Last Spring I made a date to play golf with a client. She was selling a large beachfront house on Galveston Island. I like to combine business with pleasure, even though I suck at golf; but, I enjoy chatting with whoever I play with. And, it provides me with ample time to get to know the client whose listing I want; which, if I get it, will eventuate in a nice fat commission, for moi.
The problem was, just after I'd paid our greens fees, she called and canceled on me.
"Oouh, that makes me so mad," I shouted at my phone; after disconnecting the call, of course.
"Is everything alright?" I heard someone say behind me. Before I even saw her, I was taken with the voice of the woman that I heard; it was soft and sensuous. I turned and beheld the most alluring woman I'd ever seen.
"Oh, ah ... it's nothing ... just had a client cancel on me," I told the stranger as I unabashedly stared at her. She was drop dead gorgeous.
"I'm so sorry for interfering, I thought you were in some sort of distress," she said softly.
"Oh no, that's okay, I'm just ticked off because I've already paid our greens fees," I said, still looking miffed, no doubt.
"I'll get over it."
"Perhaps I could help with half the fees; I'd love to play nine holes with you, if you've got the time and don't mind playing with a stranger," she said, and she gave me the sweetest smile. How could I not accept her offer when presented with such a smile?
"Oh, why thank you, I'd love too ... maybe I can sell your house." I said. "I'm Joan, pleased to meet you." I extended my hand, for the customary perfunctory handshake.
"Sasha," she replied and took my hand; but instead of a perfunctory shake, she took my hand in both of hers and held it.
"House?" She said, looking a bit perplexed.
"I'm in real estate." Her hands were soft and warm. My hand, sandwiched between hers, didn't want to be let go.
She laughed, "Joan, I think we're going to become great friends," she said with a wink.
Then my new friend Sasha surprised me. She hugged me. Not an automatic girlfriend hug, but an embrace that expressed emotion; affection, even. Surprisingly, it made me feel ... loved?
I was astonished by her intimacy; I didn't know this woman. Who hugs a perfect stranger, with so much feeling? But I realized my heart was racing. I had loved it, and I loved her brazenness; there was something about her that was really getting to me.
I eventually suggested we get our clubs and a golf cart; which is what we did.
On the first tee, I gave my ball a whack and watched it dribble a few yards toward the fairway; topped it, as usual.
"Why don't you take a mulligan?" Sasha suggested.
"A what?"
"A 'do over' ... you don't play a lot of golf, do you?" She said.
"Not really, just with my real-estate clients occasionally. Oh, here ... let me give you my card. Constant shameless self promotion, that's what real-estate is," I told Sasha, handing her one of my business cards.
I hit another ball; it went a respectable distance on the second try.
"Thanks for the 'do over'. So what do you do for a living, girl?" I asked, as she tee'd up her ball. When she smashed her ball it easily traveled almost twice as far as mine. I mumbled something like "nice."
"Adult relaxation ... fancy word for massage therapy." She said.
I pondered her words for a few moments, then blurted, "You said 'adult' ... what does that mean exactly? Like a massage with adult extras ... ah ... sex?"
"To be totally honest with you, I pull no punches. I'm an escort; no shame in my game," she said with that same alluring smile and a little laugh.
"Oh..."
To say I wasn't expecting her answer, well, 'understatement' doesn't begin to describe it. And like the hug she'd given me earlier that had kind of sent me reeling; her abrupt confession to me, a complete stranger, titillated me as much as her intimate hug. It was dawning on me just how much I really liked this somewhat odd woman and her quirky ways. It made me feel special that she though enough of me to disclose something so intimate about herself.
And, as her shocking pronouncement sank in, I found her revelation intriguing; exciting even. So, I proceeded to divulge my own revelation.
"Ok...I'm cool with that. I think it's hot actually." I said, somewhat hesitantly. I mean, I didn't even know this woman. But for some reason I could not explain, she excited me. She was getting my juices flowing, in more ways than one; because I had my own very deep and dark secret, something I'd never told another living soul. And once I start blurting, I find it difficult to stop sometimes - alright, most times.
"Truth? I've had a secret fantasy for a long time about being an escort," I said, and blushed bright pink.
"I read porn stories about it, and watch porn videos with escorts in them. It's really a major turn on for me." I blurted once more and suspected my face was fire engine red by then.
"Well it's been good to me, but I would never wish this job on someone else. I'm actually retiring soon. I've been putting most of my money in sound investments since I was twenty. After seventeen years, I have a nice nest egg, so it's time for something else; something for me," Sasha said, matter-of-factly.
"But I can see where you might think it's glamorous and exciting."
"Wow," was all I could think to say.
"We better keep playing or they'll throw us off the course," she said.
As we teed off on the next hole, I couldn't let the subject go. I said, "I still think it would be so exciting to meet with a total stranger and have sex with him."
"Or her," Sasha added. "I'm bi. I have female clients, too."
She continued, "And you're right, in the beginning it was exciting, but after a while the glamour wears off. It becomes almost mundane, just a job."
"It wouldn't for me," I said, with bravado unearned.
"Hmm ... well then, why don't you try it?"
We kept playing as we talked, lest the foursome behind us got pissed off with us for slow play.
"What do you mean? Try what?" I asked, not quite sure where she was going with our discussion.
