Bad Love

"Bad Love"

As I pull up my lacy underwear that he couldn’t even take off me because he was so horny, I think about someone he has at home that doesn’t know about this. I wonder if he’s thinking about them when we were doing it and regretting any moment.

Part of me can see why some men come for this. They want a bit of a freedom from the everyday sex that his partner gives. It’s like working in the same job over and over again you have to have a day off once in a while. But the beauty of them coming here is that they can have sex with me pretend for a few minutes that they are with someone else. I am someone else that he fantasises about and then we are done he pays me some money and I'm gone. The fantasy that is in the back of his head that he wouldn’t be able to ask his wife to act out has been fed and he can go back to how he was. Most don’t walk me out of the hotel room and leave me there to walk out on my own. But something possesses me to follow this man. When we were having sex he called me Angela. I wonder who this woman is and never before has this happened to me but I get up off the bed leaving the covers still crumpled and grab my coat. As I come outside of the hotel it is colder than I remembered and I struggle to get my arms in the sleeves, as I see the man who has left me behind walk on down the street. The sun is starting to set and as I walk along it blinds me each time it pokes out of the large buildings that tower over the top of me. I begin to wonder if I have had any of these other men who pass me in the street and if they ever remember me as I pass. Or if ever they do think they recognise me, do they see me or do they see the one that they wanted to see. Like Angela. The man ahead looks around and jumps onto the next bus. As I step on I see him sit near the back and I slip into a seat further forward next to a female who has her ipod in. The bus sets off and I stare at the front watching all the people get off making sure that it isn’t him leaving. Each time that buzzer goes off and the sign flashes my stomach flips. It is about another ten minutes until the buzzer next goes off and I watch as he walks past me and I wait a few seconds before standing up myself. As I get to the doors he stops and I freeze waiting for him to turn around yet he doesn’t and walks down the street to the right. As I step off myself the bus doors close behind me and the bus carries on down the road. I don’t even recognise where I am but for now this doesn’t matter and I follow the man with some distance as I don’t want him to see me. Then he turns into a driveway and enters the front door which he closes as quickly as he came earlier in bed. As I stand by the driveway looking at the average sized house with its double glazed windows and wonder if it’s Angela inside and if she wonders where he has been or why he has taken his tie before he got in the door or if Angela is even in there. A cat slowly walks up to me from underneath a small bush that was at the side of the garden. As the cat comes over and rubs in between my legs I pick him up and he begins to purr. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a small girl sat in what looks like a living room with the TV images flashing onto her face. Then the light flickers on and he walks into the room. I wonder what it would be like to settle down and have a family and do things with all of them and buy small bits for the house each month when you could afford them. But then he glances out of the window directly at me. I stand there without being able to move and he walks over to the window and grips hold of the curtains and closes them. I stand there just looking at them for a while no knowing what to do and then the cat begins to wriggle and I place him on the ground. He runs over towards the front door that has just opened. He stares at me and then says “What are you doing here, I paid you now piss off”. A smile spreads across my face; I turn my back and walk off back in the direction of the bus stop. I don’t have to glance back because I know he’s watching me walk away so I raise my hand and wave goodbye without looking. When I get to the wall I begin to laugh at myself at what I have done. As the bus pulls up and stops I turn around to see the name of the road. "Colt Street" I mutter to myself.

I lay panting on the bed as the gentleman in front of me begins to pull on his underwear. He was a cocky man and before we even got to it I knew he knew he was good at sex. He looks at me and gives me a wink and chucks an envelope on the bed. I rip it open and inside is the agreed money. He hasn’t fully put his suit back on and he says “Thanks ..... erm” .

“Angela my names Angela” I reply.
“Thanks Angela, hopefully see you soon” he gives me another wink and leaves the room. I then realise what I had said and I sit up.

I sit at the bus stop and the 607 comes around the corner. It stops in front of me and the doors open. No one else is at the bus stop with me and the bus driver calls

“Do you want this bus”

"Sorry no I...." Angela pops into my head "How much for Colt Street?"

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I hope you enjoyed this fictional piece on a made up prostitute. Keep yours eyes posted for part two. All content Copyright Michael Sweeney Photography apart from picture.