I approached the Motel 6.

I was sort of nervous. Shaking uncontrollably, I brushed lint off my clothes and looked in my compact mirror, making sure I looked decent.
Lipstick was off the chain. Make up, all right, nothing overdone.

I smelled really nice.

I wanted to run, though, for what I was about to do. I was going to do something I have never done in my life.

And quite frankly, I needed to get on with it. Sometimes in life you gotta go after what you want and don’t let anybody stop you or stand in your way.

I worked up enough nerve to knock on the door. When Thomas answered and he saw me he frowned and said, “What do you want?”

I stared at him. My prince, my baby. So much love and respect burst deep inside me. I stood in one spot, hot tears falling down my face.

He cocked his head to the right, wondering what was wrong with me.

“Are you ok, Diamond?” It hurt him to say the words. It hurt him to be nice to me, to see what was wrong with me. He had to force himself to show me compassion.

I just hugged him, threw my arms around him and started sobbing uncontrollably, I let go; I couldn’t help it.

I loved him, would die for him, and looked forward to having his baby. He’d hate me, call me names because I was a prostitute; well used to be a prostitute.

I didn’t want to be one anymore, I wanted to be faithful, be in love with
someone who would treat my body like it was supposed to be treated. I reverted back to the little girl I was when I was teased, called all kinds of
names, fat and unwanted.

I vowed then to work on myself and my body to make myself look hot and
sexy and I started selling my pussy to fit in and to belong and to feel special. I thought men were only here to give me good dick, give me some money and then get the hell on.

Thomas changed my life.

In one night.

I felt his hands go around me. He held me close, smelling my hair, rubbing my arms. I felt the chemistry, the same chemistry we felt when we met, when he approached me at Georgia’s party.

Oh God I melted into him, kissing his lips gently, then it built to a tsunami of kisses and tongue lashes that left us breathless.

He was rubbing my back, our tongues fencing for the next Olympics…

I vowed to never let him go.

But I had to tell him who I was.

We slowly pulled away from each other. He shuddered, a pleased look on his face.

I forgot I ordered Tina the organizer, and pretended I was Georgia.

Had to distract her I forgot I used
Georgia’s phone to do the ordering, after I called Tina and made sure she stayed home.

I made sure she didn’t come over to Georgia’s. I forgot I told Georgia I had an emergency, that I would be back
to her house shortly.

I forgot I called Thomas’s cell phone, told him Motel 6 was interested in interviewing him for a job, just to get him out of Tina’s house, so I could tell him who I was...