It's been longer than usual since I've written, but believe it or not, I've been quite busy. I'm making good on my word to promote myself and I can now be found on the company web site with a new blurb. I've been moved to the top of the "Gallery" as I am regularly in the top 5 for bringing in the most business. You can find me in the back of the Sun, I'm also advertising in two different Craigs List type sites. Because I'm bringing in so many new and repeat clients they're also giving me more generals. Most days I'm getting more calls than I want. This is a good thing.
Most of the time I'll stop at four calls in a day. (Not saying that, that s every day, but when it is…) Man, just writing that makes me feel a little dirty. My friends have asked me how I can do it. I just can. I think my body has just gotten used to it. I really don't mind. But after four, I'm just tired. That makes for a long day. It's not just the hour I spend with them, there's driving time too, and it's a big city that I live in lol. I think I spend on average 5 hours a day in my car.
I've had some odd ducks this last week too, let me tell you!
I get this call to go an out skirting town which is good for my pocket. The guy also wants GFE. Perfect. But while talking to him on the phone he starts asking lots of questions about my driver. Right now I don't have a driver, but if someone asks, I say I do. This guy was asking so many questions though. Like "Where's he going to park?" "What is he going to do with his time," "Is your driver a guy or a girl?" and on and on and on. This made me pretty nervous about things. Even though Andrew and I ended things on pretty bad terms I called him up to see if he wanted to make $100. It would easily chew up three hours of his Friday night. He was already busy, so I called another friend. I was worried that it would be inappropriate cause he's a ‘civilian’, I guess you'd say, but he was free and I needed someone, so off we went. As we pull up, he asked what the plan was if things go wrong. I assured him that they wouldn't, but if they did, kick the door down. "Seriously?" he asks. "Yes." "But I don't have the right shoes for that" he jokes, pointing at his flip flops.
Dudes place was beautiful, and he seemed pretty normal. No problems getting money or other red flags. One things got started though, the man fucked the shit out of me. Seriously, I've never had sex like that before in my life. I'm not saying it was great or anything, just intense! At one point he literally picked me up by my vagina. This went on for two hours! Ugh, I was exhausted by the time we were done. (Don’t worry, I wasn’t hurt or anything)
When it was time to go, my prince of a driver was there right on queue, and things were not discussed. He did have a bag of chips for me though, which made me the happiest girl in the world.
It was an hour back into town and my initial thought was I was done for the night, but there weren't that many girls booked on, so I took one more call.
It's so funny how there are 'types'. My second call that night was a 'type' and I didn't need this kind of work experience to recognise it. In a past life I taught ESL in Asia. I found the ex-pats who I met were all just a little off. Or a lot (myself being no exception) but it's like the reason they go is cause they don't fit in here (myself being no exception). This would be that guy. He looked for oil in the middle east. To say he was unique would be kind. He gave me a tour of his house and insisted on showing me his sleeping children. I all but begged him not to; it felt so weird, so inappropriate. But I couldn't stop him from opening their bedroom door and letting the light shine in. I politely refused to enter their room though. Like I say, unique. Harmless, but definitely unique.
On the opposite end of harmless, I've had a lot more coke heads than usual. Makes me wonder I there was a big import recently. This mornings was really bad. And it started out wrong from the get go. I was wearing purple underwear, and he's like, "Who told you to wear purple? I hate purple" What The Fuck!?!?! I played it super coy and playful, I said, "Don't be silly, no one told me! What’s wrong with purple?" And he launches into this retarded story about mis-ordered fabrics. I tell him, "Well, why don't we just take it off then." This seemed to mellow him out a bit. He had a hard time not slurring his words, and he was telling me about how his ex wife killed their baby. It was fucking weird. I got out of there.
Most of the time I'll stop at four calls in a day. (Not saying that, that s every day, but when it is…) Man, just writing that makes me feel a little dirty. My friends have asked me how I can do it. I just can. I think my body has just gotten used to it. I really don't mind. But after four, I'm just tired. That makes for a long day. It's not just the hour I spend with them, there's driving time too, and it's a big city that I live in lol. I think I spend on average 5 hours a day in my car.
I've had some odd ducks this last week too, let me tell you!
I get this call to go an out skirting town which is good for my pocket. The guy also wants GFE. Perfect. But while talking to him on the phone he starts asking lots of questions about my driver. Right now I don't have a driver, but if someone asks, I say I do. This guy was asking so many questions though. Like "Where's he going to park?" "What is he going to do with his time," "Is your driver a guy or a girl?" and on and on and on. This made me pretty nervous about things. Even though Andrew and I ended things on pretty bad terms I called him up to see if he wanted to make $100. It would easily chew up three hours of his Friday night. He was already busy, so I called another friend. I was worried that it would be inappropriate cause he's a ‘civilian’, I guess you'd say, but he was free and I needed someone, so off we went. As we pull up, he asked what the plan was if things go wrong. I assured him that they wouldn't, but if they did, kick the door down. "Seriously?" he asks. "Yes." "But I don't have the right shoes for that" he jokes, pointing at his flip flops.
Dudes place was beautiful, and he seemed pretty normal. No problems getting money or other red flags. One things got started though, the man fucked the shit out of me. Seriously, I've never had sex like that before in my life. I'm not saying it was great or anything, just intense! At one point he literally picked me up by my vagina. This went on for two hours! Ugh, I was exhausted by the time we were done. (Don’t worry, I wasn’t hurt or anything)
When it was time to go, my prince of a driver was there right on queue, and things were not discussed. He did have a bag of chips for me though, which made me the happiest girl in the world.
It was an hour back into town and my initial thought was I was done for the night, but there weren't that many girls booked on, so I took one more call.
It's so funny how there are 'types'. My second call that night was a 'type' and I didn't need this kind of work experience to recognise it. In a past life I taught ESL in Asia. I found the ex-pats who I met were all just a little off. Or a lot (myself being no exception) but it's like the reason they go is cause they don't fit in here (myself being no exception). This would be that guy. He looked for oil in the middle east. To say he was unique would be kind. He gave me a tour of his house and insisted on showing me his sleeping children. I all but begged him not to; it felt so weird, so inappropriate. But I couldn't stop him from opening their bedroom door and letting the light shine in. I politely refused to enter their room though. Like I say, unique. Harmless, but definitely unique.
On the opposite end of harmless, I've had a lot more coke heads than usual. Makes me wonder I there was a big import recently. This mornings was really bad. And it started out wrong from the get go. I was wearing purple underwear, and he's like, "Who told you to wear purple? I hate purple" What The Fuck!?!?! I played it super coy and playful, I said, "Don't be silly, no one told me! What’s wrong with purple?" And he launches into this retarded story about mis-ordered fabrics. I tell him, "Well, why don't we just take it off then." This seemed to mellow him out a bit. He had a hard time not slurring his words, and he was telling me about how his ex wife killed their baby. It was fucking weird. I got out of there.
Last night I turned down two calls because I didn’t feel that they were safe. It was after midnight, and one was to the cities sketchiest hotel. I’ve been there before, but not late at night. The second call the client wanted me to meet him in a back alley. Both of these things I’d do in the light of day, but not late at night like that. I told them straight out that that’s why I wouldn’t do it too.
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