Story: Betrayal and Experience of a BAR WOMAN

I love online chatting. It is simply the life and soul of my days and nights. I work at a bar. All day long I serve the strangers. Listen to what they had to tell- but it was all about what THEY had to tell. I wanted to tell something. There hadn’t been anyone. No one wants to listen to the silly old day and nighttime stories of a bar woman.

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My friend introduced me to online chatting. I couldn’t be more thankful to her. I have never been much of a computer savvy person but the day I heard of yahoo messenger, I got a subscription for a router and bought a laptop. It definitely took me some time to get the hang of it. But I definitely found my way around the windows after a week or so.

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Then came the online chatting phase! I am a naive person. Yes, I truly am! This was one of the reasons I couldn’t find my way around the messenger. I used my own name as my nick. I didn’t lie one bit. What I found was that people aren’t the people online as they are in their real lives. They tend to want you, simply want you, use you and throw you away like a toilet paper.

I learnt it the hard way. I made a friend with a guy who looked as if he certainly was the boyfriend material. He was nice, kind and sympathetic with me. He wished I would have gotten more education so that I didn’t have to work as a barmaid. I felt something for him. This was the first time I had felt something for someone deep inside me. We webcam-chatted! We voice chatted. We were naughty at times. I am not shameful to say that. Who isn’t once in a while?

But it all came to a disastrous end. He said he was coming to my city for a business trip and he would love to meet me. Who was I to say no? I had wanted to meet him since ages; I took a leave from my bar that day. I made myself up. Lovingly! I wanted myself to be held! To be touched! To be loved!

I saw him that night. It was close to 11 pm. He wasn’t alone. There were a couple of friends with him. He gave me his hotel address and the room number. I had to run a few errands. I told him that I’ll meet him in an hour or so. I reached his room around 12 am. Again, unexpectedly he wasn’t alone. What he did then was something that shattered me and lost me the whole universe.

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He offered me money to pleasure him and his ‘company’. I took the whole wad of cash and threw it at his face. He was under the impression that I was a call girl; a prostitute. I ran the whole way to my apartment and lost myself in tears. I wish, I so wish that he hadn’t hurt me. At least not this way! I never again trusted someone again. I started using a false nick and ‘using’ people just like everyone else. This is what betrayal does to you and what I am doing is what an experience results.