The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 08

Chapter Eight

Topic: Here Goes Nothing

Private Message to: Pamela_HER

From: ChazWazzle

Here Goes Nothing

Sent: July 20, 2018, 6:14am PST

Dearest Pamela,

Another message from me! I promise not to keep bombarding you like this. I know you’re busy and don’t want to be a nuisance. But I’ve done research on brothels and the women who work at them since our date, and I’d like to apologize if I said or asked you to do anything which was offensive or out of your comfort zone (same applies for Scarlett and I’ll send her a similar apology). Most working ladies HATE their job and do it strictly for the money, and I know you’ve been doing this for twelve long years. We’re from different ends of the spectrum, so PLEASE remember this. I was a virgin until age thirty-six, just three days ago, and wanted to try so many things with you. I have no experience and you, I now realize, have too much.

There is no way you enjoy your job the way you say you do. No way. I’ve read all about courtesans and how they do certain things during parties to survive and make it to the end in one piece. I am glad you’re not a heavy drinker and refuse to touch drugs like others do.

Still, you must be desensitized. I remember Scarlett drinking alcohol nonstop during our party. I understand why now. She did that to cope with the stress, right? I feel guilty now for asking for so much from the two of you.

I will not use my masturbator toy and think about you at night like I said I would. That was stupid to say and offensive. I told you I often speak without thinking and am disgusted with myself now. And I’m being truthful, Pamela. I won’t think about you that way again.

I was just being honest with what I said.

That’s me. Honest to a fault.

I meant what I said halfway through our first party on Tuesday, too – I would have been happy to snuggle and do nothing but talk for the rest of it. But I’m a man with urges and won’t have sex again until I see you at the end of September – such a long time out after the joy I experienced. That’s why I kept going. I was living in the moment but now realize perhaps you weren’t, and that troubles me like you wouldn’t believe.

I’M NOT UPSET! You (and Scarlett) still receive a 5,000-star review regardless, and I still want to come back in the future. I’m serious, I want you to be happy and comfortable. Next time, if you’d simply like to cuddle and talk (you seemed to enjoy that the most) and keep our clothes on most or all the time, I’d be happy to oblige. We don’t even have to have sex! I’ll still purchase as many hours as I can. Perhaps I’ll keep you away from a rude client (you said you have many of those) and treat you with class, dignity, and respect, unlike him. You deserve the best! Let the other client see someone else.

I care about you, Pamela, more than you’ll ever know.

You said you have time off coming up in three weeks and have the freedom to go wherever you want. Please consider visiting me in Detroit. We could be platonic friends. You may be apprehensive because I’m a customer, but I know in my heart I could make you happy. You told me you’re one hundred percent single. I wouldn’t expect anything physical from you. You could come here and relax for a few days in a new place with someone who is non-judgmental and cares about you. I know you’d love visiting the Motown Museum and the riverfront. You love animals as well and would enjoy the zoo and Belle Isle Aquarium.

Do you know how enjoyable it would be for me to go to these places with someone? Everything I do, I do alone. It’s not fun. People were together at my cousin’s wedding last weekend. People were together on the flight I was on. Me? I’m all alone.

Your company would be well more than enough. I wouldn’t lay a finger on you.

Everyone wants love, Pamela, and I know you do as well. You know you can trust me. At least, I hope you do. I want to be loved. I want to do silly things like the Beavis and Butthead dance and have fun with someone who cares about me equally. I may be all wrong (and probably am) but I felt so close to you. I sensed a connection with loads of potential. Please don’t discredit me because I’m a customer.

Colt, Jim, Scarlett, your friends Kayleigh and Nicolette, and all the other employees would never have to know about us. I’d never do a thing to jeopardize you or your career.

We seem like the perfect match. I want someone sweet and heavenly and friendly and caring. You want someone who won’t judge you, wants to care about you, and treats you the way you deserve. All working ladies want that, right? You mentioned that true love has always run away from you because of your profession.

I’m here right, Pamela. And I want to run TO YOU, not away from you.

I’m not asking you to do anything but consider my offer. We can do this in small, incremental steps, and I’d never pressure you. That’s why I’d like you to visit me first. I imagine you’ve been searching for love for quite a while, like I have, and I can give it to you. Will I need to change things about myself, improve myself? Yes, I will. And I will. I promise. I’ll do it for you.

Keep your job at the brothel, continue to save money for your future. I have no issue with you working there. If everything pans out, I’ll quit my job and move to Nevada or Miami so you and I could be together. I’d do it in a heartbeat.

I’m going to shut up about you visiting me and won’t mention it again unless you do. There is a genuine opportunity for us here. I may be wrong; you may feel different. I can handle it if you do. You won’t hurt my feelings as long as whatever you say is the truth.

I will pull myself back if you’re not interested. Please don’t take this the wrong way and never want to see me again. You’re so precious. I’ll still come to Flagstone if that is all you allow and I’ll treat you a million times better next time. I want you to relax, feel safe, and have an experience like you’ve never had with a customer. Lunch, cuddle, and talk. I enjoyed all the sex we had, I admit it, but enjoyed YOU more.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, don’t push yourself away from me if you don’t like what I’m saying or offering. It would destroy me. Brothel Pamela is better than no Pamela. Again, being honest – what I am – I want Pamela’s heart to be mine if she’ll allow me to have it. I will cherish it, worship it, and always defend it. I want to give Pamela what she’s always been yearning for.

If she affords me the opportunity….

Please consider it.

If not, I’ll never mention it again.

Love always, Charlie

* * *

“Oh. My. Gawwwwwd.” Scarlett placed both hands over her mouth and stepped back from the laptop monitor. “Wowwwww.” She wheeled to the side and focused on Pamela, who was seated at the backgammon table in the recreation room, her mouth open, no words leaking from her twitching lips. “I told you last night, girl, Charlie is a creeper. He sent you fourteen e-mails in less than thirty-six hours before you’ve responded to him once.” Scarlett skimmed through the private message on Pamela’s Happy Ending account one more time. “Wow. He’s fucking obsessed with you.”

Pamela pushed through and shrugged it off. “I don’t think Charlie is obsessed.” He’s lonely and emotional. With a little time, Pamela trusted he’d calm down and come back to his senses. “I agree, he went overboard, but it happens sometimes.” She tucked both hands beneath her thighs and glanced up at Scarlett with a fretful gaze. “This isn’t the first time a customer has fallen for me.”

It threw Pamela for a loop an hour ago when she first read the latest in a never-ending stream of e-mails from Charlie Winters. The possibility of having a stalker in this industry was a grim, dark reality, and a constant fear for every working lady. I have no issues connecting with a client on a personal level, but it makes me nervous when they ask to see me outside work. That’s never going to happen.

“I’ll take some time later and sit down, send Charlie an e-mail, and set him straight.” Pamela’s stomach pitched and rolled. “He doesn’t understand the way things work here, or our world. That’s all.”

“I’d be scared shitless if a customer sent me a message like that.” After the initial shock of reading the e-mail, Scarlett kept her distance from the laptop as if were a burning oven. “Holy fuck. If I were you, Pam-Pam, I’d ignore him from now on. Don’t say another word to him.” Intensity radiated from her. “Block his e-mail address and refuse to party with him if he ever comes back to the house. Ask Colt to ban his account. Hell, ask Colt to call the sheriff if he ever comes back and have his creeper ass arrested for trespassing.” Scarlett’s high ponytail swished from side to side as she shook her head with conviction. “I’ll never see him again myself… not after reading that.”

The expectation for all brothel customers, though an unwritten one, was to understand a working girl’s professional and private lives were to be kept separate. That was why exchanging personal information violated house rules. Not only at Happy Ending Ranch, but at every brothel in Nevada, period. No house would ever allow it.

The idea behind visiting a brothel was it’s an adult playground where a customer can live out a fantasy. The client can lose his or her virginity in a safe environment, for example, where they won’t be ridiculed (not to their face, at least).

Or perhaps a married man who has been with his wife for what may seem like forever can come to one and spice things up and add a little excitement to his routine, boring life. A married couple wants to try a wild, crazy adventure and enjoy a threesome. Maybe a bachelor hopes to improve his game.

Or, the most common reason, someone wants to get their rocks off with a gorgeous, highly skilled lover.

“I’ve never seen a trick go after a working girl this hard and heavy.” Scarlett cast a vicious glare at Pamela. “These fuckers need to realize brothels are not where you go looking for your next wife or girlfriend. This isn’t Tinder. We’re not lonely and desperate like they are.”