He was standing at her door step, waiting to be invited in.
Julia could all but stare at his tall, lean frame. He was certainly what many women would think as honestly, and sincerely handsome. Rugged, yet there was a touch of gentleness to him. She blushed when she realized she was staring, but she just could not help it. Smiling shyly, she stepped aside to let him into her tiny apartment.
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"You have got to be kidding me," Luke inwardly said to himself as the door opened, finding himself faced to faced with a mere teenager.
A little girl!
Okay, so he was not much older. 27, to be exact, and he was a male escort after all. But that does not mean that he liked the thought of getting paid to have sex with young girls. There is just something extremely wrong about that. Usually, the age group of his female clientele ranged from late 30s to the 50s. And yes, he goes only one way, thank you very much.
Seeing the girl standing there, looking all lost at sea (a little defiantly lost at sea), he blurted out, "How old are you?"
Her eyes widened at the abrupt question, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"22," She replied, clearly, distinctly. Her voice was like crystal glass. And it was all so contradicting, because she looked ready to bolt out the room.
Luke composed himself. Yes, he can do this. All he had to do was just act normal and do not let her see how flustered he was. He smiled at her and stepped in to the hall, taking a look around. It was a small, cosy place. Tiny space, but superbly done up. The wild mix and mash of vibrant colours from the furniture to the wallpaper were exquisitely wonderful. Taking in a deep breath of awe, he turned around to find her standing rooted to the exact same spot, staring at him.
"Why don't you close the door and come sit with me?" Luke took off his leather jacket and sat on the royal blue sofa. It was a two-seater. He ran his hand over his freshly cut hair, finding them not much to run over.
He watched the girl, Julia, slowly close the door and make her way over to him. She was actually very pretty, in a sad, soulful way. The chestnut waves of hair curtaining her face were breathtaking. With her pale skin, and thick lashes framing her almond eyes, Luke seriously wondered why the hell he was invited to spend 'a night of pleasure' with this young girl. She looked like one of the popular girls, not the cheerleader type (which used to be his type), but the quietly sexy and intelligent type. Surely, she should be out with her clique of equally good-looking friends clubbing at the latest hotspots in town?
Julia stood in front of him, uncertain of what to do. Wearing slim fitting jeans with a white tank top, she looked, well, simply gorgeous. Her eyes were downcast, unsure beyond measure.
Now, Luke thought, this girl is one weird package.
He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him. Expecting to find some resistance, he was surprised to find that she fluidly allowed herself to settle down beside him. He turned to face her, still holding her hand in his, and said, "Tell me what you want. Any fancies? And special requirements?"
She looked straight into his eyes and replied, "I want to lose my virginity,"
Did he hear that right?
"What?" He asked, somewhat stupidly.
She tugged a part of her locks behind her ear and repeated her sole 'requirement' for the night.
Luke pulled his hand away from hers. He immediately regretted doing that because she looked slightly hurt at his action. The blank stare in her eyes was dangerous. It was as if there was no life behind it. It was the look of a person who had lost hope. Such a waste, because those brown eyes were very, very alluring. He gave himself a mental shake of the head. This night is just getting weirder and weirder.
"Look," She continued, pleadingly, impatiently, "I know what you think. What kind of loser would want to hire a male escort in order to lose her virginity right? Judge me all you want. But you don't know me at all. This is my life. And I am paying you to do what I ask for. I want this."
Her last sentence came out in a whisper. More for herself, than for Luke.
He searched her face for some further, helpful explanation. When he got none, he replied, "Yes, you are right. I have no right to judge. But help me understand. Why? You are obviously a very attractive girl... Guys worship girls like you. This doesn't add up..."
Julia flashed a look of amusement. "I do not need you to understand me. And I thought as long as I pay you, no questions are asked, right?"
Slightly wounded by her stereotyping his profession, he took her hands, wrapping it tightly, tenderly in his.
"Alright then. No questions asked. For now. But you must promise me one thing."
Julia cocked an eyebrow.
Staring deep into her eyes, as if trying to transfer all the willpower he could get into her, he said,
"Promise me not to kill yourself,"
Julia burst out laughing at what Luke said. She laughed so hard at the thought of her committing suicide. Yes, she did thought about it. The enigma to suicide, not the desire for the act itself. To think that he would think of her like that, she must be in really bad shape.
He watched her as she laughed freely. Patiently, indulgently.
Then, suddenly, he cupped her face in his hands, and pulled her up to face him. He was so gentle and loving; it was hard to imagine him as a male prostitute. As if moving in slow motion, he leaned down to kiss her.
Julia gasped at the touch of his lips on hers. A mere feather of a touch. It was all so sudden. He tasted of coffee, and mint. Her eyes fluttered shut to feel all of it. Luke pressed on deeper, leaning on her to be closer. His tongue licked her lower lip, and then coaxed her to open her mouth. She obliged, with much shyness. His hands ran through her hair, while she did not know what to do with hers. She was oblivious to everything but the kiss. A surge of electricity shot through her body down to her crotch. As Luke tongued her with increased passion, she struggled to breathe for air.
Pulling away, she seemed bewildered, and dazed. Oh lord, was this how it felt like to be kissed? Luke looked at her curiously.
"I have never been kissed," She whispered, as a way of explanation. Her face was in flames of fiery red.
Luke said nothing, but looked equally bewildered at what she said.