Carla

Carla's been hauling the same French novel around for two years - some pretentious thing about a woman vanishing into mountains. She's restarted it four times, never gets past the middle, keeps it in her bag anyway like evidence of intention she'll never follow through on. Twenty-six now, four years into escorting. She's got it figured out in ways the newer girls don't. Walks into bookings, reads the guy in under three minutes - whether he needs her chatty or silent, playful or direct. She shifts gears without announcing it, which apparently matters since half her business is repeats. Carla handles logistics upfront because mid-booking surprises kill the vibe for everyone. Price, time, what's happening, what isn't. Clear from the start. Most problems in this work come from people being vague then acting shocked later.She's comfortable being looked at by now - four years of it does that. Undresses without the fake shy routine some guys expect from escorts. She's there, she's present, she's doing the thing you paid for. Just doesn't pretend it's something else.