This story happened about 7 years ago, when I was still married.
I was at a bar waiting for a friend. She texted me and apologized because she couldn't come. So, I just stayed there, alone and sad. I watched all the young and happy people. They were enjoying their lives, while I was stuck in an unhappy marriage.
I kept looking and imagining myself with some of them. I had a few drinks, which perhaps made me a little inattentive of how I was acting. I kept starring and smiling at young men without realizing I was doing it too obvious. I was a fat woman in my late 30s, so that was awkward.
Suddenly a young African American man approached me:
"So, you are available?"
"Huh?"
"50 Dollars?"
"What?!"
"I have a place nearby."
"What are you talking about?!"
"Sorry. Never mind."
He went away. I was so distracted that it took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. He had mistaken me for a prostitute! I felt ashamed and noticed that I was acting suggestively without realizing it. All that starring and smiling at much younger men had given him that idea.
I was a little ashamed and starred at the table. But I realized there was one good thing about the situation: A young man had found me attractive enough to pay for me. He wasn't bad looking and reminded me of a good relationship I had with my first boyfriend, who was a nice young African American, in my twenties.
I thought about the situation for a few minutes and it became less and less awkward. I was willing to be with him, but not as a prostitute. But I was too shy to simply tell him that. I also had a fantasy about being a sex slave for a strong dominant African American man. I thought perhaps pretending to be a prostitute could create a situation like that.
I came to a conclusion: The only way to overcome my shyness and make him act like the man in my fantasy was pretending to be a prostitute!
I stood up and went to him:
"Okay, let's go."
"So, you are available?"
"Of course."
I was afraid that people may notice what was going on, so I went out of the bar and he followed shortly.
"Why did you reject me the first time?"
"I was afraid you might be a cop."
He was muscular and had a serious face, so that made sense.
We went to his place, which was nearby. I think he realized that I was acting a little strange. I was happy, with a big stupid smile on my face. I haven't met many prostitutes, but I don't think they have such a big stupid smile on their faces when they are with their customers.