the first rule of being an escort was the keeping a clear separation of your work life and private life. you had two names, one that your parents had given you and the one you chose for your clients to call you. you had two homes, one where you lived, slept, laughed with friends, relaxed at the end of a long day or night, had dinner with your family...you get the idea and then the one where you could entertain clients that didn't want to leave a trail on their credit cards by booking hotel rooms, where you conducted your business and set up appointments. you had two sets of clothes, the one that was really your sense of style and then the costumes that could transform you into whoever you needed to be. two phone numbers, email addresses, credit cards with those different names. two very different lives. it was so the lines never got blurred, so that things didn't get messy and complicated, so that you could walk away when your business dealings were done with no attachments because in a way it wasn't really you, it was a fictional made up person who had a completely different history then you, so no emotions transferred from one life to another tainting everything in your real life or your work life. christian had learnt all of this within the first few months of his training, yes one was trained to be an escort, especially if you weren't just going to be a pretty face on someone's arm for the night while they made their girlfriends jealous or that certain guy who never noticed them finally take notice. that's how he started off, that's how they all started, arm candy to swanky affairs, making the person that had hired them feel beautiful and wanted, desired and adored. that was easy, all chris had to do was mind his manners, smile, laugh, give the right amount of appropriate attention and at the end there was a nice fat paycheque in his bank account. four months of proving himself, of learning different ways to please a woman or couple, how to read people, delving into whatever role the client wanted and needed. all the while chris naively thought how hard could it be? it was just sex, sometimes kinky, sometimes really kinky, but he could handle it considering he had a healthy sexual appetite and a sense of adventure. nothing could have been further from the truth, christian learnt quickly that it truly was a delicate balancing act, one he thought he had mastered, until finley.
there was nothing easy or simple, no clear cut line when it came to finley. he had been hired to, as her friend had put it, pop that girl's cherry or she was going to be a virgin forever. not a normal job for him or his mistress who ran the service he worked for, virgins need not apply or hire, but they threw enough money at her that giselle couldn't say no and christian was chosen to do the deed. he had been impossibly nervous, this was something he hadn't actually be trained or prepared for, but it was all set up so it was like a first date instead of what it really was. he had been shown a picture of finley, told all of the things she liked and didn't, that she would want it to be romantic, slow, passionate, and tender. and christian had delivered all of that easily, from dinner at the five star restaurant which they quickly left after a couple of drinks to stuff their faces at some greasy spoon instead, laughing and talking as if they had known each other for years and were just catching up. that first sweet kiss that took her off guard when they were waiting for the light to change before crossing the street to grab dessert at this little cupcake shop, and quickly decided to get dessert to go. he had treated her like a goddess, pleasuring her in ways no other guy that had gotten close to her had, and when he finally drove his hips home against hers, taking her virginity it was more then just sex. they watched each other the entire time, fingers intertwined, kissing tenderly with passion till she was whimpering and moaning as he brought her to climax. they spent the night together, his arms wound around her tiny frame, having sex in the shower the morning after before breakfast in bed which he had made for her while she soaked in the tub full of bubbles. as he kissed her goodbye chris knew somehow that it would be the last time he saw her.
and that's why things were so tricky these days, he had broken the rules and let finley into his life, she even knew his real name now. in the beginning it really was just them hooking up, him just having sex for himself without a paycheque, he loved to make her cry out his name as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back or arms. loved to make her giggle and sigh when his lips brushed against the base of her throat which made her knees go weak. loved to just sit on the couch watching a movie or reading together, eating take out or playing footsies under the table in a restaurant. being with her was freeing because she knew what he did for a living and he could still be himself around her, he didn't have to censor everything he said like he did around his family and friends. it was too good to be true, which meant of course at some point something was going to go wrong, but for the moment chris wasn't thinking about that, he was just enjoying the freedom of being with someone that wanted him for him. he was just finishing arranging a job when he heard the knock on the door and her voice, which instantly brought a smile to his face. he hung up the phone and chuckled softly as he walked towards the door, hearing her foot tapping away. he pulled the door open and found finley in his arms so fast that he laughed against her lips while his arms wound their way around her waist. "nope, and i wouldn't have guessed it either." he smiled against her mouth before kissing her deeply, kicking the door closed gently and pulling her deeper into his apartment.