I led her to the living area which is adjacent to the dining room.  We walked into the kitchen and then into the bedroom and its connected bathroom.  She’s looking in amazement the entire time we’re on the tour.  She was especially excited when we arrived at the bathroom.  You should have seen her face when she saw there was a sauna, a shower and a large Roman themed bathtub with 8 whirlpool jets, she literally squealed in delight.

Although I’ve been with a lot of girls, I’ve never had sex with a hooker and had no idea what the expectations were.  I could assume but I wanted to make sure because but I want the blonde to feel at ease around me, so I set out to be a good hostess.

“If you want, you can take a shower or have a bath before you leave.  I really don’t mind.”

“Thank you, but I can’t take you up on your offer, it’s against the rules.”  She lowered her head with a disappointed voice.

“Who will know?  It’ll be our own little secret.  I promise!”

“Okay, then yes.  Thank you.”   She says with a smile on her face.

“You’re welcome.” I shuffle my feet like a nervous 13 year old.

Again there was an unpleasant silence, but I tried not the laugh because I knew she wouldn’t appreciate it.  So is it time for sex or are we suppose to get to know each other better?  I look at her hoping for a hint, a sign, some form of movement on her part but I notice instead that she’s still wearing her trench coat. 

“Can I take your coat?  I didn’t notice you were wearing one when you arrived.”  I looked away hoping she wouldn’t notice my blush.

The blonde pulls off the coat and hands it to me.  I reach for it and shock immediately graces my face.  The inside crook of her left elbow was littered with needle marks.  I couldn’t help but stare at the track marks, which she noticed.  I looked up at her face and saw that she was getting uncomfortable with my reaction.  I extended my hand to grab her left arm but she pulls back, away from my reach and wondering, questioning fingers.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you or hurt you.  Do you think a rock star like me is innocent?  I’ve been around the block more than a few times.”  I tell her, seeking out her eyes to make contact with mine.  When our eyes do connect, I see the hurt, sadness, pain, fear, and every other type of emotion raging through those beautiful eyes of hers.

Glancing down, she whispers softly, “No?”  She lifts her head again, locks eyes with me and gives me an innocent, sweet little face that no other girl could do.

That’s when I knew I want to know everything about her. I want to know what lead her to this type of life where she has to sell her body. I would never have guessed that a girl with such an angelic face would be a junkie and a prostitute.  An urgent need to rescue her and take care of her rushed through me like an emotional tidal wave.  I want to feed her because she looks malnourished and way too skinny.  I want to clothe her because her clothes look tattered and worn.  Most importantly make her smile and I want those smiles to reach her eyes, something they don’t do currently.  Plus, it looks like she could use a hot shower or relaxing bath.