Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

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Over lunch today my friend and I gossiped unashamedly about all the people we knew, when a friend of ours walked into the restaurant on the arm of a very presentable gent.
She casually greeted us and gave us a wink over her shoulder as they proceeded to their table. Having been through the after divorce never again, followed by the starting to date again stages myself a few years ago, I said it was nice to see her happy again.

My lunch partner proceded to inform me that this was the fifth man our friend had been out with and had done ‘the deed’ with, in as many months and voiced her concerns for this lady’s reputation and how our association with her might affect us.

Needless to say she is one of the few friends who doesn’t know that I am an escort and that I would consider five men in one month a disaster and five in five months would see me banging at the dole office doors.
Smiling to myself I also mused if that scandalised, slightly envious sounding tone of voice would increase, if I told her I was proud to be one of Chester’s floozies?

No, not doing it, talking about it.
There I was the roving Chester Escort, on my way home from a hot encounter with a sexy young Everton fan (yep, I know, a bit of a shock, but I didn’t hold it against him).

Trying to mind my own business in a train carriage is not that easy, especially when there is a group of young people in the seats opposite having a noisy debate. I kept my head down in my crossword book, but couldn’t help listening in.

Considering what I had just been up to I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, one young man was seeking advice with his friends, because he had found out that his father had a mistress and was trying to figure if he should tell his mum and how.

One of his mates and the girl in the group were against him telling, the other for.
They got into a heated discussion about morality, fidelity, mistresses and prostitutes and of course my ears were on full alert by now.

One guy said that people were just too possessive and couldn’t separate sex from love, his friend burst out with: ‘No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend!’
I couldn’t suppress a little grunt of amusement and the guy said: ‘See even this lady agrees.’
I quickly apologised for listening in, but the guy asked me what my opinion was and I found four pairs of eyes trained upon me and waiting for a reply.

Cursing myself for my ourtburst and my mind racing about what to say:
‘Funnily enough, I’m actually a prossie! Maybe not.
Write down my number and ask the guy to give it to his philandering dad? Probably not either!

So in the end I told them that I believe in loyalty and love in a relationship, but everyone has a different perception of fidelity. Sex-drives are different for each individual, some need it more than others. Also some men and women can separate sex from love and can engage in the act without getting emotionally involved and that they would not see that as infidelity, having a mistress does involve an emotional bond and could be seen as more of a betrayal the gratuitous sex.
Personally, if I lost interest in sex with my partner, I would feel betrayed if my partner took a mistress, as there would be an emotional involvement and I would resent casual sex encounters since my partner would be putting my sexual health at risk.
I could however understand him visiting a good escort, satisfying his sexual need in an unromantic, safe way, so he would be more relaxed and happy when he was with me. Result all round.

Luckily I was relieved from explaining how I came to this opinion, as they had to get off the train – PHEW.