I'm London Brown and these are my confessions. Let me plunge you into my world…
I provide my clients a willing body, a canvas on which they explore their depravity--sexual therapy at a fee. Kink, bondage, or fetish, I cater to all needs. The greatest sin for someone in my profession is self-deception.
Come play in the dark with me… you can call me whatever you like as long as you pay my price.
Tonight's client and I share a past; which of us will be left scorned….
Peter, the maitre d', smiled. "Ah, Ms. Brown, we're so happy to have you this afternoon. It's been a long while since we've had the pleasure." Of course, he didn't call me by alter ego's name, but for the purpose maintaining separation between London and Desniah I've inserted it.
A few of my clients preferred a more discrete location, but some wanted high-risk spots as the thrill of getting caught heightened their arousal. I can't say I didn't get off on it too.
The older man turned and held the door to the grand room. The palate of white and gold always dazzled me. It was one of my favorite rooms in the city. An empty space set the stage on which this man's flavor of depravity would play out. Not that I minded. I'd been educated about men and their true nature through the acts they asked me to perform.
"I haven't seen Mr. Carrington in a great many years either," Peter said.
I couldn't have heard him correctly. My step faltered for but a second. I swallowed. As my mind tried to make sense of the meaning of this, I took a deep breath. A sick cosmic joke on me. Caden Jacob Carrington, and he didn't mean the forth, but the fifth. Of course, I'd heard he had recently returned from Hong Kong, but why would he need the services of an escort? I should have turned around and left—ran as fast and as far as I could. But I didn't. What better way for him to see why there never could be a future between us?