It happened again a few nights ago. It’s been a while…but I received an offer I can refuse. After visiting who I would most accurately term an FWB (friend with benefits), I passed out after the fun for a couple of hours while she did whatever she does in the comfort of her apartment (mostly chain smoke). At some time before dawn, I was awakened by “Bill, you have to get up!”
Now I’m a pretty light sleeper and you don’t have to shake and yell at me to get a rise out of old Bildo. So I was alert within seconds and pulling my shit together. I mean…I’d have rather slept a little longer. But I was prepared to hop on the iron steed and repair to my own crib with nary a whimper when she hit me with the offer: “You can crash in the bed” (in the other room) “but I have to work.”
With just a curtain separating the two areas, the idea that I would rather stay put while she might entertain a customer didn’t especially appeal to me. When I was a cabby, I hated listening to people making out. And I didn’t even know the two parties in lip lock. Why would I want to hear intercourse of any kind (especially verbal) while trying to sleep? An added disincentive lay in the reality that the entertaining area was situated between my offered space and the bathroom. What do I do if I have to take a dump?
Yesterday, I referenced “crossing to the other side” as something I wouldn’t recommend to customers in the escort world. Well…crossing to the other side can take many forms. And sticking around to hear your FWB entertain another man classifies as crossing to the other side as far as I’m concerned. I get what these girls do for a living all right. And I can accept it. But I certainly don’t want to stick around and witness the proceedings. Call me crazy if you want.
Many years ago, I had a similar relationship with a latina who didn’t just offer that I camp out while she worked rather than go home bleary-eyed. She wanted me to hang in the bathroom on an habitual basis to ensure her safety while she entertained man after man. Which I found totally bizarre…as she claimed to have feelings for me.
So call me a square or whatever else you want. I draw the line at a certain point. And sticking around while a “friend” makes her money is over the line. I’m sure both of these girls felt safe and secure with me…and that’s why they wanted me to remain. But no thanks, girls. That is an offer I can refuse. Please don’t be offended.