Further Consideration

So I had 2 afternoon calls right after that blog. The first one was Dude. I like Dude. I’ve met him before. Dude fucks like a maniac. Like seriously, he’s incredible. Afterwards, during the chat/find my shirt time, he kept asking for my phone number. He can’t believe that I don’t have a second phone for work. I would like to give Dude my phone number, trust me. What’s wrong with me?!? You’d think with me being in this industry, I’d be less adverse to breaking the rules. But I’m not. Alas.

Second call I also thought was a repeat client. He wasn’t in my book, but I recognised the address, cause it’s 3 blocks from my place. I remember the guy. He was not my favourite, but at least he was respectful. As I’ve said before that makes all the difference. I get buzzed in and he is waiting for me at the end of the hall. This is not the same guy. So many similarities, old weathered skin, greasy curly mullet in pony tail, bad track pants, yet not the same guy. Am I wrong? Could this be his son? That’d be weird. I walk into the apartment. Definitely the same place. Original guy is on the couch with the blanket over his head. We go into his room, and I suggest he closes the door. “I am so drunk” he tells me for the 17^th time. “Yes. You are. I don’t even know what to do with you, you’re so drunk. When did you start drinking?” At this point it may have been three in the afternoon. “Five days ago” He says as proud as an eight year old who just got a gold star. “Alright, well lets do this then.” I figure there’s no avoiding it .This man was gross. He was so gross, there just aren’t words. For every level that a person could be gross, he was. Well that’s not entirely true, I asked him if he’s showered recently, and he forced me to smell him. All I could smell was beer. So I’m starfishing. I’m not even pretending to enjoy myself. I’m doing everything I can just to mentally keep myself there. My neck is craned as far away from him as it could stretch, and he kept putting his face in my neck and ear. His throat gargling with his moans, and his whiskers creeping against my cheek. Each time I would push his face away from mine. I’m not even going to apologise. It was just that gross. Eventually he got mad that I wasn’t into it. Like really mad. Punching the walls and yelling swears at me mad. I got dressed and got the fuck out of there. Didn’t have a driver if things went south. I should know it’s only a matter of time.