Bishop waited in the doctor's office anxious for what awaited him, for the past few months every time he woke up, ate, or did anything it was met with a long arduous cough. His chest ached thinking about it. Even though he always had an uncertain feeling whenever the doctors were mentioned to him. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to see them, and today was the latest checkup for a long bout against his tattered lungs.
An RN pierced through the awkward silence of the waiting room, she reviewed the name on the checkerboard before speaking. "Bishop Walker?"
He arose adjusting his polo shirt pulling on the seams so a little bit of his sides weren't exposed from the tugging of the belt.
"T-Thats me," Bishop spoke with an awkward stammer.
"Right this way please," The nurse didn't think anything of it, and she spun, guiding them both into the depths of the chambers of life and death, as well as the minor physical.
Bishop noticed her short hair wave at him as she turned. Her light shade of brunette sparkled under the bright fluorescent lights, and the shine guided his eyes to the rest of her. It took a little bit of willpower to not have a slight eagerness to look at her ass, which had a perfect shape and fit to her already well-worn scrubs.
"Okay, here is the room your doctor will meet with you any moment."
Bishop just nodded. He always hated these moments. Those pieces of time catch you at an odd time, between readiness and uncertainty. His friends and family kept telling him that it was maybe a case of bronchitis or a fit of asthma that he never realized was even there. In the back of his mind, however, it felt more than that, something inescapable.
"Hello, Bishop is it?" The doctor entered, carrying a stack of papers more so than any usual check-up.
"Correct."
The doctor nodded, forming a slight grimace as he sat down.
"So what did the tests say? Bronchitis? Asthma? What is it?"
The doctor sighed looking at the papers again. "I don't know how to tell you this Bishop but... You have a growing case of lung cancer...From the looks of it."
Bishop licked his lips and nodded, Even though it wasn't the punch in the gut like he was expecting. He still felt a sly hint of defeat.
"Now we can try and get you on chemo, get you on meds but that will only relieve your pain for some time."
Bishop looked away, feeling the coarseness of his hands. "I don't think I will be able to afford that, I only do construction... Do you think I can give it some thought?"
The doctor made a grimace looking as if he was afraid of that response. From what Bishop figured, if a patient said this, they weren't coming back. Which is what he had in mind.
'Of course," his doctor responded, "You know your way out."
Bishop nodded trying to hold back a few lines of water streaking from his eye. He didn't know what he was supposed to do anymore. As a matter of fact, from what he remembers from his life he isn't sure he had done anything at all.
He hasn't seen his friends and family for years due to his job, alongside this, he was practically a virgin. Only really ever having his shaft played with at the end of prom. Bishop thought of all the things he wanted to do. All the things he could do. And it struck him.
He was losing his virginity this weekend.
The moment Bishop returned home he was already booting up his laptop... Looking for the best, and most reliable site for an escort.
"There isn't enough time for me to try my luck at a bar or library." Is what he thought. Clicking on the first link he found when he typed the line 'Best escort site' in the search bar. He could have sworn that he was probably flagged by his local police for looking for a viable woman to spend the night with. But he didn't care.
It didn't even take a second for him to guide his pointer to the link of lust and desire. He took a moment to read the website description
Precious Comforts: For all your feelings that reside under the table.
Bishop felt like he was in the right place.
It seemed like hours for how many pages he scrolled through. Looking at every single member who was willing to fulfill his wishes.
First, there was a supposed shy but lovable companion. Bishop noticed that she had all the right angles to make someone stop for a moment. Even just enough to click on the link. From her profile. She was a petite Hispanic woman, with small curves and small perfect bumps breasts, which was just enough to make Bishop tug on his pants. Then another woman was right up his alley. She was a light skin woman with a nice round ass that jumped out of the frames of her profile pictures. And from the look of her profile. She was open to everyone and everything.
But none stood out more than the last profile he had seen. Her name was Iris, just Iris. Most escorts make it an unspoken rule to go by an alias if they aren't well-established. But it seemed like Iris was new, and she didn't care who knew her name or not. Bishop rested on her profile just respecting her honesty and openness:
I'm Iris. No, it's not some kind of sly nickname, my name is Iris. Let's cut to the chase. You wanna have sex with someone on this website. And like having it so why not pay me to do so? Hit me up if you ever wanna chat. Later.
Iris was not only open but was goddamn beautiful in Bishop's eyes. She was a curvy Asian woman whose light brown eyes struck right at the camera. Her lips were plump and glossy pink. And her hips were bountiful with an ass to boot. Which made itself known from the royal purple lingerie that she wore for her profile pictures.
In every sense of the word Bishop knew she was the one. He wanted her in every sense of the word. And so, he sent her a message. Hoping for a response
Bishop bounced his leg against the table's supports. It took an awkward back and forth for a few days to even find the time to meet each other. The two settled on the first Saturday of the month. At a local coffee shop.
"It's already 11:15 she's late," Bishop spoke to himself. Sipping his coffee. He pursed his lips together feeling the aftertaste. He wasn't much of a coffee person, favoring energy drinks more since they were more convenient for his job. Plus, he didn't like doing the dishes.
Once he pressed his mug back down he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey, Bishop right?" A rough but gentle voice spoke out.
"-yeah, yeah you Iris?" He nearly choked on the rest of his coffee
"Well, who else would it be?" She said in a curt tone.
She exited Bishop's peripheral before reentering to sit at the chair across from him.
"You're late by the way. You said noon, it's currently 11:17 a.m." Bishop opened up.
"Well... it's a good thing you haven't paid me yet." She said before pausing "So why do you want this?"
Bishop pushed his coffee to the side, attempting to add sweetener "Want what?"
"Come on man you want me to spell it out for you? THIS." Iris gestured to herself letting the edges of her fingers rest at her cleavage poking from her jacket.
"Are you sick of your wife or something?"
"I'm not married, and what does it matter you're getting paid right."
"Of course, I simply like to know why my clients have... well this desire."
Bishop paused a little wondering if he should tell her the reason "It's personal."
Iris scoffed "okay... okay... Interesting motive."
Bishop raised an eyebrow "What about you? Why are you in this profession?"
"It's personal," She responded pressing her tongue to her cheek
"Touche."
They both paused a little each taking sips of their drinks
