Mister, a short story by Kayla Corrine Gilmore

Mister

A Short Story By Kayla Corrine Gilmore

Tantalizing footsteps disrupt my inhibitions, our faces so close yet still we must part. There is nothing more lovely than this sin. She appears, and the temperature drops, lower than my heart. Her icy gaze meets my distant demeanor and fear entangles us in its web of deceit. Now everyone will know. We have broken this woman, a fact miserably hidden, but I know this is not the first. Pain surges through my spine, a resonance of guilt. None-the-less we sit, our eyes focused on the beauty he has betrayed. How could I have known? The pain she must feel transfers through the room, lord save us now. So strong is she that the smile never leaves her succulent lips – a cough erupts behind her petite frame.  Dropping her nose towards the ground below, she whispers a pleasant apology to the woman undoubtedly supporting her from just past my view, and as elegantly as she arrived she is gone, a figment to be ignored. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see him shuffle on the bed, sniffle, and rise. There is no apology issued on my behalf.  Within minutes his clothes are on, the words I have dreaded are knocking at the gates of my soul.  I too am left broken and embarrassed. With a firm gesture he has asked me to leave.  An idiot to believe he was mine and mine alone, I hold my own. With more grace than a swan I button my blouse and latch my heels. Rough hands tremble as they reach out to me with a gift of causation.  I take the gesture with a grin, and strut with poise out of this, the nicest home I will ever have the pleasure of attending. 

The air is warmer now than when I had arrived, and I am thankful for the sun. A rather piercing squeal erupts in my purse, while I would rather not, with a sigh I answer. Another man, another dollar - this is in fact, the life of a mistress. And is it poor? Quite the contrary, my dear.  It is assured, days like this will happen, still the rewards of my favors are transcendental – I am never a lower classed whore.