Free Call Girl Confidential by Rebecca Kade Page A

aggressor. I would have to defend myself.
    I was at Kristin’s apartment at the Corinthian in the middle of the afternoon. Kristin was working on her computer in the other room when he arrived.
    Ah, I thought when I answered the door, this is the reason for all the secrecy and preparation. Why didn’t Kristin just tell me? Did she think I wouldn’t recognize him?
    He had his jacket off. He was in a shirt and tie. He wascordial enough, but there was no suggestion that we have a drink together. There was none of that.
    He said he didn’t want to wear a condom. I said that was not negotiable.
    He then started to feel out whether I understood what was expected: that I was supposed to show him some of the things I’d learned in my “self-defense” class, and then he would show me a thing or two. I told him I understood.
    He just jumped right in. He was like some of the guys who envision themselves in a porn movie. No initial tenderness at all.
    It was really about pretending it was a struggle. He wanted to believe that the situation was real, that he was attacking me and that I was defending myself. He put up a pretty good fight.
    It was I who was taking control of him initially. I felt really stupid at first. But then I got it. I’m pretty strong. I think he was gauging my strength.
    I didn’t feel I was acting after a while. He preferred it. The more struggle there was, the more he was into it. He became extremely comfortable with what was happening. You can tell when someone finds a comfort zone. He was so into the situation. Now this girl understands; here we go.
    I remember holding his wrists, him pushing back, me trying to hold my stance, and then we moved to the bed. My clothes came off in the fray.
    He really wanted to be in control. It was all about restraint and holding me down until I was nearly helpless. He really put on a lot of pressure, pinning me to the bed. That didn’t bother me. That’s what I was told to expect.
    It takes a lot to scare me. I’ve been through a lot. But at this point I was starting to get worried.
    He wasn’t pretending to be a rapist. But he was like an attacker.
    I still had my lingerie on. He was naked. He was aroused. I thought, What can I do to get this part over with? What can I do? At some point we have to get down to having sex and move on.
    I remember trying to push myself up off the bed. That made him apply more pressure. It happened so quickly. I think when I pushed up, he thought I was asking for more. He applied more force. Almost the entire time was consumed with this struggle.
    It wasn’t that easy to get out from under him. This wasn’t playtime. He was taking it really seriously. He was getting what he wanted. He liked the struggle. There was no safety code word we’d agreed upon. I hadn’t thought it would get this intense. He doesn’t know I’m being serious that enough is enough, I thought. I was really worried. It got rough. And then he put his hands around my throat, strangling me.
    When he grabbed my throat, that was too much. He wasn’t squeezing. He was pushing down. I was on my back. I don’t know if he was trying to really hurt me, but he was.
    He took it a little too far. Maybe if I were more experienced, which I was not, it would have gone on. I was nervous. I was worried. This is not OK, I thought.
    After it was over, he got dressed to go. He never said, “I’m sorry, are you OK?” Nothing of the kind. He acted like everything was normal. But before he left, he gave me a very big tip. It was separate from the pay, which was about $1,500 an hour, and Kristin was going to handle that. Maybe it was to keep me from saying something. Or maybe he was sorry. I do remember him perspiring a lot. My friend who knows a little Yiddish calls him “Governor Schvitzer.” *
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    * Former Governor Spitzer denies that this encounter occurred, calling it a “fabrication.”