The Call

Sometimes I imagine if I could be a call girl. It isn't about the money. Just the feeling that I could make love and give pleasure to a stranger that was willing to pay to be with me.

One of my little fantasies is to be requested to come to a party with a little black mask on my face and a black silk robe clutching to my body. As the door is open I see several masked women and men of all ages. And they all want one thing... Me.