My life will never be the same…
A college degree is supposed to be enough. It wasn’t. The career path I chose was difficult if intentional. Although challenging, the decision was made rather quickly. Perhaps out of necessity, perhaps out of a need to try something exciting, new and unique.
I have never done anything like this before. It certainly wasn’t something I ever wished as a child. Once the decision was made, I felt eager, scared, and apprehensive all at once.
My first time was exciting and terrifying woven into an irresistible need to satisfy. Despite the shivers running through my body, the worried eyes gazing back at me from the mirror challenged me to follow through. The evening’s promise left me spinning and breathless. I could see the pulse in my throat.
Slowly, deliberately, and consciously I applied my makeup. I decided on simple black pants and white top; flats no heels. In case I need to run, I joke to myself.
I slowly open the door and walk into the room. The lights are low and glowing. Soothing music plays adding to the ambiance. I sit and wait until my name is called. My heart is pounding.
I hear my name and my heart jumps. Apprehensively I meet my client and escort him back to the readied room.
He walks in a little hesitant. I could tell this is his first time as well. He doesn’t know what to expect. I almost burst out laughing. I wasn’t sure who was more scared; he, the one in charge, or I, unsure of my… skills.
I ask him to remove his shirt and he does so without a word. He swallows visibly and lies down. He fidgets restlessly in an attempt to find a comfortable position.
My head is cocked to one side. Biting my lower lip I study him. He’s an attractive man, but in my line of work clients’ appearances don’t matter. I do not have the luxury to choose my clients.
My hands float unto him. I gently touch him and a tremor runs through him. I am not unaffected. Tingles start in my fingers, run up my arm, and encompass my entire body. This is unexpected.
I run my hands down the length of his arms my fingers entwining with his. I release his hands and travel back up his taut arms, up to his face. I gently explore his face with my fingers as a blind woman might, as if I had never seen it before and never will again. I smooth the damp hair from his temples and see chills chasing down his neck and chest. His muscles flex and release.
I smile to myself, I’m not as bad as I thought and I have yet to begin.
I work tirelessly for an hour. He makes not a sound. I worry that I do not meet his expectations.
I end my service unsure of his experience. I walk out and wait as I’m supposed to. A few minutes later he opens the door and smiles. He reaches into his wallet and puts the money on the edge of the table. This simple gesture tells me he enjoyed my… services.
Yes, my life will never be the same, for I am an esthetician.
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