Good Client

It’s been a few hours since I’ve left my client and I’m still feeling lovey dovey. Some men just know how to treat a woman. It’s nice. He actually tried to book an appointment yesterday, and (in so many words) I told him to call back when he was ready. I honestly didn’t expect to hear from him again. He was someone else’s regular, and the reason I got the call was because she was unavailable. Sure enough, 8:24 this morning, I get his call! I stole him away from her… Yes! We decide to meet at 11:30, which gives me plenty of time to sleep for another couple hours and shower before I have to get out the door.

When I walk through the threshold I have to size people up pretty quick to determine any kind of threat. ie their general mood, if they’re high (they often are) / how high, and what kind of high, and if there is anyone else in there. I’m also looking to get a read on them to see what kind of girl they’re looking for. Some people just want to fuck and that’s it, some want to take things slow, some want  conversation, some want to lead, some want to be lead... I’m getting pretty good at reading people, and recognising cue’s. I enjoy it. I’ve always been a people watcher, but using these new tools in my real life has become fun. Especially at the bar! Ha ha. 

I always like to tell you my first impression of clients. My first impression of this guy was good. He was blondish, well built, in his mid to late thirties, and nervous, which came through in a jumpy boyish kind of way. I put on my playful eyes for him. I kind of teased him a little, and my laugh came easy. We talked a bit, he offered me a drink, I told him about my weekend, then I asked him if he wanted to go in the other room. He walked up to me and put his arms around me. He’s going to ask me something, I think to myself. I already know that it’s going to be a question that I’ve heard a million times, but he thinks he’s the first too ask. What is he going to want me to do? On a scale to ten, my nervous-ometer goes up to about a four. “Well… I’d really like too… would it be ok if I…” He stammers, “Can I give you a massage?” Ha ha ha, Phew!!  I laugh, and look down shyly, “Well, I suppose I can struggle through it…” I tease, like it’s going to be painful. Awesome. I like this guy already. What’s really funny though is on the way over I was reaching into the back seat of my car, and I pulled something in my neck. I though to myself, ‘What are the chances, that I’ll get a massage out of this client? Slim to none!’ Bingo! We go into his room and start to undress. I have this thing where when I’m taking my pants off I turn around and bend at the waist, pushing my ass into their groin, or hands, or just so they get the view. Men love that. They are so visual.

The massage was nice. I asked him why he never got into massage therapy if he loved it so much. He laughed and said, “Cause I wouldn’t be able to…” I laugh too, knowing what he’s talking about. “Same reason I never got into it, I wouldn’t be able to behave myself!” And sure enough he wasn’t. Man he was good. I had explained to him before we got started about GFE, but in the heat of the moment, he looked at me from between my legs, and said, “You’d better stop me now…” I couldn’t. I pushed myself into his face. Sometimes passion just takes over. Afterwards, I scolded him, “You broke a lot of rules, Mister!” He gave me his faux guilty look, “Sorry.” He murmured and continued to stroke his fingers up and down the length of my back. “Mmm-hmm,” I said, as I melted.

I told him about my experience looking for male escorts, and how there really isn’t a lot in the city. I suggested that if he really loved giving massages as much as he said he does, he should look into it. He told me that he didn’t have the tool for it. With hindsight I should have known what he was talking about, but I didn’t. We talked about it a bit longer, and he made himself clearer when he confessed that he thought he wasn’t big enough. “What?!?! You know porn is not real right? Men don’t really have cocks that big.” I would honestly put my client at slightly above average anyway. Stupid porn. Cause of inadequacies and disillusionment for men and women everywhere. I don’t think I was able to talk him into it though. 

I’ve been a very bad hooker lately. I’ve been letting men get away with more than they should.

I was at a three girl call last week, and the client was crazy wealthy, and this little rendezvous was sponsored by these two sales guys for him being their biggest client. Three guys, three girls, and this was a work thing… for them… How does this happen??? “So… uh, after you sign this deal, wanna get some hookers?” ha ha ha, I just could never imagine women doing that. What a perfect world it would be if we did! HA! Anyway, point of my story, since it was his treat, he got to pick first, and he picked me (yes, I got ego off that, I thought the two other girls were beautiful) and this was another time where there was just a lot of passion, we really connected. I whispered in his ear (sincerely) how badly I wanted to go down on him, but that would cost extra. “The guys will pay for it,” He told me. I didn’t want to interrupt them, because they had their own girls, and I didn’t want to interrupt us either so I went ahead without collecting first. This is something that I never do. Cause, like I’ve told you, I get screwed every time. So away we go. Afterwards, we’re all in the kitchen, and I snug up to him and say, “Don’t forget…” Then look down and back up at him with my kitten eyes (Think Shrek) and he grabs his buddy and then waves me into a back room with him. They only have half the amount owing. Of course. I let it go. This is a client I want to keep! But like I say; every friggen time. Frick! Get your money first Woman!

Then last night there was this guy… And this story need a little back ground… And it’s probably going to fall under the category of too much sharing, but we’ve gone this far… The idea of anal is a huge turn on for me. I have done it, and I have enjoyed it, but not for a long time. It’s something that I absolutely refuse to do at work, but given the right partner for Realme I keep trying to enjoy. I love it in theory, but in practice, I just can’t do it. It’s uncomfortable, and not sexy, and sometimes quite painful. I’m not one to give up though. I want to be able to do it! I want to be able to love it! Back to my story. Last night I had this client, and he paid for GFE, so after he was finished, rather than getting dressed and heading out (tactfully) I hang around and he’s playing with me a bit, and I tease, “Don’t do that if you’re not going to follow through!” So he gets down to business, ha ha. Earlier in the evening his thumb kind of circled around my rim, and I politely move his hand away, but now things were getting pretty intense, and his thumb just went right in! It felt amazing! He removed his thumb, and I begged him to put it back. I’m bad. My orgasm was great though. Oh man.

So yes, I’m breaking a few of my rules, but I’m pretty ok with it.