Beyond Appearances: Finding Your Own Way Chapter Thirty-three

Dear newspaper, It's January 26, 2008, and it's after 11:45 p.m., and I'm sitting here in my apartment, reflecting on my day and everything that's happened since the St. Paul's Day holiday. Yesterday, I spent part of the day at my grandparents' house and then went to Giovana's house, (my childhood friend), and for a moment, I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to tell her about my work as a luxury escort, but the fear of her reaction prevented me from opening my heart, where I chose to remain silent. Since I entered this world of sex, my life has changed dramatically. My appearance, my perfumes - now I only use the French - and even my clothes, once cheap and popular, are now international brands. But that's not all; my way of being has also changed. I feel constant pressure to become bolder, more seductive, more... vulgar. Sometimes I catch myself acting like someone I never imagined I would be. I'm using cocaine almost daily. And it's scary. Clients: Some of my most masculine clients make me uncomfortable. They're like wolves in men's clothing, disguising their true intentions behind a facade of respectability. Taking advantage of me in ways they wouldn't dare do with their wives or girlfriends. Many of them seem to lose their minds when they're stalking me, as if I'm a temptation they can't resist. Some of them use disproportionate force, treat me as if I'm just an object, something disposable. It's disgusting. Many of these encounters leave me physically painful and emotionally exhausted. But there are others that make all of this more bearable, that make me laugh and have fun during our encounters. <unk> This is the dark and lonely side of luxury escort life, a daily, a world of pleasures and pains, where the line between desire and despair is often blurred. Dear Diary Today, I only had one show, but it was enough to exhaust me. The client's name was Vandrey, 1st date, a tall man, with a face that I can't say is the prettiest, but his body... ah, his body was something to admire. He was 37 years old and the date had been set since January 22. Unfortunately, I couldn't meet you that day because of my period, but fortunately we were able to reschedule for today. We met at a hotel in downtown São Paulo at 8:00 p.m. for a meeting of an hour and a half. I went wild with my hairstyle, hairstyle, makeup, and look, opting for a more vulgar look, with black flannel panties, a black vinyl tomara dress, and silver high-heeled sandals. I completed the look with a wristwatch, necklace, and earrings that enhanced my beauty. Before leaving the house, I prepared a small carrier of powder (cocaine) and smelled to cheer me up. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I felt a mixture of emotions, I felt beautiful, it's true, but I was also excited because of the drugs, as is customary in this profession. After smelling cocaine, I was ready for anything that came my way. I grabbed my purse, walked down the street, and soon found a taxi to take me to the hotel. During my taxi ride to the hotel, which lasted about 20 minutes, I spoke to the driver, an elderly gentleman, identifying myself as a high-end prostitute. At the very beginning, he asked me how much I was charging per hour, and I, being honest as always, revealed the value of my service to him. Surprisingly, the driver admitted that he found the price too high. I asked, "Was it for him?" He revealed that, "Yes", and he was interested. I seized the opportunity and gave him five of my contact cards. So I made him an offer: "If he could get me 3 customers, I would give him a 60% discount to go out with me". To my surprise, the deal was successful, with the driver praising me repeatedly. When we reached our destination, I paid for the ride and asked for a receipt so that I could be reimbursed by the customer. It's interesting how unexpected opportunities arise at the most unexpected moments. Tonight was another one of those nights where I jumped into the game without looking back, and as I walked into the hotel, I could feel the curious looks of the other guests all around me, because a woman like me, who's six feet, eight inches tall, doesn't go unnoticed. Arriving at the front desk, I gave the name "Lara" and the number of the client's room, 812... and the receptionist didn't even blink and released me. When I got to the front of the suite door, I took a deep breath before I rang the bell. The customer took a while to open, and when he did, I came across a tall, ugly, wet-haired man wearing only a black bathrobe. I greeted him saying that I was "Lara", but he didn't waste any time and asked me to come in right away. As soon as I took the strap from my shoulder bag to put it on the table, he was already ordering me to take off my clothes. He also kept saying that I was beautiful and that I was going to "eat" a lot. I couldn't help but feel a shiver of discomfort. Well, I obeyed him, and I slowly took off my clothes for a man I'd never met, just floss and sandals in front of him, and he asked me if I was really 20 years old, and I said, "I'm 20 years old", even though I knew he would probably doubt it. Vandrey said, "You've wanted me for a long time, but I'm used to this kind of cheap flirting, it's just a game, a business, and I can't let emotions get in the way". Then he took me by the hand and led me in front of a mirror in the wardrobe. He commented on my body, praising it as if it were an object. When he pulled me from behind, he grabbed my breasts. He asked, "Did I still feel something when I was stuffed?" (he did not speak those words), but I was very uncomfortable, because the guy called me "stuck". To which I replied in the affirmative. Then Vandrey came closer, undoing the knot of his robe, and I, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror. Soon Vandrey took my hand, putting it on his "boy" that was already firm. He turned to me and we kissed, plunging into a world where the rule does not seem to exist. We exchanged caresses during the kiss. He was not bullied, he drove very cautiously. Vandrey sucked my breasts and kissed me on the neck. When he was tired, he was already asking me to bend down and suck him. I obeyed, I went down, I bent down, I took his "boy" hard and began to make the famous movement of sucking. I started by sucking slowly and then in a rhythmic rhythm, with the other hand massaging his balls, and I worked for five minutes with him taking his dick out and putting it in my mouth, and then I landed my mouth on his testicles and I licked him for a while with the other hand masturbating his penis. When Vandrey realized he couldn't take it anymore, he took his penis out of my mouth gently, and stared it right in my face, spitting his mockery at me. He let out growling groans, writhing his body as he made fun of me. Vandrey took two full minutes sitting on the edge of the bed to catch his breath, I went to clean up in the bathroom, he followed. <unk> Diary, it was another successfully delivered oral, it only reinforces my view of this world that I chose to be a part of. When Vandrey came back from his shower, he found me naked, sitting on the couch, drinking a can of beer, and then he sat next to me, facing me, and stared at my body. Suddenly, he took the beer can out of my hand and asked me to strip, obviously I couldn't say no. The suite didn't have a pole dancer to help me, but I improvised, rs. I started, timidly, slowly and sensualizingly, since I was naked, making a slutty face, touching my breasts, stroking my nipples, bringing my hands around my neck, my hair, moving my waist very slowly, rolling around, making an innocent face. In response, Vandrey started masturbating, making love signs, smiling, making a horny face, motivating me to keep going. That motivated me to keep going. The client told me, "For my height, until I danced well". I thanked him and went down to the floor, spreading my legs in front of him and showing everything to him. Then I landed on all fours, where I landed my hands on my buttocks, flashing to show who I was. Then Vandrey asked me to approach him, when I did, he asked me to turn my back on him, I obeyed, I turned my back on him with my butt stiff. He kept staring at me in that position for a while, and could not resist just staring at me, stood up to fill me with kisses, rs. He slid his fingers across my breasts and groped them. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back, arching my body, allowing Vandrey to lick my boobs slowly in a delicious game of seduction. Then he rubbed his fingers over my pink nipples and raised his lips on my left ear, leaving me with soft little licks. He went behind my body, wet two of his fingers with saliva, told me: "Open your legs a little". I obeyed him again, opening a little. Vandrey began to caress my ass, passing his fingers around it and around it gently. He also ordered: "I go to the sofa and stay on all fours". I went towards the sofa and stayed in the position the way he wanted. Hummm, Vandrey sucked me very nice on the ass, on the ass and on my "little boy". I enjoyed letting out a loud moan, his tongue was agile, wet and skillful. Then I went back to mommy him, always interspersed with sucking on his dick and his balls, otherwise he was joking ahead of time. Vandrey had a serious appearance, although he was not pretty, he had his charm. The client hardly spoke and when he said something, it was for me to do something. In short, daily, I was fucking with a stranger who chose me to spend an hour and a half with him, look at my responsibility. When he told me, "I'm going to stand on all fours because I want to eat my ass", I apologized to the customer, went to my purse to get my ice cream, came back, stood on all fours on the couch, where I asked the customer to apply it on the area. Vandrey obeyed me and applied it on me. Before he stuffed me. Vandrey put his tongue on my ass in a very pleasant way, so pleasant, that I commented with a voice of a rascal, the following: "Fuck my ass?" Vandrey smiled from ear to ear as he continued licking. He, who was not stupid or anything like that, then he stopped licking, put his mouth near my ear and whispered the following: "Do you want to give me your ass?" I replied: "Confirming that I wanted to". So he put his "boy" in the condom, and I said, "I want it to be really hot", and Vandrey agreed while he was jerking off to his member, staring at my KY-scented ass, and then I got up and asked him to come in real slow. Vandrey was poking me slowly, almost interrupting, when he passed his head at the entrance of my ass, he ended up getting in faster than I expected! It didn't hurt at all, because it was well lubricated. He poked me back and forth, grabbed my hips, then grabbed my shoulders, gave me some light slaps on the ass. But to my luck and his, the client lasted less than five minutes and mocked, whispering: "Oh, my God, oh, my God... " Until (he apologized to me for mocking fast). However, he continued to stick his stick in my rectum. So I asked him to take it off, that his "boy" was already softening. So he took it off! We took a well-deserved break after the post-sex, and Vandrey took off the used condom and went to the bathroom to dispose of it, and I remember looking at the clock and rounding it, and there was 40 minutes left. When he came back, we had another can of beer and talked a long time sitting on the couch. Then he asked: "How much time did he have?" I answered: "20 minutes". Vandrey warned: "I was going to want to fuck again, but now in the bathroom, taking a bath". So I took two items, condom and ice cream. We went to the bathroom and we went back to kissing and caressing. In the box, bending over, Vandrey sucked my pussy with my leg on his shoulder. It was delicious. Then I sucked his dick really fast to get him hooked. When he hooked up, Vandrey grabbed me from behind in the vagina. Pumped me for a while, holding my waist. Then we switched, grabbed me from the front, holding my right leg, stuck for a while, where we kissed a little bit. Finally, we came out of the box, he sat on the toilet and I went backwards, riding a little anal, with Vandrey holding on to my breasts and so he mocked, let loose moaning growls while I rolled on top. He said, "That, at the same time, I was young, I was also a bastard". I couldn't bear to hear that, I laughed like a girl. Then I got up from his lap and he took off the condom, we took a bath together, and we stayed there for a while, kissing and caressing, but no sex, because his "boyfriend" was asleep, and then we went back to the room, where I put on my clothes to leave. At the end of the meeting, Vandrey presented me with a box of Swiss Lindt candy. I thanked him by kissing his mouth! <unk> I left happy, with a good amount of money and a box of imported candy. The box is right here in front of me, I have not tried it yet, Rs. I don't have to ask, how much did I enjoy, even fucking an ugly-faced man with a kind heart? An hour and a half with him flew! See you next time, diary... With love, It was Fernanda.