Misinterpreted Love

When I hear the bell ring, I rush to take my place in line. I position my body just so, hoping that ebony silhouette will pique your interest.

One by one you go down the line and my pulse quickens and my heart skips a beat because I know that if I'm the chosen one, then our mini romance will help finance my new car. "I want her," you say as you pick up your bag. I take your hand and navigate you through the winding hallways. My palms grow sweaty and I realize that the closer we get to my domain; the game of romance can begin.

As we walk through my door, I grin like a Cheshire cat. Before the door has a chance to shut, you come to me. "Wait," I say, "first things first. We haven't negotiated the price for this romance." "Ok," you say as you pull out your bag of tricks. Baubles and beads, blue boxes with white ribbon labeled Tiffany. How many boxes are in your bag of tricks I don't know and I can't tell, but the more you pull out, I even see some boxes labeled Chanel.

All this stuff is really nice but I can't work for trade. And although I'm not a mathematician, I do know that if the house gets 50% of the top that I have be real careful when it comes to negotiating a price for my love. I also know that half of 10K is 5K so I say "is that OK with you baby?" You hand me the black piece of plastic and it makes an imprint on my mind. 346791 is the authorization code to finance our romance: the deal is done.

I position myself on your lap and you begin to rock me as you mouth the words of Luther: "Let me hold you tight, if only for one night. Let me keep you near, to ease away your fears. It would be so nice, if only for one night...."

If is the key word because you know like I know that time is money and money is time, and I can't let you have me for an entire night – but I will, if the price is right. "Baby I love you" you tell me, "no one but you can make me feel the way I do" you tell me.

Yeah, I love you too. I love the money you spend on me and I love when you come to see me. I love how you feel in me and I love the gifts you bring me. And I know if I love you with enough ambition, I can even get you to pay my tuition because, you know I'm only doing this to pay for school. Six more months and I'll have my degree in finance.

The bell goes off and your time is up. 5K for an hour – not bad. As I jump in the shower, I hear the bell ring and realize that I must hurry so I can take my place in line again.

Men cum in and out these doors hoping to find a wife, a girlfriend, or full or part-time lover. They cum here hoping to find the secrets of the fountain of youth, but that's just plastic surgery. So many breast augmentations have been financed by the many negotiations that have taken place behind these doors.

I know what you think of me. I see the disdain you have for me. I know what you say about me and I know what you think I do is degrading. I know you think I'm a hustler and that I lead men on and take their money..... You're right. I do lead men on and I do take their money. But you must remember I can't take anything from them that they aren't willing to give me.

You call me a whore, a tramp and you say I'm a slut and a skeez. You tell me that if the price is right, I'll drop to my knees and once again, you are correct. You say I'm no good 'cause I work in a brothel, a place you call a cat house, a whore house. I'll tell you where I work....

I work in a place where I can make your fantasy into a reality, where boys turn into men and repeatedly cum back again. Where husbands leave wives and wives sometimes leave husbands. I work in place where the lonely seek refuge between my honey-colored thighs. I work in a place where a man can rest his head and it doesn't matter which one, between my caramel hued double Ds and find peace, but just for an hour. I work at a place where romance is on the menu. I say "Welcome to Misses Ds where you can have it your way. Your choices are missionary, doggy-style, sideway, upside down, 69, cunnilingus, fellatio, vibrators and dildos – you'll have orgasms so fierce, you'll curl your toes."

For the right price I'll tell you baby I love you, I need you and want you. For the right price I'll beg you to hold me and comfort me. For the right price I'll be your mistress, your lover, your wife and even your friend. I'll cry out "oh God, oh God" and say your name over and over again. Whatever position you want, I'll give it to you, and your dreams and fantasies; I'll make all of them come true for you. But leave with you? No baby, that's not something I can do for you.

You become angry and the name calling begins. You tell me that I'm no good and that you should have know that all cock teasers and whores are all the same. Shamed, you turn to leave, sulking all the while as you think about the five thousand dollars you spent for just an hour of romance.

And just like so many others, you too have misinterpreted my love.