If I’m honest, I’ve never been the kind of girl who enjoys the spotlight. I could play the confident London GFE escort when it was just me and one man in a room, but the truth? I’ve always been a bit of a wallflower. The idea of people watching, judging, whispering behind their glasses of wine — it terrified me. So when a client asked if I’d meet him for something a little… bolder, I almost said no. Everyone around me insisted I should take it, that the money was too good, that I’d be fine. Maybe I caved too easily, maybe I was curious. Probably both.
He met me outside a Chelsea club, and right away I felt that odd sense of safety you sometimes get with strangers. Polite, steady, not the kind who needed to prove himself. His hand brushed my back as we walked inside and my stomach flipped. There was no backing out now.
I ordered a Mojito almost without thinking, more for courage than taste. He brought the drinks, smiled in that unhurried way, and we made small talk that I barely remember. The thing hanging between us was too loud. Eventually I blurted out that I’d never done anything in public. My voice sounded ridiculous to my own ears.
He laughed, not cruelly — more like he was relieved. “Neither have I,” he admitted. That broke the ice. We laughed too much after that, like kids trying to hide nerves.
We danced, awkward at first. I don’t think either of us had rhythm, but it didn’t matter. After a few songs his hands slid lower, my body answered before my head could. Then his mouth was on mine and the noise of the club dissolved. I gave in.
Later, tucked away in a quieter corner, my back pressed to the wall, his presence blocking out the rest of the world, I felt that surge of panic again — and excitement tangled right through it. I trusted him, or maybe I just wanted to. Sometimes it’s the same thing. What we did there isn’t something I’ll spell out detail by detail, but let’s just say it pushed me further than I thought I’d go. My shyness didn’t vanish, but it loosened its grip.
Afterwards we laughed, embarrassed and giddy at once. He squeezed my waist and asked, “So, what about next time?”
I tried to play it cool, though my cheeks were still hot. “Next time?” I teased. But a small part of me already knew I’d say yes.
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