The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38

... Donald felt hers curl against his. “I love you, Lindsay, and care about you. I’vealways loved you. You don’t need to be taking unnecessary risks like this. You’re too good for this … this …profession.”

Her already pale visage grew leeched of any color. “I know, Donnie. I know.” She raked a trio of fingers through her hair. “But COVID has really wrecked my life. I can’t survive making pennies at a supermarket. I’m safe when I work outside the brothel. I’m discreet, I keep a low profile. I won’t get into any trouble. I know what I’m doing.”

Donald forced his spine upright. “And I don’t want to hear you call yourself atransaction ever again.” The disappointment that whiplashed across his face wasn’t for dramatic effect, it was real. He looked around again before pinning her with a glare. “You’re Lindsay Anastacio. You’re special, you’re unique, you’re precious, and you’re the nicest, most sweetest girl I’ve ever known. You arenot a transaction. Every guy who has paid money to be with youfucking loves you.”

Donald sat back in the booth, shoving a hand through his own hair in frustration. And, he could admit, hurt too. “I’ve read all the online reviews about you. Every single post, every single word. Those guys would tradeany andevery aspect from their lives to be with you full-time. You are not a transaction; you are the unattainable ideal that became attainable for an hour, two hours, whatever they got, and every single one of those men now wishes they could have an ...

... eternity with you.”

Lindsay’s cheeks got a little pink and she torqued her lips together, shaking her head. “I doubt that.” She chuffed out a breath that seemed resigned. “You just don’t understand, Donnie. All I know is prostitution. That’sall I know. It’s so easy for you, my parents, and younger sister, to tell me to quit. I could say the same about you. Why don’t you quit video gaming? All your online stuff and social media? Easier said than done, right?”

Donald sat in silence for a while, absorbing this. It was the first time he’d ever considered that, despite Lindsay’s happy-go-lucky aura and rockstar lifestyle, she may have been suffering just like he was.For clearly different reasons, of course.His heart thumped against his ribs. “What got you started in this?”

“I began researching and gathering data about the industry when we were still in high school. I wanted to work in a brothel once I turned eighteen. It was the quickest route out of Citronelle. Yeah, my family may have given up on me – and there is no way to fix that, obviously – but continuing to work and earn money like this just makes a lot of sense. I enjoy what I do, Donnie.” She swallowed, staring at him. “I don’t feel abused or violated, at least in a bad way. I don’t feel the need to stand in the shower for hours on end and scrub my vilified body after each client. There are both good parties and bad parties, good johns and bad johns, but doing this generally makes me happy.”

Donald’s brow ...