Post-coital Monologue
Don’t Ever Tell Them You’re An Actress
The following is a selection from Lady Yardley’s volume “Off-Course Intercourse”— a collection of the famous courtesan’s misadventures in the sex trade in New York City.
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Andrew was a lawyer in town on business. He had called my service and invited me to dine with him. A delicious dinner, some fancy cocktails, and pleasant conversation. He talked about his legal career and some upcoming cases and I about my aspirations of being an actress and upcoming auditions.
Then back to his room for an hour of the perfunctory duties. When they book a room at the Trump Tower it’s always like that—certainly not hours of nonstop outrageously wild fucking.
I relaxed in bed next to him after his orgasm.
The trouble began when he said—”I used to do some acting.”
A minute later he stood at the edge of the bed, shining his cellphone flashlight on his face for…
