Sexual Relationships 
Sexual Health 
Chapter VII (The Prostitute)
Z happens to be a constant client, but this case is different. Let’s see how they met.
The event occurred in the night at a metro station where Z met the girl. She asked him for a lighter.
Girl: Hey you do you have a lighter.
Z: Yeah sure. Here you are.
Girl: Thank you.
Z: Um, you are welcome. What’s your name by the way?
Lucia: My name is Lucia.
Z: Nice to meet you, my name is Z. What are you doing alone here at such an hour?
Lucia: Hmph, why should I tell you?
Z: Oh oh come on now, don’t be so hard.
Lucia: Nothing. I am just in a really bad mood. And I want you to leave me alone.
Z: OK OK, bye.
As he was leaving…
Lucia: Hey! Hold on a moment. (Picks up a pen and writes something on a piece of paper) This is my phone. Call me a week later when I feel better.
As he did. One week passed and called her.
Z: Hello it’s Z here, remember me?
Lucia: Yes thanks for calling. I feel better than before.
Z: So how did you decide to give me your number?
Lucia: I just felt that I was really rude to you, so I had to make up for it somehow, and give you another chance.
Z: Oh thank you then.
Lucia: So are you doing something today? I can offer you a coffee if you don’t.
Z: No I don’t, so why not?
Lucia: OK let’s say at 7? How about it?
Z: Sure. See you at 7!
When they met for coffee, at some point Lucia told him about her profession, when Z asked her about her profession.
Lucia: Well you see, I'm a prostitute.
Z: Really? You are really comfortable about it.
Lucia: Why shouldn't I?
Z: Because most girls who do this job, are usually keeping it a secret.
Lucia: No there's nothing to hide. After all I'm sick of this job, I want to quit.
Z: Why's that?
Lucia: Remember last week when I was in a bad mood? It's because I got bullied from my agency.
Z: Oh...
Lucia: So yeah I want to quit.
Z: And what are you going to do once you quit?
Lucia: I really have no idea, I just want to quit first. Would you like to help me?
Z: Yes, but just curious, why among all you choose me? We hardly know each other.
Lucia: I don't know. I feel I can trust you. Also I can read people somehow. It seems like you are a person who has been with lots of hookers, and you know us pretty well.
Z: Indeed, you seem to be very smart. So how can I help?
Lucia: Just call the agency and tell them I died. Tell them you are a relative of mine, and you knew about my profession. I don't know if they are going to look for me, but usually they don't care much. Then I will travel to somewhere in Latin America. I have enough savings to live there for a year at least.
Z made a call to the agency the next day, telling them that Lucia died. They just expressed their condolences and they didn't ask from what she died or any details, thankfully. Z then called Lucia.
Z: Hey everything OK. They didn't ask any details.
Lucia: Oh I'm really glad. In three days from now I'm scheduled to drive to Brazil? Will you come to my home to help me packing my things?
Z: Um...sure, why not?
Lucia: Thank you!
Z came to her home this evening, in order to help her packing her stuff. She had lots of stuff indeed, it took three hours for them to pick up her stuff, and pack everything. Then Lucia told him:
Lucia: Hey Why don't you stay here today?
Z: How come? Aren't you afraid of me? I might be someone dangerous.
Lucia: As I told you, I know how to read people. You aren't dangerous at all. So please. After all I want someone close to me these days. I cannot go out, I'm afraid someone might spot me, and find out I'm not dead as I claimed. So could you please stay those three days with me?
Z: Of course I would love to, but when you are about to go to the airport, how can you go incognito?
Lucia: A taxi driver will come at home and pick me up.
Z: What if the taxi driver is a former client of yours?
Lucia: You are right, but I will wear a baseball cap and sunglasses. I won't be recognized like that.
Z: Hope so...
Lucia: Anyway, let's get some rest for today.
As they did...well since they were tired indeed after all this packing, they didn't have any sex, so they just slept. Although sexual actions were included during the next two days they spend their time together in Lucia's home. To sum it up, they had a really good time together those two days.
But when the day for her leave came...well an unfortunate event occurred. Let's see what it was.
The taxi driver passed by, and Lucia sat in the backseat of the taxi along with Z. The taxi driver noticed some detail in Lucia's legs and recognized her. It was a tattoo of flames on her left calf.
Taxi Driver: Your legs look familiar miss. I think I have fucked you before.
Lucia: How Dare You!
Taxi Driver: Why you didn't enjoy it?
Lucia: Could you please shut up and drive?
Taxi Driver: Hahaha as you wish Mona.
(Mona was the name she was using as a prostitute)
Lucia: You are an idiot. When we will arrive at the airport, I will make you an offer that you cannot say no.
As they arrived she gave him 1000 Euros to keep his mouth shut, about her being alive.
Lucia: If someone learns anything then only you, would be responsible.
Taxi Driver: Make it 2000.
Lucia: WHAT!?
Taxi Driver: I said give me 2000 if you don't want me to say anything.
Z: Well I will give the other 1000.
Taxi Driver: Who are you? Her pimp?
Z: Does it matter? She has to escape. Well take your other 1000 and don't say a word.
Taxi Driver: OK that's fine. I won't say a word since I got paid, hahaha!
Lucia: Just remember this. If you ever say a word, then you'll get in serious trouble, and this is not a joke. So keep your mouth shut!
Taxi Driver: OK OK. Bye!
As they were leaving...
Z: Are you sure we can trust him?
Lucia: Yeah don't worry. If anything happens, I will inform someone to burn his taxi. Thanks for helping me. I owe you 1000 Euros. Please give me a bank account so i can give them to you once I arrive there.
Z: No it's OK.
Lucia: But I feel really bad for putting you through to all this...
Z: If you insist just give me 500, once you arrive.
Lucia: Well if that's what you want....
They went to the platform and the time of her flight was approaching. 5 minutes before, she was about to fly she gave Z a strong hug.
Lucia: I really won't forget you. Those three days we were together were awesome. I don't know if we will ever meet again. But please have my e-mail at least, so we can stay in contact. It's (her e-mail address).
So she flew away...and Z grabbed one of the taxis parked on the airport. In that certain taxi he grabbed, there was a familiar driver. Well, see in the next chapter who it was!
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