Confessions of an Elite Prostitute

Alice Bukovskaya Steamy Stories

I am Anna, a prostitute in the richest brothel in New York. I'm 28, and my life is a f*****g hell wrapped in silk and velvet. I was once a successful model in Russia, but that son of a b***h, my lover, betrayed me. I've lost everything: my career, my home, my faith in love! Now I'm here, in this hole, where every day is a game of survival, where it's either you or you.
I'm sitting in a dim room, looking at the neon lights outside the window. There's a martini glass and a pile of white powder on the table.
One day I met a client who was different from the rest. He didn't pay for s*x, but for simple conversations. We talked for hours, he shared his feelings, and I felt his trust. We had tea with cherry donuts — he knew that I loved them, and he bought them especially for our meetings.
There was something in his gaze that made my heart beat faster. He talked about his dreams and disappointments, and for a moment it seemed to me that I saw in him not just a client, but a person I could turn into... However, I quickly reminded myself of who I was and where I was.
— Do you think you can change me? I asked, looking into his eyes.
—No," he answered shortly. "I can show you life outside of this room." You deserve more than money and s*x," he added.
"Stop feeling sorry for me," I snapped. — Do what you came for. You're just like everyone else. When you break down and do what we're supposed to do here, I'll kill you like I've killed so many others before you. And your attitude towards me won't change anything.
He grabbed my hair abruptly...
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