A Memory to Forget of a Blonde Escort

He had never imagined that anybody could have ever intimidated him the way she had. He had successfully met with hundreds of strong individuals and powerful men and women in his lifetime, and had never felt an ounce of nervousness. It was impossible then that an escort, could make him feel the way he did. As he stood on his balcony looking down at the traffic, he could feel a strange feeling in his gut, something alien almost close to that feeling he had only read about- butterflies in his stomach.

He could recall her blonde hair perfectly, those fine curling strands that framed her face like a halo against the bright light she stood before. The bright red lipstick that she had worn that day had managed to catch a few strands of that blonde hair on her lips, and she had let them stay stuck to her lips as she had spoken to him. Only a few words she had spoken, but he knew she had framed them well. A planned charmer, a diplomat, in fact just like himself, only her trade was slightly different from his.

He had never thought he would need the companionship of an escort before. He had always received all the attention that he would ever need and then some, from women of all age groups. "My hands are always full" he would sometimes joke with his male friends over a drink. He nearly cursed himself now, for having given into a moment of weakness, the sense of curiosity that overwhelmed him when he had absolutely nobody to talk to that night in New York. "I should have kept myself busy with work" he said out loud, as he recalled calling the number of the escort agency that he found. "Would you like a blonde escort, Sir" he could still hear that crisp business voice on the other end. He should have said no.

He would never have met her then, she would never have walked into his hotel room. She would never have said the things she had said, taken off her clothes the way she had or taken off his. She would never have scared him with her touch or make his skin goose pimple with her breath. He would have never lost her if he hadn't found her and never been haunted by her voice or her touch or her very blonde hair.