Sometimes being a Dubai escort means being his Only peace

I met him on a Tuesday when the marina was quieter than usual and the wind carried jasmine from some balcony I never found and I remember thinking I should not have worn red because he stared at me for too long before saying a word but when he finally did I knew this night would ask something different from me something softer something that had nothing to do with touch and everything to do with presence and still I smiled the same way I always do when I sense a man hiding something beneath his cufflinks and cufflinks they were gold slightly scratched as if they had known better days or worse women and he walked like someone who had money but no one to call once it was spent and as we sat by the glass I listened to him more than I needed to not because it was required but because the silence between his sentences felt louder than the music and that’s what I do best when I’m not being watched I absorb everything like it might disappear if I blink so I didn’t blink much not even when he said he hated birthdays and I wanted to ask whose birthday it was but I didn’t I just let the air fill with questions I already knew the answers to because when a man books a Dubai escort and ends up speaking about how he doesn’t sleep well you stop being the fantasy and start being the place he feels safe even if just for one hour.

He didn’t touch me for the first thirty minutes and I didn’t ask why I just watched the way he looked at his own hands as if they had betrayed him and I could tell he was the kind of man who forgets to breathe unless someone reminds him and that night that someone was me not with my lips or my hips but with the way I leaned in without expectation with the way I poured water slower than usual with the way I crossed my legs not to seduce but to slow the clock and as he began to speak about the way his father once held his wrist too tightly during a business deal I realized I was not being paid to perform I was being trusted to hold space for a man who never gets to let go and perhaps that’s what being a Dubai escort really means not the lace not the heels but the rare ability to be still while someone else becomes undone and I didn’t speak much that night I only said the words that mattered like I’m listening and you don’t have to be strong right now and when he looked up with eyes that didn’t match his suit I knew I wasn’t just his company I was his shelter even if no one would ever know and I didn’t need them to because in this city of lights and concrete and always being seen the most intimate thing I can offer is a moment where a man no longer needs to perform.

When he finally reached for me it was not for pleasure it was not for release it was because he wanted to feel the shape of something real and I let him not because I had to but because I wanted to be the one thing in his world that didn’t ask for anything back and as we lay there in the room that smelled of quiet and luxury he didn’t fall asleep right away instead he asked if I ever forget who I really am and I told him I don’t because I carry my truth between my ribs and he smiled and said that’s why you don’t feel like the others and I didn’t respond because what could I say that wouldn’t make it less true and by the time the sun was ready to rise he was breathing softer like someone who remembered how and I stayed a little longer than I was supposed to not for money not for obligation but because sometimes being a Dubai escort means being his only peace and in that moment I was and nothing else in the world mattered not the time not the title not even my own name just the sound of a man who finally exhaled in a city that never stops holding its breath.