I have been contemplating my direction in life. Although I am richly satisfied with what I have been able to accomplish thus far, the time has come for me to make a change. I think I will finally be leaving behind my life as a corporate ho.
What do I mean by corporate ho? Let me explain. My job is one of truly substantialized temptation. I appease the undeniable carnal needs of the human body. It's natural. We shouldn't deny our bodies.
Some of those who request my services await eagerly, plagued and tormented by a seemingly unquenchable
desire and deeply rooted urge to truly be "bad" or even "sinful". Perhaps they act out of self-gratification, as a way to reward themselves for commendable performance in any number of tasks. Others may be acting out of depression, seeking an artificial way of boosting their mind's own endorphin production so as to stimulate feelings of euphoria. And others yet may be acting out of pure lust - lack of self control, submission to the varying whims of the body, giving in to its desires, its urges, its pure, raw, uninhibited primordial nature. Every case is different. Each person is different. But each one has a unique place in my memory. Some I remember vividly, with feelings of great satisfaction. Others bring bitterness and disdain to my mind, like a rancid and tainted banana.
Pacing the floor, back and forth, back and forth, some may look out the window with high hopes of seeing me arrive. And when I finally do, they await with eager anticipation. The tension builds, becoming so intense that it could almost be cut with a knife. Their every cerebral nerve is finely and thoroughly focused on the imminent sensations of rich, pure, lustful satisfaction. Silence falls all around them, as they focus on the sounds of my feet hitting the sidewalk.
*pat* (soft)
*pat*
*pat*
*pat* (louder)
*pat*
*pat*
*pat* (louder yet)
*Pat*
*PAT*
Silence. A pause. The anxiously awaited disruption that is the sound of the doorbell splitting through the air doesn't arrive at the anticipated moment. Just before the moment of panic, they reach to grasp the door handle, their internal longing for the imminent sensation of pure ecstasy and mortal, temporary satisfaction, practically manifest audibly.
Just in the peak of this moment, when their carnel needs build and tension is at its peak, the familiar sound of the doorbell rings, silencing all thoughts. It is then followed by three soft knocks on the door. Only three - no more, no less. The door opens. They peer out. Our eyes catch for a moment. Thoughts are immediately conveyed. No words are necessary. They know what to do. They know what I want. I know what they want. It all happens so fast. Thoughts are hazy. The pressure is on. If, in the end, my service is satisfactory, extra compensation is much appreciated and generally expected. Rarely do I disappoint. And when the moment has passed, I walk away, their money in hand, smiling to myself.
Climbing back into my car, I arrange my things, put the key into the ignition, promptly turning it. I look up, glancing at myself as I adjust the mirror lightly. A slight smile breaks across my face.
Another satisfied customer.
And with that thought, I vanish in the distance.
Some may think I am crazy for what I do. It is true, I do put my life in danger. At any moment, someone could emerge from the darkness, and strip me of everything of value. It's a risk, but it's a risk I willingly take. I have never been one to let life pass me by.
Such are the everyday experiences of a corporate ho. But it is just one small part of who I am and what I have done. The rest is far more interesting. Far more interesting indeed. And so it is with combined feelings of confidence and anticipation that I have made the decision to move on and start the next chapter of my life.
