thin fabric puddles around her calves.
Perhaps youd rather be tied up instead? he asks, smiling at his suggestion.
Perhaps youd rather be tied up instead? he asks, smiling at his suggestion.
No, thanks, she replies as she starts to unbutton her dress.
Its actually pretty comfortable, he jokes, tugging gently at one of the straps.
I dont do that sort of thing, she explains breezily.
Ive never tried it the other way around... Id be prepared to double your fee if you did it, he says with a laugh, as if the thought surprises and delights him.
What hes now offering is more money than she earns in two months, but having to lie there tied up is much too dangerous.
What do you say? he smiles.
No, she replies.
OK, he says quickly, and lets go of the strap.
The buckle makes a tinkling sound as it hits the bedpost.
Do you want me to take all of my clothes off?
Wait a while, he replies, giving her an oddly searching look.
Is it OK if I use the bathroom?
Soon, he says. He sounds like hes trying to control his breathing.
Sofias lips feel strangely cool. When she raises one hand to her mouth she sees his face break into a wide smile.
He walks over to her, takes hold of her chin tightly, and then spits straight in her face.
What are you doing? she asks, as a rush of giddiness sweeps through her head.