I have a good reputation about keeping secrets and that has got me invited to private parties on private yachts and homes wild orgies and very expensi...e gifts. All for just keeping my mouth shut and my legs open. I have several regulars that ask for me when they come in, but so do most of the girls. Big name people rent private rooms to be intertained and party. No one to interrupt us either. The rooms are closed and no one can see inside. There "panic" buttons hidden in the rooms can push if. As always soon afterlovemaking, she was again coolly composed. Simply gorgeous. Iwished I was able to go at her yet again. As always.But we were done for the day. She'd slipped back into her short,satin, salmon colored nightie, and it now draped her body withher taut nipples still poking up through it. The way they'd pokedout when I first arrived, a few hours ago, when she'd first come tothe door and seized me around the neck and drawn me into a deepkiss. She'd taken it off immediately. “Oh God….this isn’t fucking good!” She groaned. Dropping her hands to her sides, she felt tears of hopelessness coming to her eyes. She felt incredible, like a Goddess, but she didn’t want this. She wanted who she WAS, not this….this hideous abomination. This wasn’t her body, it was….somebody, or something else. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the mirror, and for some reason wasn’t surprised that as she did so, her warm brown eyes turned almost completely black. She grit her teeth and growled. I stepped behind the kitchen door. It was standing ajar. "Natalie," I heard a woman's voice call out. "Natalie. I'm back. Natalie. Where are you?" The sound of her voice was getting closer. I guessed she would come through into the kitchen searching. The door started to move, I swallowed and got ready to spring.Before I could, the phone rang. The kitchen door was pulled shut from the other side and I heard the tap of heels on a wooden floor receding down the hall. I waited, uncertain if I.