In other words, this man allows me to not to disguise my fundamental lack of desire to have sex with him. I think this feeling of being granted some type of permission to not fake enjoyment isn't unique to me and isn't unique to sex workers. I think a lot of women's heterosexual sex is or has been characterized by negotiating their own lack of "enthusiastic consent," a relatively new concept aiming to educate in a more nuanced way than "no means no" and "yes means yes." It's rare that I give authentic "enthusiastic consent" while I'm working. And that's how I prefer it.