Oh boy, here I go whoring again. We met at the hotel bar, what a classic. Of course he was interested and after a couple of gin tonic he offered me some top dollar for a simple blow job. Why not? I did worst things for less money and some horrible stuff for free. My basic room was a stale compared to his huge suite. When we entered the bedroom, I immediately saw a camera on a tripod. Alright, if he feels like it, I go with the flow. Maybe I get some extra cash and yes, it worked. The next morning I left the hotel happy and with 500 bucks in my pocket. Long live prostitution.