I had an interesting experience today. At least as a punter watching a lady ply her trade, but not with me. I had taken said lady out for dinner, her birthday. As the dinner started she took a call and a booking. It was very close by to where I was staying, and it was timed so that we could finish our meal together. From my view I was not jealous or perturbed in any way. I was more interested in her reaction. As the time approached she became very focused on the job to come. Dinner was running late, so my priority dropped and you could sense the excitement and exultation in the air, and the professionalism, was she dressed well enough for the session, (no pretty lingerie as she was out for a traditional date with me). She 5 minutes before the appointment, plenty of time to get to the hotel.
The long and short of it was I was left on my own in the restaurant, with odd sidelong glances from the waiter and waitress. Had I been dumped, had there been a big argument. I admit I was so tempted to say I was her pimp, and that she had gone off to work. I didn't, mainly because I eat there regularly in that restaurant. I was though oh so tempted.
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