@danielmendcza
Another night with Daniel, and Annie was thrilled. She’d grown comfortable with the man, learned that there was no judgment, and it was fun. When was the last time that a regular sex partner had been fun? Annie wasn’t used to connection; most clients in New Orleans had been One and Done, or if they were regulars, it was usually a quickie in their car when they were on their way back from work or a blowjob in an alley when they just wanted a brief way to get off. But with Daniel, it was different. Annie laughed. Annie came. Annie talked and played and slept and kissed and when she left, she felt invigorated. So when she received notice that Daniel was waiting for her, she tossed together an overnight bag quickly (the essentials... black lace negligee nightie, toothbrush, clean panties to match the negligee), eased on a bit of strawberry lip gloss, and took off to his room. She had the quickest route memorized by now, and in her excitement had forgotten to change into something more alluring. Instead, when Annie knocked on Daniel’s door, she was still clad in a baggy Rolling Stones t-shirt, frayed jean shorts, and her flat red Converses. She was practically rocking on her heels, bouncing in excitement, waiting for him to answer the door. And when he did, she more or less flew into his arms, hugging him tightly, levying a line of kisses along the side of his neck. “Hi,” she said, between a few of them. “Hi, hi, hi...”
