I guess many would say that my life is very lonely and I would agree.

It’s very tiring keeping such a large part of your life away from your closest family and friends. It’s like a kind of alienation.

Then again, who can say that they look forward to going to work every day.

I can.

***

“Chloe,” I heard Madame’s voice say as I picked up the phone.

I had just awoken from my nap after breakfast and was still feeling a little groggy. I squinted my eyes; the sun was hanging low in the sky. It couldn’t have been later than four.

“Yes,” I managed to reply.

“New client for you, he will be coming by your apartment at seven,” she said, “Jonathan, twenty-eight, architect, not bad looking…”

“He?” I asked.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, no, of course not,” I replied.

I hadn’t had a male client for a couple of weeks now. I didn’t know the reason but I never complained; I preferred women anyway.

I heard Madame click her tongue, “Good.”

“Any preferences?”

“No, he didn’t specify any.”

“Thanks, I’ll be in touch.”

I stretched, still so unwilling to pull myself out of bed to get ready. My bed just felt so comfortable. I hated to admit but that was one of my vices: Sleep. I always had the urge to hit the snooze button whenever I heard the alarm sound.

After tossing around for about five minutes, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and headed into my closet to pick something subtly-sexy for the appointment. I finally picked out a very girly-lacy black and pink corset, matching garters and a cotton slip-on sundress. Easy on, easy off, I always believed.

I had become so accustomed to getting ready for my clients that I could get myself ready with my eyes closed. Everything had become such a routine.

I change my sheets and slide the door which leads to my kitchen close. There are areas of my house that I would like to remain my own. The only places I use for work are my living room, bedroom and bathroom. Every where else is out of limits.