Kevin Jones

What a picture is worth

Jamie was with a client. He had paid for the whole night and she was looking forward to it being over. She came to New York to follow her dreams of becoming a model, but it never worked out for her. The man was going by the name of John. He was an executive of a brokerage firm somewhere on Wall Street. All of Jamie's clients were wealthy, and all of them required discretion. She had been an escort for two years now, and despite working for one of the more reputable and better services she hated what her life had become. She watched as "John" had lied to his wife three times that night about what he was doing, and she resented him for talking incessantly about his wife while he was inside of her. She never led on how she felt in that moment. Her job was to make her clients feel good, and her thoughts and her emotions were hers. She treasured her privacy. She looked at him while he was getting dressed and thought to herself, "I know I'm pathetic, but you have no idea how much of a loser you really are". A lot of her wealthy clients were married, and there wives having lost the beauty of youth or being trapped in a loveless marriage, they came to her. Jamie was by far beautiful, a stunning blond-haired, raven eyed beauty of 24. She knew she was using these men just as much as they were using her, but she always avoided thinking about the morality of what she was doing. She had even had several marriage proposals.