Sloppy Wet Kiss: Lying With Christina (2)

By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe:

I walked into the kitchen and he said, 'Good morning Christina. You woke up just in time for breakfast.' I stared at him for a moment while at the same time cursing myself in my head. I had committed the cardinal sin in my profession. I had overslept. I looked around at his apartment and saw all the beautiful paintings and vases that I should have stolen the night before and my heart sank. I had missed out on a very good pay day.

I sat down at the counter in the kitchen and he beamed a smile at me and said, 'So, Christina, did you sleep well?' I managed to nod my head and he smiled again. Goodness, he had such a beautiful smile. I looked at him, almost admiring him then I had to stop myself. I had to keep it together. I had already made the mistake of sleeping at his place and I couldn't make another mistake. I had to get out of there as soon as possible.

He finished making breakfast and we sat and ate together by the counter. He started talking to me. There was something about him that was innocent and warm. He was asking me questions and seemed to show genuine interest in what I had to say. His level of interest made me wonder if he knew I was a prostitute. I decided I would find out. 'So I had a good time last night. It was really awesome.' I said. Suddenly his face turned red and he said, 'Uhm to be honest, I just remember following you to the bar and you telling me your name and knocking back a few drinks with me.' Then he smiled again nervously and said, 'Oh and I remember us, uhm, doing uhm, you know…' At this point he was really having a hard time looking at me. I then realized that he didn't remember paying me to have sex with him. I figured that he was either really drunk or he was lying to me.

We carried on talking some more and the more we spoke the more I could see how gullible and impressionable he was. He was taking in every word I told him and he believed everything I said. As we spoke, a crazy thought entered my mind: if I wanted to, I could make him fall in love with me. Better yet I could make him marry me. That way, my future would be secure. I'd never have to sleep with another stranger again. I had been looking for a way to get out of my line of work for a while now but I couldn't see a way out. But then suddenly, sitting in this stranger's house, it hit me. I just had to marry a rich man.

They say that in everyone's life, there comes a time when you have a 'light bulb moment' and you come up with an idea that changes your life forever and this was mine. Half an hour before that moment, I wanted to leave. But now I wanted to stay. I had to cement my position. Oversleeping wasn't my mistake, it was fate opening a door for me and I had to walk through it. We ended up hanging out and watching movies the rest of the day. I even stayed at his place another night.

I found out that his name was Michael. We had a pretty good connection and after a few weeks we started seeing each other. I slowly began to withdraw from my line of work and focus on him. It meant that I lost out on a lot of money by quitting prostitution, but it was a necessary sacrifice. Soon I would be part of Michael's family and from then I would have all the money that I've ever needed.

My plan was working well and after six months, Michael decided to introduce me to his parents. Meeting his parents was massive for me because if I could impress his parents then I would be that much closer to being part of the family. I had to be perfect.

When we got to Michael's parents' house, we knocked on the door and Michael's mother came and opened for us. She was a very beautiful woman, tall and slender and as she welcomed us in I immediately saw where Michael got his beautiful smile from. Michael's Dad was upstairs when we got there and we sat in the living room with his mother and chatted while we waited for him.

I was really curious to see what he looked like. I imagined him to be a big burly man with a big belly like most of the rich men I used to be with when I was working. After a few minutes he came downstairs and as he walked down the stairs and I looked at him, my heart nearly dropped. When he looked at me, his face went white and he froze.

He was a big burly man with a big belly alright, but that wasn't it. I knew him and he knew me. In fact, he had seen me naked before, on more than one occasion. He used to be one of my clients.