It was a painful and shameful look in the mirror for him. Amateur porn “Will you excuse me,” I said as I left him sitting there at the table alone and returned to my hotel room, my food untouched, no explanations. He didn’t want to play the game my way, he wanted me to conform to his desires; he wanted me to be like the other classless whores he dealt with. That wasn’t sufficient for him however. I responded simply, without any fanfare or drama, $20,000 in cash, hand delivered to me in Philadelphia. Don’t you want to be washed in the blood of Holy Black Jesus?” Tears streamed down his face, his knees ached, rage consumed him. I’m far superior to those women who sell their souls for money or to have a bill paid. He fidgeted as I ignored him, trying to whisper to me that he needed to go, that he had other plans. The fact that his fantasies were to be mistreated and abused were irrelevant; it was money that was the carrot that he dangled in front of women’s faces and there was no way in hell I was going to let him manipulate or control me in that way.
