“She gives me the creeps, Clarissa. Maybe it helped that I could speak their languages. There are always funny details, like when one of the straps on your damned suspender belt comes detached and you try to fasten it again without the client noticing, and it’s always a strap at the back so you can’t see what you’re doing; and when a client farts and you try not to laugh; or says he wants watersports but runs a mile when you order him to lie down so you can piss on him… At least, not very. It could save you from beatings.”
She blinked and looked away, her false eyelashes glistening. All men’s verbal abuse and nastiness is an attempt to compensate for their inadequacies. I began to attract regulars. He grinned. One of the pair spoke a little German so I could make the lie understood, and they went away happy, slapping my buttocks as they departed.