Rachel turns me down

Eventually, I look at the time and realize I need to be on my way. Regretfully, I tell Rachel that I can’t stay much longer. Startled, she says, “I still haven’t paid you!”

“Yeah, we do need to take care of that,” I say. Then, hesitantly, I add, “But—” The words stick in my throat; I’m nervous.

“But what?” Rachel asks quietly, with an odd sort of tension in her voice.

“Would you like to see a movie tomorrow night?”

“You mean, a date? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” Her voice sounds even odder; I don’t know what to make of it, but I press on.

“I was hoping so, yes.”

Rachel looks at me in silence for a moment, looking tense and unhappy. She sighs and says, “No.” Her rejection stings, but I can take it; it’s not like I was that deeply invested emotionally in her. Still, it clearly shows on my face, because she looks guilty and confesses, “I feel bad saying that. You gave me the three best orgasms of my life and got nothing out of it but a boner; I left you hard and dry.” I grin a little at the wordplay as she continues. “I truly am sorry. I’m strongly attracted to you. But I just don’t know if I could trust a man who makes money putting his face between other girls’ legs. That’s not fair of me, but it’s how I feel right now. And please don’t take this as a final rejection,” she adds in a rush. “I would like to keep hiring you, and I may well feel very differently about this before long. It’s just where I am right now.”

I nod, thank her for her honesty, take my money, and depart.

As I open my car door, my phone vibrates with an incoming call.