A Goddess

A Goddess
I am not after a shag or his cock, because I can find it in my own way at any time without any problem. But I need to have at least a friend who I can call or talk to when I feel sad or when I am happy, and likewise, someone would call me for help or to celebrate anything with celebrating.

I must be crazy to do any of these. But I am feeling like I am in a socialization crisis right now. When I was on my way to the top, I didn’t feel any of such, but now that I think I had them all, money, success, and maturity, I feel so lonely having it all alone. The knowledge should be shared. The fruits of my labor should be enjoyed and consumed, shared as well. The good and bad experiences should be shared over a meal or drink. 

All in all, I need a company. 

A true and honest one. 

A real friend. 

No judgment. 

No secrets. 

No doubts. 

No hesitations. 

I believe I have to make the first step, executing honesty. I will answer every question he will ask of me, but in return, I also expect loyalty and equal honesty. 

I don’t know why I suddenly felt life was too dull without someone close to enjoy things with. I have my family, but I can only choose which and what to share with them to keep them safe. I need someone with an equal secret for me to keep for him or her, or a deal to agree with together. 

It may be hard. It is hard. He might turn me down. But at least I tried. I cannot give up without giving the thought a try. And see the results of it. 

This feeling is something I have never felt before. I cannot explain why now or why with him. But I want to try a decision without so much thought about it. Without analyzing so much of its possible outcome. I wanna be reckless to create a friend. I just hope this doesn’t cost me a life, which I only have one with me.
I felt better after a series of satisfying orgasms. 

“Thank you. I am feeling better. You can take your leave,” I expressed my gratitude as I informed my masseurs they were free to go now. I know they will also need to attend to their biological needs. They are not allowed to enjoy the whole time they are giving me their service, so I know they deal with their completion after I send them away. 

I admire their forbearance. 

I admire their patience.

And because of those remarkable characteristics, I have assigned them as my favorites. They are paid for almost a month's worth of their earnings for a single night with me. 

Getting up from the massage bed, naked, I walked towards the bath for a warm wash.

I felt better, but my tummy grumbled. I dialed for room service and ordered a feast for two. The manager came to take my orders personally. I asked him to bring Voltaire to my booth. 

I did not want to keep him waiting much longer, so I took a quick hot shower.

“Have a seat,” I walk out of the bathroom to see a standing Voltaire like a soldier waiting for commands. He quietly accepted my invitation to join me at the table for two with a variety of my favorite foods. 

“I don’t know what you would like, and I didn’t have the chance to ask, so I ordered food on my own. I hope they are to your liking,” I casually stated. I was hungry, so I started digging in. “Help yourself. You must be hungry, too.”

I hope I made him feel comfortable, but I can clearly see, he was not feeling any ease at all. He was confused. Somehow, I can see fear, but I am not so sure. 

“If you want, you can ask questions while I enjoy my meal. I will try to answer, but you will have to excuse my manners. I am starving,” I sheepishly smiled at him. 

Voltaire

I don’t know how to describe what I feel right now. 

The fear of the unknown is consuming me. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what to analyze from my situation. I don’t know how to receive everything I see and hear from her. She is my target to kill, but why do I feel like I am the one being chased in the dark? I cannot read between the lines, nor can I see hints to have an idea of what on earth I am doing.

I must have been so wrong to take this job. I am no match for her. She is a veteran, I am a newbie. It was indeed my audacity to take this job without knowing much more about her. But there is also the fact that maybe what information he got was only what was there to find for them. She will absolutely cover her tracks and mislead people to find and know her because that would compromise her safety as well as everyone in connection with her. 

For the very short while I have been with her, I have seen a lot of her side. The vaguely vulnerable one, the admirable, the wild, the unfathomable, the incalculable, and the fearful. I am sure there is more to those characteristics, but would I have the chance to discover any of them? She is like a god of her own world. I can see how people around her respect and look up to her. The manager. The masseurs. I was even startled to see and watch how she was served with so much adoration and high regard. I was watching from the next room through a glass window, but I could swear the men serving her did not hold any malice in their service towards her. Passion and dedication were undeniable. Their manhood was in equal respect standing in snappy salute at the presence of the beauty before them, but that was all there was. He did not see any of them touch themselves nor give attention to their own desires. They were all focused on giving her the best of their service and providing her the satisfaction she demands from them. 

What kind of woman can receive such reverence? Only a Goddess can!