Great Expectations

When I got into this I knew what I was getting into. I anticipated my clientele to be… varied. And by that I thought that largely the gentlemen I’d be seeing would be guys who couldn’t get dates on their own. You know, not specifically unattractive, but I didn’t have high expectations. I was pleasantly surprised by when my first client opened the door. But that’s starting in the middle of the story. The beginning starts on day 3 of being ‘booked on’. Three days of no work, when you don’t know what to expect makes a girl pretty nervous.

In my previous life I worked in hospitality. Hospitality is a small community where everyone has transferred companies numerous times and everyone knows everyone. When I was hired on with the agency I told them that I could work anywhere except for my previous hotel, and the hotel were my previous boss now works. If I was found out word would spread like wild fire, and I just didn’t need that.

When I got the call I was driving on a busy street, so I wanted to pull over to talk to him, as I would have to write his information down. And what do you say??? I had to call him and say “…?” Anyway. Sink or swim. The kicker is it’s illegal to solicit, it’s illegal to have sex for money, it’s illegal to even have a place to have sex for money (ie a brothel) However, if someone wants to just pay me for my time, what happens between two consenting adults is between those two consenting adults. Its retarded. But really, I’m not the type of girl who would say anything blunt like that anyway. I’m not crude in mixed company. So I call, “I understand you are looking for some company this evening” This has become my token line.

The call was to go to the hotel where my boss now works. Of course. I told the client I would have the agency send another girl, as I am unable to go there. Then I thought about it, and I didn’t want to postpone work any further, especially my first job. I didn’t want my employers to think that I wasn’t cut out for the job. I also didn’t want to be seen my previous boss or other co-workers who have transferred over to this new hotel. So, I take this call, and it seemed like every part of was a struggle.

We arrange for a time, and I write the room number down, and off I go. Finding parking was a disaster, no big deal. After I park I realize I don’t have condoms. Of course. Fuck. Well I will pick some up at the hotel. The parkade takes me to the second floor, and I ask a staff member if they have a gift shop. She tells me no, but the front desk should have anything I may need. There is no way I’m going to the front desk asking for that! I tell the nice lady that I really wanted a pack of gum. Ughhh. Getting to the room was another disaster, I wrote the number down wrong, so I had to call him again and I finally got it sorted. Haha. I was so stressed by the debacle this was coming that I didn’t have room to be nervous. I knock on the door, and William Shatner opens up. No, not really, but the guy kinda looked just like him. Older yes, but not ugly really. He just looked like some body’s dad. He was quite a gentleman. He took my coat, and offered me a drink. Before the evening went too far though, I had to get an issue cleared up, and I didn’t really know what to say… so I went vague, hoping he would be able to keep up. “I don’t have anything. Do you?” Surprisingly, he didn’t look at me like I was an idiot. He looked a little helpless and said, “No, I don’t” “Ok, I’ll be back in 10 minutes” I literally ran the 3 blocks to the closest convenience store. The condoms were behind the counter, and the man who spoke almost no English indicated that I’d have to come around to pick out what kind I wanted. “Just regular is fine, thanks” No deal. He made me come around and pick. Seriously?! Seriously!! Is every party of this bloody thing going to be as painful as this? Can’t one thing go smoothly. Truthfully, this is just kinda how my life goes, and I’ve given up struggling against it. So I get back to the hotel, of course running into a old co-worker, but I keep going with only a quick hello. Once I got back into the room everything went better. We had a drink, then I just stood up and placed myself in front of him. I put my hand on the back of his neck, and he put his hands on me.

I’m sitting here trying to come up with the words to convey to you how it felt. With so many people sex is so shallow. So so shallow. Purely visual. If the person is ugly then the sex can’t be good. I won’t say what you see doesn’t have anything to do with it, but put on a blindfold and sex with an ugly person, isn’t going to be too different than sex with a hot person. With this gentleman, there was respect there. He was caring, and tender and respectful. It felt good.