I have been a prostitute since I was twenty years of age and I am now twenty-five. I have encountered all kinds of clients--rich, poor, tall, short, well-hung, peanut-sized, black, white and yellow, shy, outgoing, well-educated, almost-illiterate, good looking, ugly, kind, nasty, fat, thin and the list goes on. I want to tell you now about two very unusual clients of mine.

First Client.

The first man I will describe idolized the memory of the Marquis de Sade and his literary works. As you would expect, his erotic favorites were sadism and masochism. What he asked me to do to him was sadistic and, in a sense, what he did to me involved masochism on my part.

This client, whom I shall call Sam, was of medium height, well fleshed out, with brown hair and gray eyes. He was not unattractive, but the sexual favors he requested and demanded were unusual. We were in my Madame's cozy quarters.

He stood near the fireplace, warming his hands. "Go out and find straight, green, trimmed branches from nearby trees with small twigs at their ends."