Confessions of a call girl [Episode 7: dad?]

Wine, cocktails, lobster, chicken, and finger food very plenty, we enjoyed ourselves dancing and laughing. They have booked us for the weekend, tomorrow we are going sailing, these are big spenders, Queen and I are enjoying ourselves and the guys have not even touched us yet.

This boat is loaded with enjoyment, very posh boat these are big spenders, we arrive the private resort Island, see private chalets, beach buggy rides this is the life, we spent the afternoon lounging and having the best time money can buy.

Now it’s mid-afternoon and time to rest up in the chalet with the guys, the evening approaches fast and we get dressed to go meet up with some of their friends in the resort, we arrive at a small get together party, there are few other working girls there too, the host is busy in the room with a girl so we haven’t met him yet.

A girl comes out from one of the rooms from the look of things she’s obviously been doing her thing, followed by our host, his friends are giving him high fives and greeting our host, I almost fainted when I saw his face, Dad, my Dad standing right in front of me!!!  Oh shyt what is this, I can’t let him catch me here, I’m dead… too late, my guy has already pulled me into his arms before I can escape and is introducing me.

The blood has drained from my face I have never been so scared in my life, he looks at me in shock, then anger, he collects himself then he says “nice to meet you pretty lady” (I’m in serious trouble).

Later that evening he tells me not to tell my mother that I saw him and I should stop hoeing, if he catches me again I am dead meat.

Double standard? I can’t even comment my darlings I’m just happy to get away from there alive.

Confessions of a call Girl is based on a fictional character

Written by Peter Armand Boyo