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Nilan has his taste for sluts. He's always been embraced by their caresses. It was never a client-producer relationship, but somehow a symbiotic contract where all parts get benefited. However, there was never a contract. Money was something that simply appeared on the bedrooms' desks at the end of an outstanding night.
Most men attend to whores paying the role of a getter: someone who expect them to fulfill all his expectations the way it'll be when a rich lady goes shopping at the coolest place in town. Most men think they deserve a reward fore very single penny they spend. Indeed they bargain what'll be done for the price they pay and argue for further services as due rights for men in their situation.
Nilan does not. Actually he wouldn't be able to treat a female as he'd do with a machine or any of his subordinates at his company. In fact, he owned a big local company that manufactures any sort of plastic lids and envelopments. Nilan would meet a prostitute. In his place. Always. She'd be treated gently and saluted with a hand shake and a tender kiss on her cheek. She'd smell him and realize he's not a common client, but a well mannered man. Then they'd talk and he'd unveil the faked sensuality in her voice. She'd feel the comfort of a hearing ear and she'd unwittingly lose her mask and would depict herself as the child she is. And so she'd feel his childish nature. That would yield to a wordless parallel speech: the speech of their looks and gestures and the "yet not proved" gravity between two hands willing to touch each other.
Still she's a whore and once the hands finally collide an instant flash would come thorough her mind and she'd feel again the weight of her profession. Unfortunately, human body is highly capable of distinguishing love or affection from unreality. So he'd play his last card. And the only ace in his sleeve would be to switch the roles on the play. This time, he'd be the one desired as his eyes would glance at her as if the universe was falling to pieces and the only chance for him to stand still was never letting her hand off.
Then she'd find her way out of her part on the matter and they'd fall into the naivety of first time lovers and they'd draw all the shapes they know on their skins and learn some more.
From then on, she'd be driven just by pleasure until she falls asleep in his cozy bed. She'd eventually wake up in an empty bed with an endless grin coloring and shining her face. She'd find the money on the desk and a handwritten note by Nilan offering her to stay as long as she might need and picked anything she might want and inviting her to use the house as hers.
Of course she'd rush out with the money well kept in her handbag.