I'm sure that it is hard to imagine needing a break from a job where all you do is have sex with sexy celebrities. I wouldn't have believed it myself until I experienced it. In nearly a half a year on the job, I had worked for two women and had very little time off. Before The Agency found me, I would date a woman for a month or so and get to have sex a few times a week. When I was single, I would normally only get to have sex on the weekends when I'd meet a fun lady in a bar.
As lame as it sounds, I was not physically prepared for the toll daily sex would have on my body. The Agency, obviously knew though, as they provided me with a month break to try and recuperate. The break provided me with the time I needed to rest, relax and catch up with my friends.
At the end of the first week of my break, my friends took me out to our favorite bar for a night on the town. While I had needed the break from sex, I was used to the daily release that was no longer being fulfilled. That night, I was looking for a good romp in the sack.
The bar was hopping that night, with plenty of beautiful women to choose from. I sat back for a while and talked with my friends as they began to hit on women as they passed by our high table. Two of my friends left with some girls, and our group began to dwindle as midnight passed. I could no longer sit back and wait, I needed to find my girl for the night.
The bar was loaded with women, but I had enough experience to know which girls to target. Avoid the girls that are in large packs of friends, as they are harder to get to leave with you. Women by themselves are the easiest to pick up, but can tend to be a little crazy. The goal is to find a woman who is there with just one or two friends. This helps keep the interaction light, but is a small enough number to pull the girl away from the group when the time is right.
I had been eyeing one table in particular that night. The table had three women who appeared to be just past college age. One was a redhead who was very thin with a few freckles on her face. She wore a green sundress which flattered her petite body. Another girl was a blonde who was a little bit heavy set. She wore a teal dress that was less form fitting, but still showed off an ample amount of cleavage, which accentuated her large breasts. The final girl was my target. She was a short brunette with long hair and a figure that was somewhere between her two friends, not heavy but not thin. She was wearing a tight red top and a short black skirt. Her top showed just the smallest peak at her cleavage, but was enough to make me want to see more.
I went to the bar and got refills of each of their drinks and brought them to the table. This was my customary move, as it was a friendly gesture to win over the friends, but also made my intentions clear.
"Hello, ladies," I said as I handed them each a drink, "I couldn't help but notice that your drinks were getting low. These drinks are on me and I hope that you all have a wonderful night."
"Oh, that is so sweet! Why don't you stay for a minute and chat with us?" the redhead said gesturing to the empty seat between herself and the brunette.
We began to small talk about the weather and what each of them did for a living. I pretended to be interested in what each of them did for a living, but made sure to show extra excitement about the brunette's job as a physical therapist. I made sure to give her a few playful rubs on the back as we talked. I could tell she was warming up to me as she flashed me her cute white smile more and more often. She placed her hand on my leg and I froze.
This was normally the point in which I politely excused myself from the table to leave for the evening, but asked the girl I was interested in if she would like to join me for a walk home. Now I wasn't always successful with the tactic, but it either led to sex or a polite turndown by the lady that I asked. It was a foolproof plan. Yet, in this moment, I couldn't muster the courage to ask the brunette to leave with me. The setup had been perfect and all I needed to do was ask, but the words wouldn't come out. I politely excused myself from the table and said that I needed to head home. The brunette's smile faded to a confused stare as I turned and walked from the table.
I was a few blocks down the road and was kicking myself mentally for not having the courage to finish the deal. Everything had gone according to plan, but for the first time I froze at the most important moment. I couldn't understand what happened.
I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling trying to process what had gone wrong. Twenty minutes passed before it finally hit me. Over the last 5 months, I had sex daily and it was always understood that it was going to be available. The chase was gone. The client had me whenever she wanted and we both knew it. I never had to ask, and in that moment in the bar, I froze because I realized the answer might be no.
I reached into my nightstand and pulled out the phone I had received in Jamaica. As I looked through the pictures of Jennifer Lawrence and myself, I was taken back to the sexy fun we had. I masturbated quickly and finally became relaxed enough to fall asleep.
I avoided the bar scene as much as I could the rest of that month. On one occasion, my friends convinced me to go and the same brunette was at the bar. She refused to make eye contact with me the entire night, obviously hurt I had not pursued her any farther than I had.
Three weeks in and I had not had sex with anyone other than myself. Masturbation had become my friend, as I could no longer find the motivation to try to pick up another woman. Friday nights turned from sitting at the bar with a beer in my hand, to sitting at home with my dick in my hand.
With one week left on my break, I decided I needed to get away from Los Angeles. I was stir crazy sitting at home alone all day, and needed some time in a different location. I didn't want to go alone, but all of my friends had work and couldn't take time off. As I flipped through my contacts, I realized that I had no one I could ask to go with me. Outside of my friends, the only person I had spoken with in my month off was Eliza. She had called to ask about the travesty that was the Kerry Washington assignment.
I stared at my screen as Eliza's contact info was pulled up. I couldn't ask my agent to go on vacation with me, could I? Would she even say yes? I knew I didn't want to go on this trip alone, but was I so desperate that I would call my boss? The answer is yes, I was that desperate.
"Hey Joe, what's going on?" Eliza said as she answered the phone.
"I'm about to go crazy sitting at home and decided that I am going to take my last week and go on an actual vacation. All of my friends are too busy with work and I really can't stand being alone any longer. Would you be interested in joining me? You are the only person I could think of that might be willing to come."
"I don't know if that would be wise. We have a business relationship that is different than most, but it is still a business relationship."
I thought about hanging up the phone, but I was desperate to have someone join me on this trip. I had to press the issue one more time.
