S.O.S - I've been conned!

Escort Lesson #1:
Always hv a back-up exit plan.
I'm learning it the hard way. I am gurgling my throats out with iced lemon tea right nw after tt man kissed me!
I knew it. I should hv listened to my instincts. I should hv ran for my life when the girl at the recept told me tt e guest at rm 608 is not ang-moh, as I had told her.
The door opened sesame the moment I pressed e doorbell. I was horrified when I saw his face and beneath e layers of make-up I swear I went pale.

John is an 'oompa loompa'.

I stepped in anw n John asked me if I wanted to wash up first. I jumped at e chance to compose myself n hoped into e bathroom.
In e grey tiled claustrophobia, I was pulling my hair out, thinking hard to cough up an excuse to leave or should I say, escape.

Then I took a deep breath n slid open e bathrm door.
'John, I think we hv a problem. I dont think I can do this.
'I'm having my period'.
John's face dropped as he gasped in sincere disappointment.
'But I really like you. What bad luck,' he sighed.
Well at least he didnt flare up into a temper or demanded to check my panty stain or something.
'Yeah, I'm really sorry (not). I was really looking fwd to this (cos I didnt think it would be you). This is so unexpected (yeah. very!)
'Can I hv a hug at least?' and he came close and threw his arms ard me. I was not surprised when he pecked my cheeks. I obliged, almost feeling sorry for e man. Then he planted his lips on mine, and I felt like I had died a terrible death.
I quickly pushed him away and made my way out, feeling repulsed.
'Wait, I'll send u to e lift. U need e room card-key to go down'. I stopped in my tracks and smiled politely,
At e lift, John handed me a tenner. 'For your cab fare. Thanks for coming.'
'The emails... John Mills... Its not ur real name?' I probed.
'Yeah, its not my real name. I hv to b very discreet. My name is ****. I'm a doctor'.
OMFG.
I simply nodded to conceal my horror. 'I understand (but no less repulsed)'.
I was glad he didnt try anything while we were in e lift. The journey down from e 6th floor seemed to last forever.
When e lift door cracked open, I made a 100 metre dash that my P.E teachers would hv been so proud of. But not before gracefully saying goodbye.
I was half-running as I searched for a hide-out. I needed to get out of these fuck-me pumps. Pronto!
So here I am. Beating myself up with Clorets n iced lemon tea. Is there bleach somewhere? If I had let tt man touch me out of my will n purely for e money, then THATS prostitution. Whats worse is I had earlier obliged to a discounted rate. It wouldnt be enough to pay the fee for the shrink. Not to mention I would b traumatised for life.
Lessons to learn:
#1: Have an exit plan. U never know what's going to happen.
#2: Listen to ur gut feelings/ instinct (or they will stop talking to u).
#3: Never let the clients dictate the price. Haggling is simply unacceptable (what is this? the fish market?). If they cant afford my rates, there are others who can. I've learnt tt there is no way I can stand their faces n let them touch me, at a discounted rate. No elderly or student consession here, hun.
No money, no honey.
this time, i'm lucky... xoxo
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