Well, the job wasn't bullshit. I was surprised. My day has been full of surprises. They tell us that they're going to pick us up in the limo near down town. I head in that direction and when I'm almost there, I get a call and they've changed the pick up location to a strip joint in the south. No big deal I guess. I was going to be the first one there, so the other girl asked that I get the money sorted out with them while we wait for them to arrive. I am not super cool with this. With multi-girl calls, I don't go in until everyone is there. I don't care where it is, it's not my job to entertain multiple men under any context. I'm the first one there, and I take the time to clean the inside of my car.
The other girls arrived together shortly after and, to my surprise the third girl was Ange. Ange was the friend I had that introduced me to the agency. Ange and I used to be really good friends, then she crossed a major line, which ended our friendship. After several months, we made up (we have all the same friends, it's hard to avoid each other) and it wasn't long before she did the exact same thing again. Fool me once... I told her never to talk to me again. She'd hurt me bad.
I thought she had quit the business, but I guess not. Game face time. If I can fake it with the men, I can fake it with her too. We go into the club, and they're not there. Lisa orders a shot of tequila, Ange a beer, and I go to the washroom. I don't know how much we're going to be expected to drink tonight, I'm certainly not going to start early. Lisa phones them, and they're on there way. Ange and I place our bets. We both think it's going to be bullshit. It wasn't though. We go out to the parking lot and there's the limo with the driver waiting to open the door for us.
"I guess you'll do," he says in a thick Russian accent.
"Excuse me?!" Ange says indignantly.
"Damn straight we will!" I tease. Tone and confidence is everything. This guy can go fuck himself.
The three guys were in their late 40's and none of them were overly attractive. Just super average. Time to go to work. Drinks for everyone, laughs, teasing, and time to get the money. Lisa is a fucking shark. She was all over that shit. It was amazing.
And the limo, it was fucking weird. You know how you can't see in a limo from the outside because they're tinted. These windows weren't tinted. They were just blacked out. I tried to roll one down, and that didn't work.
"Do the doors open?!" I exclaim, slightly panicked. Yes. No worries. But when the driver rolled up the patrician, it was like we were in a black tube with flashing party lights. This would be a concern if we were going anywhere. But we weren't. We just parked behind a gas station. Super classy.
Speaking of super classy, the driver. Fuck. What a guy. He looked like a Russian gangster. Complete with the Frankinstein scar across his jaw. He had no qualms opening the door while we were working to check on things or bring ice or lower the patrician for what ever reason. As a result, I had no qualms leaving our used condoms for him. He was such a skeeze ball. We were all dressed again by the time we got back to the club.
"Alright. Get out." He says to us as he opens the limo door. He was so rude, I just looked at him dismissivly and returned to attending to my man. I'm going to listen to the person paying me, not this fuckwad.
As for the actual job, it ended up being two hours, not three or four, and dinner was not included. I'm super glad I ate prior. But let me tell you, I was fucking amazing at my job tonight. The two girls looked like hookers, I looked like a sexy lawyer. The least attractive of the three picked me first, which frankly really didn't bother me. You've got three moderately unattractive men, who cares which one is the best looking.
We got our flirt on pretty good, and he became very interested in my plunging neckline and what was going on under that long pencil skirt of mine. He starts tugging at my buttons.
"You're not going to make be be the only one naked here are you?" I joked. Please don't make me be the only one naked in this limo. I prolonged it as much as I could by taking the skirt off, and unbuttoning my blouse, leaving my thigh-highs, and white panties and bra on. That lasted only for a little while, and before long all that was left were my thigh-highs. I was the only one naked for about 15 minutes. It bothered me a little, but not too much. The girls knew I was just doing my job. They were naked soon enough anyway. We all ended up fucking in this limo. Have I mentioned how weird I think it is that men do this?
The three of us went for dinner afterwards. I didn't want to, but I'd told Lisa I'd drive her home. Lisa was really drunk, and continued to drink excessively at the restaurant. It was an upscale restaurant, and they were getting rowdy. It was starting to get embarrassing.
At one point Lisa looked at me and said, "Are you feeling over-whelmed and claustrophobic?"
"Yes." What else could I say, I was. Several things had happened today, each were like a kick to the gut, and I was done being Alison. I wanted to go home.
Lisa went to the washroom, and Ange took that opportunity to corner me.
"You know I still love you. {as a friend, we were never romantic} I really miss having you in my life. I talk about you a lot."
"Ange, I think you and I just have a very different idea of what a friend is." It was the best I could give her. I have no ill feelings towards her, no malice, but I have no idea how she would possibly think I'd let her back in my life again.
When I left, she told me she will call me soon, I said, ok. If she does, I'm just going to be completely straight with her.
Driving Lisa home was interesting. She seems like a really cool chic. The two of us had worked together earlier this week where I met her for the first time. I was glad for that, because tonight she was pretty drunk, and it's hard to get a read on what is the person, and what is the booze. She started working when she was 15. She's 25 now. Fuck. I couldn't imagine. But like I say, she knows how to work it. She will charge the hour rate just to show up. If you want to do anything else you have to shell out more cash. We're going for coffee this week and she's going to give me some tips. She thinks I'm awesome. Ha ha. She was impressed with me tonight. The two of them bought me dinner because I took one for the team in the limo. I let them.
As much as work has trained me to follow my gut, tonight I didn't. My gut is attached to my heart, and my heart is ever the optimist. I had to listen to my head tonight as it was the only thing that made sense. Whether I'm right, or I'm not, I'm sorry.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Don't Hold Your Breath
I'm about to go on a call thats too good to be true. Three girls, three guys, they're going to pick us up in a limo in a location of our choosing, then take us out and wine and dine us for the evening. I asked him what kind of time frame was for this and he said three or four hours. I confirmed that the rate was per girl, per hour and he didn't blink. So, right now I'm in a restaurant eating as much rice as quickly as I can. Frankly tough, I'll believe it when I see it. The other girl I talked to thinks it's completely legit. I'll keep you posted.
For the record, there's no way I would take this call if I were alone. That whole car issue. My paranoia keeps me safe :D
For the record, there's no way I would take this call if I were alone. That whole car issue. My paranoia keeps me safe :D
I'm a Pimp!
No, I'm not, well not really. Andrew convinced me to work for him, but strictly as a receptionist. Strictly legal (it's illegal to work as an escort for more than one agency) So I have this cheep-o little flip phone ~ homage to the T9, which rings all the time. It's my job to take the calls, and relay the information to the girls. Andrew is the pimp... And by pimp, I mean agency owner. Man, you'd think pimps have it easy, not at all! The amount of babysitting he has to do, I'd kill myself. No thank you!
It's interesting to be on the other side doing the screening. I was always curious about it. I was tempted to do it for my agency, but it would involve actually being in the office, which I'm really not interested in doing.
I was greatly surprised at how many people are looking for in-calls. I'd say about 80%. As mentioned before, in-calls are illegal. I imagine this is to prevent trafficking and forcible confinement. I hope, but doubt it does. When things are made illegal it often just pushes them underground. Most of the independent girls do in-calls. If you look on line they advertise it right on their sites. If I were independent, I know I would rather do in-calls, and even with the agency I would. It would be so much safer. I wouldn't be walking into a strangers house, or hotel room. The game would be played on home court.
Even with a driver, if shit goes south they're out in the car, out of ear-shot. If I'm in my own home or brothel as the gov't likes to call it (giggle) I could have someone in the other room. Depending how I felt, I would even let the client know. Not only that, but I wouldn't be driving alllll the friggen time. That for sure would keep me safer, ha ha ha. I think it would be a better way of doing things, but I see how the authorities wouldn't. I know that in other places in the country there are brothels. Not sure if they're legal or not though.
In follow up to yesterdays post, and I'm not going to get into it too much, but I had my Chakra's aligned. It was kind of amazing. I was lying flat on a massage table, and she wasn't touching me, but it felt like she was twisting me and bending me the whole time. I had to keep reminding myself that I was still lying flat. Seriously Amazing! I feel so much better. I spend the whole time focusing on negative energies, and releasing them, and allowing positive energies in. Afterwards, we were talking, and she said somethings about my past that were amazingly accurate. Before we got started, I asked her about protecting myself from negative energies as I am in physical contact with people. She asked if I was a massage therapist, and I said no, and I guess that was the only job she could think of that would involve physical contact, so she kind of dismissed it. "Why didn't I just say yes?" I scolded myself. Afterwards I was honest with her, and she treated it like it was no big. But it the things I need to do is completely different than if I were a massage therapist. She recommended a couple books for me to read, and I read one this afternoon. Like I say, this is an escorting blog, not a Realme blog, but the books just. made. sense.
I feel re-energized, re-charged, and ready to go back to work tomorrow.
It's interesting to be on the other side doing the screening. I was always curious about it. I was tempted to do it for my agency, but it would involve actually being in the office, which I'm really not interested in doing.
I was greatly surprised at how many people are looking for in-calls. I'd say about 80%. As mentioned before, in-calls are illegal. I imagine this is to prevent trafficking and forcible confinement. I hope, but doubt it does. When things are made illegal it often just pushes them underground. Most of the independent girls do in-calls. If you look on line they advertise it right on their sites. If I were independent, I know I would rather do in-calls, and even with the agency I would. It would be so much safer. I wouldn't be walking into a strangers house, or hotel room. The game would be played on home court.
Even with a driver, if shit goes south they're out in the car, out of ear-shot. If I'm in my own home or brothel as the gov't likes to call it (giggle) I could have someone in the other room. Depending how I felt, I would even let the client know. Not only that, but I wouldn't be driving alllll the friggen time. That for sure would keep me safer, ha ha ha. I think it would be a better way of doing things, but I see how the authorities wouldn't. I know that in other places in the country there are brothels. Not sure if they're legal or not though.
In follow up to yesterdays post, and I'm not going to get into it too much, but I had my Chakra's aligned. It was kind of amazing. I was lying flat on a massage table, and she wasn't touching me, but it felt like she was twisting me and bending me the whole time. I had to keep reminding myself that I was still lying flat. Seriously Amazing! I feel so much better. I spend the whole time focusing on negative energies, and releasing them, and allowing positive energies in. Afterwards, we were talking, and she said somethings about my past that were amazingly accurate. Before we got started, I asked her about protecting myself from negative energies as I am in physical contact with people. She asked if I was a massage therapist, and I said no, and I guess that was the only job she could think of that would involve physical contact, so she kind of dismissed it. "Why didn't I just say yes?" I scolded myself. Afterwards I was honest with her, and she treated it like it was no big. But it the things I need to do is completely different than if I were a massage therapist. She recommended a couple books for me to read, and I read one this afternoon. Like I say, this is an escorting blog, not a Realme blog, but the books just. made. sense.
I feel re-energized, re-charged, and ready to go back to work tomorrow.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Tired
I don't know how much longer I can do this job for. I find the level of intimacy that clients push for to be very taxing. The person that I am, and how I live with such an open heart, I feel like I can't refuse it, and I can't fake it. I fake the physical stuff a lot, but that whole gazing into each others eye's shit, it's... I feel like it's taking parts of me.
I've been feeling very run down lately. Very exhausted. I didn't want to get out of bed at all today. I got home from a call last night at 3:30, slept until 9, then laid in bed until noon. The only reason I got out of bed was because a friend called in a favour, and I had to get up. All day long I've been dragging ass with pillow lust on the brain. It's halloween weekend, which means the phones are going to be ringing off the hook tonight. It's probably going to be a big money weekend, but I just feel so tired.
I had a call tonight. It was a call back from a man I've seen over the summer. I've only seen him once before and I didn't remember him. This was the time when I was a little sloppy with my book keeping, so I had no reference of him. But when I got to his house, I remembered. I've blogged about this guy. He was the one who insisted on showing me his sleeping children. So incredibly inappropriate. Last time, I left his place with an uneasy feeling, that I couldn't put my finger on. As I thought about it tonight I realised, that it comes from the years he spent over seas. It's the way he treats women. I got this from the way he treated me and the way he talked about his ex girlfriends and wives. He treated me very well, I won't dispute that. It's like the way a man treats a corvette, he may love it and take very good care of it, but it's still a corvette. It's still property. Status.
But look how spoiled I am! I've got it so fucking good with my job, I don't even know. I'm complaining that this guy takes care of me. I walk in, and he offers me a beverage. He gives me a massage, then he gets me off (or he thinks he does), then we have sex, then another massage, then we talk. The truth is, I can't stand this guy. I find him pretentious and arrogant, and egotistical, and those are all my least favourite character traits. I also have to pretend to be so intimate with him. It's hard to do.
Last night's call, which also left me exhausted, was just serious fucking. The sex was good, but it was so physically demanding. I was just tired afterwards. I feel tired all the time. I'm walking around with this feeling in my chest, like this heavy weight in my chest. This ball of negative energy. I've been feeling ok emotionally, not super awesome, but good, generally happy and cheerful, but I've been carrying around this pit of just sour energy.
I've made an appointment to see a specialist about my Chakras. I know there's a lot of people out there who think that that whole thing is a load of crap, but I completely disagree. I don't know about aligning them or how it works at all, but I believe that people have enregy that they carry around. I believe that negative energy breeds negative energy, and positive energy breeds positive energy. I believe that there are people who are experts in this field, so I'm going to see one tomorrow. I hope she can help me with this pit in my chest. I've had friends go see her and they've raved about her. Alex suggested that I have some of my Chakra windows closed. I do work so intimately with people. It's undeniable, that during sex, regardless of the circumstances, energy is exchanged. I often feel like I take on their energy. I hope that she will be able to do something that will help with that.
I'm really looking forward to moving into my new place on monday. When I decided to leave my ex-boyfriend instead of marrying him, I fell into the deepest depression I have ever been in in my life, so I went to see a therapist about it. After him and I split up, I moved around a lot trying to find a place to live. One of the things that the therapist said to me, was that that had a lot to do with my state of mind. As she put it, my apple basket had been tipped over. This was an expression I have taken with me. Of course my world was a little in chaos. I feel like I don't have somewhere to put my soul right now. I'm just hanging on until Monday, where I know I can relax for a little while. Where I'm going does have a very positve energy. I'm really looking forward to being there and being able to breathe again.
I've been sleeping at this house, but I've essentially been living in my car for the last two weeks. I leave in the morning, and I spend all day in my car. I drive from place to place, doing things, looking for somewhere to eat, or parked somewhere reading a book, or playing on my ipad. I'm really looking forward to not living in the suburbs any more. It's just too far, and too much gas, and too much time on the road. So Monday. Monday things will be better.
I've been feeling very run down lately. Very exhausted. I didn't want to get out of bed at all today. I got home from a call last night at 3:30, slept until 9, then laid in bed until noon. The only reason I got out of bed was because a friend called in a favour, and I had to get up. All day long I've been dragging ass with pillow lust on the brain. It's halloween weekend, which means the phones are going to be ringing off the hook tonight. It's probably going to be a big money weekend, but I just feel so tired.
I had a call tonight. It was a call back from a man I've seen over the summer. I've only seen him once before and I didn't remember him. This was the time when I was a little sloppy with my book keeping, so I had no reference of him. But when I got to his house, I remembered. I've blogged about this guy. He was the one who insisted on showing me his sleeping children. So incredibly inappropriate. Last time, I left his place with an uneasy feeling, that I couldn't put my finger on. As I thought about it tonight I realised, that it comes from the years he spent over seas. It's the way he treats women. I got this from the way he treated me and the way he talked about his ex girlfriends and wives. He treated me very well, I won't dispute that. It's like the way a man treats a corvette, he may love it and take very good care of it, but it's still a corvette. It's still property. Status.
But look how spoiled I am! I've got it so fucking good with my job, I don't even know. I'm complaining that this guy takes care of me. I walk in, and he offers me a beverage. He gives me a massage, then he gets me off (or he thinks he does), then we have sex, then another massage, then we talk. The truth is, I can't stand this guy. I find him pretentious and arrogant, and egotistical, and those are all my least favourite character traits. I also have to pretend to be so intimate with him. It's hard to do.
Last night's call, which also left me exhausted, was just serious fucking. The sex was good, but it was so physically demanding. I was just tired afterwards. I feel tired all the time. I'm walking around with this feeling in my chest, like this heavy weight in my chest. This ball of negative energy. I've been feeling ok emotionally, not super awesome, but good, generally happy and cheerful, but I've been carrying around this pit of just sour energy.
I've made an appointment to see a specialist about my Chakras. I know there's a lot of people out there who think that that whole thing is a load of crap, but I completely disagree. I don't know about aligning them or how it works at all, but I believe that people have enregy that they carry around. I believe that negative energy breeds negative energy, and positive energy breeds positive energy. I believe that there are people who are experts in this field, so I'm going to see one tomorrow. I hope she can help me with this pit in my chest. I've had friends go see her and they've raved about her. Alex suggested that I have some of my Chakra windows closed. I do work so intimately with people. It's undeniable, that during sex, regardless of the circumstances, energy is exchanged. I often feel like I take on their energy. I hope that she will be able to do something that will help with that.
I'm really looking forward to moving into my new place on monday. When I decided to leave my ex-boyfriend instead of marrying him, I fell into the deepest depression I have ever been in in my life, so I went to see a therapist about it. After him and I split up, I moved around a lot trying to find a place to live. One of the things that the therapist said to me, was that that had a lot to do with my state of mind. As she put it, my apple basket had been tipped over. This was an expression I have taken with me. Of course my world was a little in chaos. I feel like I don't have somewhere to put my soul right now. I'm just hanging on until Monday, where I know I can relax for a little while. Where I'm going does have a very positve energy. I'm really looking forward to being there and being able to breathe again.
I've been sleeping at this house, but I've essentially been living in my car for the last two weeks. I leave in the morning, and I spend all day in my car. I drive from place to place, doing things, looking for somewhere to eat, or parked somewhere reading a book, or playing on my ipad. I'm really looking forward to not living in the suburbs any more. It's just too far, and too much gas, and too much time on the road. So Monday. Monday things will be better.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Dressin Up
I've decided not to participate in Halloween this year, for no other reason than I just don't feel like it. I've been invited to a few parties, but I can't be bothered with the whole coming up with a costume aspect of it, ha ha. I could go as a sexy pirate, or as a sexy Dorothy, or as a sexy... it seems all outfits involve plunging neck lines and short skirts. I would kind of like to go as an incredibly ugly witch or something. Mean Girls Style. When I don't have to do the hair and make up thing, I enjoy being about as desheveled as I can be. Like I say though, I'm just going to skip the whole thing and work. Should be good money to be made late in the evening, or early the next morning. Should I see my clients dressed up as something though? A sexy hooker perhaps? That'd be new! I could break out the fish net stalkings, slutty boots... Your thoughts?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Record Breaking Day
8:30 - Start my day with the same conversation I have every day
"Hi, It's Realme, I'm booking on"
"Good morning, Ok, talk to you soon"
Hang up. Go back to sleep
8:48 - Phone rings, jolts me back awake.
"I have a call for you here, but feel them out. They're haggling a lot over the price. It's someones birthday, and they all want to celebrate with you."
"Ok, I'll call them, and explain the rules, see how it goes."
8:50 - Phone the birthday boy.
"Is this Jason?"
"Yeah, can you come over?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the south"
"Are you in a house or a hotel room? Are you with your friends?"
"I'm in a house, my buddy is here, but he's sleeping."
"Ok, I just want to make it clear that the rate you were given is just for you for half an hour. I don't want to see anyone else there, I don't like being out numbered."
"Don't worry, you'll be safe, we can go in the basement."
"Ok, what's your address." He sounded drunk, but nothing out of the ordinary. I consider getting Andrew out of bed to drive me, but it would take him too long to get down to my end of town. Also I wouldn't want to ask that big of a favour so I would pay him, cutting further into my profit. I'd be making almost nothing on the call.
8:52 I call work and confirm I'm taking the call.
10:00 Arrive at Dudes house. He's definitely drunk. Most likely high on coke as well. He suggests we fuck in the living room, but I decline. I don't want anyone walking in on us. So we go into the basement, unfinished with these little couch like chairs pushed together. Awesome. I start to wonder if he's too drunk to fuck, but he starts make the moves, so apparently not. He tries to start out bending me over, but he's having a hard time with balance, and won't go low enough. I try to kindly tell him that it's not going to work, but he's persistent. Finally I straighten up and look at him square.
"It's not going to work," I say flatly. I lay back into the couch and he lowers down on to me with the same finesse of a helicopter then he start jackhammering into me. He's so rough, I'm worried the chair is coming apart. This is not enjoyable for me. Not at all. It was weird. He was so rough, but I felt nothing at all. It didn't feel good, it didn't hurt, just the breath being knocked out of me with each thrust. I feel like I'm being raped, I thought. Then I felt really bad for thinking that. This is not rape. Clearly. It just felt so violent and forceful. I just checked out in my brain and waited for the remainder 15 minutes to be up. It was one of the worst calls I've been on.
10:26 - Phone rings
"This is your time call."
"Thanks."
Hang up.
He hadn't finished when it was time for me to go, and tried to talk me into staying for another couple minutes.
"That's not how it works," I tell him. I really wanted to use the washroom, but I decided it would be best to get out of there.
10:32 - Call Work
"Hey, it's Realme, I'm out," They're waiting for that call, and I won't make it until I'm in my car with the doors locked. I will always use my real name too. I figure if I say my name is Alison it will be a red flag for them indicating that I'm still with the client. I see this as a good thing.
"Ok we have another call for you." They give me the info.
10:33 - I call client, but he wants me to call him back in 10 minutes. He says he's trying to get out of going for breakfast with his buddies so I can come over. He's probably just calling a bunch of agencies looking for a girl he likes the most.
10:34 - I phone the agency back and let agency know.
10:45 - I call Dude back. He thinks that we've seen each other before. I'm honest with him, and tell him that I'm better with faces than I am with names, so I'm not sure. He has a million questions for me. Usually these conversations only last a couple minutes, but he has a million questions. He wants to know all about my services, but I don't like talking about that stuff on the phone.
I told him that I don't do Greek, and he's like, "Ugh, of course not! That's inhuman!" His repulsion to it makes me think it's his fetish, and a bit of a red flag.
After all that he says he'll call me back later that afternoon. That means I'll never hear from him again.
10:53 - I call the agency and let them know, and head into Starbucks to do some long over due bookkeeping
11:30 - Agency calls, with another call for me so I leave Starbucks. I haven't even touched my coffee. I don't want it. I figure for $2.50, I can rent their table space. Doesn't mean I have to consume things my body doesn't need.
11:35 - I call the client and book.
11:38 - Report back to Agency and head downtown.
12:18 - Arrive at Chris' apartment and check in with the girls. He's watching What About Bob, and we reminisce over what a classic the movie it was. I watched it so many times as a kid. I suggest watching the movie from bed, but he declines.
"This is ok," He tells me.
Half an hour goes by, and we're chatting lots, and laughing lots.
"So, if you have any expectations..." I say to him, and look over to his bed.
"No, can we just do this? I just like to talk."
"Yeah, for sure, it's your time, we can do what ever you'd like. I just didn't want the time to sneak by with out you realising it." I fine getting paid to watch TV! He cuddles into me more.
1:06 - The hour passes and he asks if I stay longer would he get the next hour for a lower price. I put on my sad face, and say no. It is way too busy to be giving out discounts today!
"Ok, well then I have to go to the bank."
"Well, how about you do that, and I just run and grab us some lunch." I was STARVING! All I'd eaten so far was a banana. He agreed, but declined on food for himself.
1:47 - Return to Chris. I phone the agency back, to check in again, and they let me know I have to pay another fee for this call. I was a little taken aback. I thought it would just be considered one two hour call. Nope. Because I left, two one hour calls, two fee's. But the second call is considered a call back, which is good for my records. I don't argue it, because A. I'm sitting beside my client, and B. I'm not the agency's favorite any more. My availability has sucked lately. I'm booked off way more than I'm booked on. So. Just leave it.
Chris was watching Dinner for Schmucks when I got back, and we laugh about it and other things.
Inspired by the movie, he asks me, "Have you ever had a stalker?"
I laugh, "No!"
"Really!?" He's surprised.
"Hey, listen! I'm a nice girl. I'm a nice girl who just likes to do naughty things! But I don't associate with people like that. All of my friends are very normal people."
"Yeah, but you've won in fights though."
"Ha! Welcome to the Gun Show, my friend." I laugh as I flex my pipes. And by pipes, I mean minuscule little girly muscles. "I've never been in a fight! Well not since grade 2, anyway. I'm a lover, not a fighter!"
He was nice. I enjoyed spending time with him. He said he was 25, although he looked younger. He is a roofer, so quite well built. We laughed about his tanned arms compared to my total whiteness, and he's like I bet my legs are whiter than yours! I think he's going to take off his pants to show me, but nope. He pulls them up from the cuff. It's not that I wanted to have sex with him, it was just weird not having sex with a client, that's all. And surprisingly, his legs were whiter than mine. He was a sweet heart.
2:49 - Agency calls with their time call. I was a little sad to leave him alone. He just wanted company.
2:52 - Called to confirm I'm out.
"So I know you can't say for sure, but is it busy enough for me to stay down town, or should I return to Narnia?" I ask her
"Ha ha ha, I can't answer that for you!"
Damnit. I decided to stay. I drive around a trendy neighbourhood near downtown hoping to find a coffee shop with couches. I find some thing close. I'm there for all of half an hour.
3:36 - Agency calls with a new client. He's about eight blocks from where I was. Perfect.
3:56 His place was nicer than I expected. He had his bed in the living room, and he was sprawled out watching the football game. He looked like John Cleese. We laugh and joke a bit, then get down to business. Afterwards he asked that I give him a massage. I was kind of hoping to be outta there right away, but no dice. As I rub him down, he asks what my fantasy was. I usually make something typical up, but instead I laugh, and tell him what's been on my mind lately. His fantasy is a virgin. He's never had one. I think about it, how he would manage that.
"That's a tough one," I say, "I can't think of any way you'd do that with out taking advantage or being predatorial..." May as well be honest.
"Yeah. Do you have anyone at the agency who is innocent?"
Innocent? What does he mean by that? We only have whores at the agency. As a rule. "We might have an 18 year old" I say grasping at straws. "I can find out for you."
The massage went on for ever, then finally I just declared myself done. He was very happy though, and gave me a nice tip. He asked for my number, so I gave him my card.
"No, I want your number."
"I can't do that," I tell him. I'm glad we're having this discussion after he gave me the tip, rather than before.
"No one has to know, I won't be calling all the time." They always feel like they can talk me into shit. But I suppose some girls cave, so you can't blame a guy for trying...? I do. I'm not giving out my number.
4:45 - Leave Johns house and drive home.
5:54 - I don't want to book off, but at the same time, I need to eat, and do laundry, and shower. I NEED this time. So I call them and let them know I'll be booking back on in an hour.
6:35 - It' hasn't been an hour, but I call and book back on. Chances are I won't be getting a call right away anyway. I'm fresh out of the shower, and that's about all I've accomplished.
"Ok, great," The receptionist says, "We have a call for you." Are you kidding me?
6:38 - I call the client, and tell him I'm going to be a little more than an hour.
"So you'll be here in an hour?" he asks.
"No, I'm really far away from you, and I just got out of the shower, so I'll need about an hour and 15."
"I want you here in an hour."
"Ok, well, I'll be there in an hour then, but I might be 15 minutes late." Fuck. Buddy, what do you want me to say?
"So you'll be here before 8?"
"Yes, I can do that. Listen, I'm just being honest with you, I don't want you waiting around thinking I'm not going to show up."
Hang up the phone, and start racing around the house. I convince my room mate to make me some soup, which I throw in a to-go mug and bolt out the door.
7:41 - The biggest highway is a parking lot. We are all stopped and there are cars for as far as I can see. Uggggh!!! I've missed the last turn off. I'm committed. I turn on the radio, and they've got it down to one lane. There is no way I'm going to make my appointment.
"Screw it," I say. I'm already in the outside lane, so I take my little hatchback off-roading. I jump the curb, determine whether it's smarter to go in to the ditch head on, or at an angle, and get the fuck out of there. It's not long before I'm on another highway, racing across the city.
8:00 EXACTLY! - Arrive at the clients. He's nice. He kind of smells though.
"Why don't I wait here, while you hop through the shower," I sweetly suggest.
"I showered before, but I guess I sweat." I didn't want to be insulting, but I didn't want to smell like him after.
He comes out and we get right to it. When I looked at his penis, the words, "Oh it's just a little guy," almost came out of my mouth. Gawd! I'm getting better at this thinking before you talk thing. We're done in five minutes, and I start getting dressed.
"Did you want to stay and chat for a bit?" He asks. Of course I do. No.
We start talking about his job. He's a pharmaceutical researcher.
"So does that mean you make drugs?"
"Well, I research them, and test them."
I'm suddenly really interested. "So what does your average day look like?" I ask. And he starts to tell me about the different stages of drug testing. Right now he's working on neurological damage.
"Hold on," I say, "I have so many questions. So do you test on mice, or rats?"
"Yeah, we test on mouses." That's right, mouses, not mice. This guy was funny. He had a thick accent, and a lisp, so I only understood about 50% of what he was saying, but I was fascinated.
"So how do you know when the mouse is in pain? Do you test their heart rates?"
I forget exactly what his answer was, but he's telling me that they use diabetic mouses, then he goes in to all this detailed stuff about diabetes.
"Wait... How do you get diabetic mice? Do you just order them from a factory?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it a factory, but yeah."
"There's a company that just makes sick little mice? Poor little guys. And this is in town?"
"Yeah."
"That's so weird. I know this goes on, and I know, obviously there has to be animal testing, but I just assumed it was in some far off place. It's just something that I've never ever thought of before" We talked about it for a while, and I was just ENTHRALLED. Then he switched the conversation to my job, and asked questions with the same level of curiosity and fascination. It was really a fun conversation. I couldn't stop thinking about the plight of the mouses though.
8:57 - Call, let the agency know I'm out. Get new call. A call back. Same name as 6 Fingers. Haven't seen him since May... could it be? On the phone this guy doesn't have an accent, so it's not him. I don't know who this guys is. I'm on my way though.
9:23 - Pull up into the neighbourhood, and I think, could it be? Is it he? It is!!! Yay! It's my client that looks like James Franco from September 25th. I love this guy. He invites me in, in his bashful sort of way, and offers me some water. His house is beautiful.
"Are you moving?" I ask, referring to the for sale sign on his front lawn.
"No, I'm taking it off the market. I've decided to stay."
"Good," I say, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him against me. "I'm glad you called me."
"I requested you," He said, feeling a little silly. I kissed him, hoping to convey that he didn't need to feel silly.
We go to the bedroom, and just enjoy each other, kissing, and removing each others clothes, one item at a time. He flips me on to the bed, and presses his chest against mine, kissing me everywhere. His hand is between my legs.
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes," I gasp.
"Did you miss this?" He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his cock.
"Yes!" I gasp again.
His fingers are moving so quickly over my clit, I can't talk, I can't breath. Then I make the connection. He's a guitar player. Good with his fingers... This makes sense.
"Does that feel good?" All I can do is nod, "Good." He says, "I want you to feel good."
When we're done we lie there, tangled up, our faces inches apart trying to catch our breath.
"Roll over, I want to give you a massage," He instructs. He's so blunt. How can I argue?
"Will you marry me?" I ask. Usually the question goes the other way, but oh my goodness. I should be paying him! He chuckles.
"You realise you get GFE?" I ask him.
"Uh...?"
"Yup, that's girlfriend experience. It costs extra." I've got my serious face on. He looks at me, nervous. Am I going to want more money out of him?
"I expect to be paid in song," I tease, pointing at his guitar, he laughs and pulls it off the hook. He is soo good at playing, I just love it.
He plays me this song that he's in the middle of writing, then stops mid-cord, and laughs shyly. "That's it so far..."
"Don't be shy!"
"How do you know I'm shy?"
"You are, aren't you?" Oh man, I've just walked into a land field, and am trying to walk backwards, retracing my steps.
"Yeah, but how do you know? What do I do to make you say that?" Ka-Boom. He wants me to pick apart his personality. Frack!
"Well, just the way you laughed there..." I could easily tell you what he does to make me think he's shy, I could list all the subtle little things, but I'm worried he'll take offense to some thing I say.
"You're an introvert, aren't you?" I ask, treading carefully.
"What is that?"
"Well, I'm an extrovert, I'm always out with people, doing social things. I'm always on the go. I bet you're an introvert. I bet you enjoy your own company more than you enjoy others." Wrong thing to say, he looks at me like I'm implying he doesn't have friends.
"When you're tired and stressed you, you'll stay in to recharge, you'll hide out for a bit. When I'm tired or stressed, I'll go out and spend time with my friends. That's the difference. It's where you find your energy."
Lightbulb moment. "Oh, yeah, I'm an introvert." He says. "I wonder if I'll learn more about that in the book I ordered."
"What book did you get?"
"Fatal Flaws of Your Personality" {or something like that}
"Being an introvert is not a personality flaw," I tell him. Poor guy. It'd suck to be shy. There's nothing wrong with him. I don't like that he thinks that there is. But it must have held him back at some point.
"Did you want to go again?" I ask, changing the subject. I can't get enough of him. He gets this devilish look on his face, and tosses me on to my back. I grab for another condom.
10:15 - The call comes, and it's time for me to go.
10:22 - I actually leave. I call the agency to tell them that I'm out and it's a new girl working.
"Well aren't you a little prostitute!" She exclaims, referring to my six calls of the day.
"Fuck!" I say. I tell her about the client I just saw, and how great this client was.
"Oh my god! No!" She yells, "I just want to sew mine up! Coteries it! Close that whole for ever! No more penises!" I hope I never become this girl.
I laugh, "You see, but I love my job!"
"You must be young." By young, of course she means new.
We joke and laugh for another 10 or 15 minutes and another call comes in so she has to go. I'm driving back down towards my home. I'm not really that tired, I could keep working, I think about it, but then I'm starting to feel the bruising. Taking a guy that size is amazing, but oh, I'm feeling it. I call her back and book off.
Before I head home, I stop at a pub, and sit at the bar. I need a drink, and I need some food, and I just need to relax. It's kind of busy there, so I keep my eyes on my ipad, and the TV. I have no desire to talk to anyone. In my periphery I can see the old guy next to me lookin my way, but I refuse to look acknowledge him. I know it's the only thing he'd need to take as an invitation for a chat. I'm there for about a while, writing in my journal, and just generally spacing out, and these two guys come up to me. They wanna check out my ipad. I flip to an app where they can use their fingers to draw something. Buddy takes this opportunity to draw a cock jizzing all over tits.
"You're fucking classy." I tell him. I get up, pay my bill and walk out.
Even the douche from this morning had better manners than this guy. Why can't I just sit and have a drink?
"Hi, It's Realme, I'm booking on"
"Good morning, Ok, talk to you soon"
Hang up. Go back to sleep
8:48 - Phone rings, jolts me back awake.
"I have a call for you here, but feel them out. They're haggling a lot over the price. It's someones birthday, and they all want to celebrate with you."
"Ok, I'll call them, and explain the rules, see how it goes."
8:50 - Phone the birthday boy.
"Is this Jason?"
"Yeah, can you come over?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the south"
"Are you in a house or a hotel room? Are you with your friends?"
"I'm in a house, my buddy is here, but he's sleeping."
"Ok, I just want to make it clear that the rate you were given is just for you for half an hour. I don't want to see anyone else there, I don't like being out numbered."
"Don't worry, you'll be safe, we can go in the basement."
"Ok, what's your address." He sounded drunk, but nothing out of the ordinary. I consider getting Andrew out of bed to drive me, but it would take him too long to get down to my end of town. Also I wouldn't want to ask that big of a favour so I would pay him, cutting further into my profit. I'd be making almost nothing on the call.
8:52 I call work and confirm I'm taking the call.
10:00 Arrive at Dudes house. He's definitely drunk. Most likely high on coke as well. He suggests we fuck in the living room, but I decline. I don't want anyone walking in on us. So we go into the basement, unfinished with these little couch like chairs pushed together. Awesome. I start to wonder if he's too drunk to fuck, but he starts make the moves, so apparently not. He tries to start out bending me over, but he's having a hard time with balance, and won't go low enough. I try to kindly tell him that it's not going to work, but he's persistent. Finally I straighten up and look at him square.
"It's not going to work," I say flatly. I lay back into the couch and he lowers down on to me with the same finesse of a helicopter then he start jackhammering into me. He's so rough, I'm worried the chair is coming apart. This is not enjoyable for me. Not at all. It was weird. He was so rough, but I felt nothing at all. It didn't feel good, it didn't hurt, just the breath being knocked out of me with each thrust. I feel like I'm being raped, I thought. Then I felt really bad for thinking that. This is not rape. Clearly. It just felt so violent and forceful. I just checked out in my brain and waited for the remainder 15 minutes to be up. It was one of the worst calls I've been on.
10:26 - Phone rings
"This is your time call."
"Thanks."
Hang up.
He hadn't finished when it was time for me to go, and tried to talk me into staying for another couple minutes.
"That's not how it works," I tell him. I really wanted to use the washroom, but I decided it would be best to get out of there.
10:32 - Call Work
"Hey, it's Realme, I'm out," They're waiting for that call, and I won't make it until I'm in my car with the doors locked. I will always use my real name too. I figure if I say my name is Alison it will be a red flag for them indicating that I'm still with the client. I see this as a good thing.
"Ok we have another call for you." They give me the info.
10:33 - I call client, but he wants me to call him back in 10 minutes. He says he's trying to get out of going for breakfast with his buddies so I can come over. He's probably just calling a bunch of agencies looking for a girl he likes the most.
10:34 - I phone the agency back and let agency know.
10:45 - I call Dude back. He thinks that we've seen each other before. I'm honest with him, and tell him that I'm better with faces than I am with names, so I'm not sure. He has a million questions for me. Usually these conversations only last a couple minutes, but he has a million questions. He wants to know all about my services, but I don't like talking about that stuff on the phone.
I told him that I don't do Greek, and he's like, "Ugh, of course not! That's inhuman!" His repulsion to it makes me think it's his fetish, and a bit of a red flag.
After all that he says he'll call me back later that afternoon. That means I'll never hear from him again.
10:53 - I call the agency and let them know, and head into Starbucks to do some long over due bookkeeping
11:30 - Agency calls, with another call for me so I leave Starbucks. I haven't even touched my coffee. I don't want it. I figure for $2.50, I can rent their table space. Doesn't mean I have to consume things my body doesn't need.
11:35 - I call the client and book.
11:38 - Report back to Agency and head downtown.
12:18 - Arrive at Chris' apartment and check in with the girls. He's watching What About Bob, and we reminisce over what a classic the movie it was. I watched it so many times as a kid. I suggest watching the movie from bed, but he declines.
"This is ok," He tells me.
Half an hour goes by, and we're chatting lots, and laughing lots.
"So, if you have any expectations..." I say to him, and look over to his bed.
"No, can we just do this? I just like to talk."
"Yeah, for sure, it's your time, we can do what ever you'd like. I just didn't want the time to sneak by with out you realising it." I fine getting paid to watch TV! He cuddles into me more.
1:06 - The hour passes and he asks if I stay longer would he get the next hour for a lower price. I put on my sad face, and say no. It is way too busy to be giving out discounts today!
"Ok, well then I have to go to the bank."
"Well, how about you do that, and I just run and grab us some lunch." I was STARVING! All I'd eaten so far was a banana. He agreed, but declined on food for himself.
1:47 - Return to Chris. I phone the agency back, to check in again, and they let me know I have to pay another fee for this call. I was a little taken aback. I thought it would just be considered one two hour call. Nope. Because I left, two one hour calls, two fee's. But the second call is considered a call back, which is good for my records. I don't argue it, because A. I'm sitting beside my client, and B. I'm not the agency's favorite any more. My availability has sucked lately. I'm booked off way more than I'm booked on. So. Just leave it.
Chris was watching Dinner for Schmucks when I got back, and we laugh about it and other things.
Inspired by the movie, he asks me, "Have you ever had a stalker?"
I laugh, "No!"
"Really!?" He's surprised.
"Hey, listen! I'm a nice girl. I'm a nice girl who just likes to do naughty things! But I don't associate with people like that. All of my friends are very normal people."
"Yeah, but you've won in fights though."
"Ha! Welcome to the Gun Show, my friend." I laugh as I flex my pipes. And by pipes, I mean minuscule little girly muscles. "I've never been in a fight! Well not since grade 2, anyway. I'm a lover, not a fighter!"
He was nice. I enjoyed spending time with him. He said he was 25, although he looked younger. He is a roofer, so quite well built. We laughed about his tanned arms compared to my total whiteness, and he's like I bet my legs are whiter than yours! I think he's going to take off his pants to show me, but nope. He pulls them up from the cuff. It's not that I wanted to have sex with him, it was just weird not having sex with a client, that's all. And surprisingly, his legs were whiter than mine. He was a sweet heart.
2:49 - Agency calls with their time call. I was a little sad to leave him alone. He just wanted company.
2:52 - Called to confirm I'm out.
"So I know you can't say for sure, but is it busy enough for me to stay down town, or should I return to Narnia?" I ask her
"Ha ha ha, I can't answer that for you!"
Damnit. I decided to stay. I drive around a trendy neighbourhood near downtown hoping to find a coffee shop with couches. I find some thing close. I'm there for all of half an hour.
3:36 - Agency calls with a new client. He's about eight blocks from where I was. Perfect.
3:56 His place was nicer than I expected. He had his bed in the living room, and he was sprawled out watching the football game. He looked like John Cleese. We laugh and joke a bit, then get down to business. Afterwards he asked that I give him a massage. I was kind of hoping to be outta there right away, but no dice. As I rub him down, he asks what my fantasy was. I usually make something typical up, but instead I laugh, and tell him what's been on my mind lately. His fantasy is a virgin. He's never had one. I think about it, how he would manage that.
"That's a tough one," I say, "I can't think of any way you'd do that with out taking advantage or being predatorial..." May as well be honest.
"Yeah. Do you have anyone at the agency who is innocent?"
Innocent? What does he mean by that? We only have whores at the agency. As a rule. "We might have an 18 year old" I say grasping at straws. "I can find out for you."
The massage went on for ever, then finally I just declared myself done. He was very happy though, and gave me a nice tip. He asked for my number, so I gave him my card.
"No, I want your number."
"I can't do that," I tell him. I'm glad we're having this discussion after he gave me the tip, rather than before.
"No one has to know, I won't be calling all the time." They always feel like they can talk me into shit. But I suppose some girls cave, so you can't blame a guy for trying...? I do. I'm not giving out my number.
4:45 - Leave Johns house and drive home.
5:54 - I don't want to book off, but at the same time, I need to eat, and do laundry, and shower. I NEED this time. So I call them and let them know I'll be booking back on in an hour.
6:35 - It' hasn't been an hour, but I call and book back on. Chances are I won't be getting a call right away anyway. I'm fresh out of the shower, and that's about all I've accomplished.
"Ok, great," The receptionist says, "We have a call for you." Are you kidding me?
6:38 - I call the client, and tell him I'm going to be a little more than an hour.
"So you'll be here in an hour?" he asks.
"No, I'm really far away from you, and I just got out of the shower, so I'll need about an hour and 15."
"I want you here in an hour."
"Ok, well, I'll be there in an hour then, but I might be 15 minutes late." Fuck. Buddy, what do you want me to say?
"So you'll be here before 8?"
"Yes, I can do that. Listen, I'm just being honest with you, I don't want you waiting around thinking I'm not going to show up."
Hang up the phone, and start racing around the house. I convince my room mate to make me some soup, which I throw in a to-go mug and bolt out the door.
7:41 - The biggest highway is a parking lot. We are all stopped and there are cars for as far as I can see. Uggggh!!! I've missed the last turn off. I'm committed. I turn on the radio, and they've got it down to one lane. There is no way I'm going to make my appointment.
"Screw it," I say. I'm already in the outside lane, so I take my little hatchback off-roading. I jump the curb, determine whether it's smarter to go in to the ditch head on, or at an angle, and get the fuck out of there. It's not long before I'm on another highway, racing across the city.
8:00 EXACTLY! - Arrive at the clients. He's nice. He kind of smells though.
"Why don't I wait here, while you hop through the shower," I sweetly suggest.
"I showered before, but I guess I sweat." I didn't want to be insulting, but I didn't want to smell like him after.
He comes out and we get right to it. When I looked at his penis, the words, "Oh it's just a little guy," almost came out of my mouth. Gawd! I'm getting better at this thinking before you talk thing. We're done in five minutes, and I start getting dressed.
"Did you want to stay and chat for a bit?" He asks. Of course I do. No.
We start talking about his job. He's a pharmaceutical researcher.
"So does that mean you make drugs?"
"Well, I research them, and test them."
I'm suddenly really interested. "So what does your average day look like?" I ask. And he starts to tell me about the different stages of drug testing. Right now he's working on neurological damage.
"Hold on," I say, "I have so many questions. So do you test on mice, or rats?"
"Yeah, we test on mouses." That's right, mouses, not mice. This guy was funny. He had a thick accent, and a lisp, so I only understood about 50% of what he was saying, but I was fascinated.
"So how do you know when the mouse is in pain? Do you test their heart rates?"
I forget exactly what his answer was, but he's telling me that they use diabetic mouses, then he goes in to all this detailed stuff about diabetes.
"Wait... How do you get diabetic mice? Do you just order them from a factory?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it a factory, but yeah."
"There's a company that just makes sick little mice? Poor little guys. And this is in town?"
"Yeah."
"That's so weird. I know this goes on, and I know, obviously there has to be animal testing, but I just assumed it was in some far off place. It's just something that I've never ever thought of before" We talked about it for a while, and I was just ENTHRALLED. Then he switched the conversation to my job, and asked questions with the same level of curiosity and fascination. It was really a fun conversation. I couldn't stop thinking about the plight of the mouses though.
8:57 - Call, let the agency know I'm out. Get new call. A call back. Same name as 6 Fingers. Haven't seen him since May... could it be? On the phone this guy doesn't have an accent, so it's not him. I don't know who this guys is. I'm on my way though.
9:23 - Pull up into the neighbourhood, and I think, could it be? Is it he? It is!!! Yay! It's my client that looks like James Franco from September 25th. I love this guy. He invites me in, in his bashful sort of way, and offers me some water. His house is beautiful.
"Are you moving?" I ask, referring to the for sale sign on his front lawn.
"No, I'm taking it off the market. I've decided to stay."
"Good," I say, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him against me. "I'm glad you called me."
"I requested you," He said, feeling a little silly. I kissed him, hoping to convey that he didn't need to feel silly.
We go to the bedroom, and just enjoy each other, kissing, and removing each others clothes, one item at a time. He flips me on to the bed, and presses his chest against mine, kissing me everywhere. His hand is between my legs.
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes," I gasp.
"Did you miss this?" He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his cock.
"Yes!" I gasp again.
His fingers are moving so quickly over my clit, I can't talk, I can't breath. Then I make the connection. He's a guitar player. Good with his fingers... This makes sense.
"Does that feel good?" All I can do is nod, "Good." He says, "I want you to feel good."
When we're done we lie there, tangled up, our faces inches apart trying to catch our breath.
"Roll over, I want to give you a massage," He instructs. He's so blunt. How can I argue?
"Will you marry me?" I ask. Usually the question goes the other way, but oh my goodness. I should be paying him! He chuckles.
"You realise you get GFE?" I ask him.
"Uh...?"
"Yup, that's girlfriend experience. It costs extra." I've got my serious face on. He looks at me, nervous. Am I going to want more money out of him?
"I expect to be paid in song," I tease, pointing at his guitar, he laughs and pulls it off the hook. He is soo good at playing, I just love it.
He plays me this song that he's in the middle of writing, then stops mid-cord, and laughs shyly. "That's it so far..."
"Don't be shy!"
"How do you know I'm shy?"
"You are, aren't you?" Oh man, I've just walked into a land field, and am trying to walk backwards, retracing my steps.
"Yeah, but how do you know? What do I do to make you say that?" Ka-Boom. He wants me to pick apart his personality. Frack!
"Well, just the way you laughed there..." I could easily tell you what he does to make me think he's shy, I could list all the subtle little things, but I'm worried he'll take offense to some thing I say.
"You're an introvert, aren't you?" I ask, treading carefully.
"What is that?"
"Well, I'm an extrovert, I'm always out with people, doing social things. I'm always on the go. I bet you're an introvert. I bet you enjoy your own company more than you enjoy others." Wrong thing to say, he looks at me like I'm implying he doesn't have friends.
"When you're tired and stressed you, you'll stay in to recharge, you'll hide out for a bit. When I'm tired or stressed, I'll go out and spend time with my friends. That's the difference. It's where you find your energy."
Lightbulb moment. "Oh, yeah, I'm an introvert." He says. "I wonder if I'll learn more about that in the book I ordered."
"What book did you get?"
"Fatal Flaws of Your Personality" {or something like that}
"Being an introvert is not a personality flaw," I tell him. Poor guy. It'd suck to be shy. There's nothing wrong with him. I don't like that he thinks that there is. But it must have held him back at some point.
"Did you want to go again?" I ask, changing the subject. I can't get enough of him. He gets this devilish look on his face, and tosses me on to my back. I grab for another condom.
10:15 - The call comes, and it's time for me to go.
10:22 - I actually leave. I call the agency to tell them that I'm out and it's a new girl working.
"Well aren't you a little prostitute!" She exclaims, referring to my six calls of the day.
"Fuck!" I say. I tell her about the client I just saw, and how great this client was.
"Oh my god! No!" She yells, "I just want to sew mine up! Coteries it! Close that whole for ever! No more penises!" I hope I never become this girl.
I laugh, "You see, but I love my job!"
"You must be young." By young, of course she means new.
We joke and laugh for another 10 or 15 minutes and another call comes in so she has to go. I'm driving back down towards my home. I'm not really that tired, I could keep working, I think about it, but then I'm starting to feel the bruising. Taking a guy that size is amazing, but oh, I'm feeling it. I call her back and book off.
Before I head home, I stop at a pub, and sit at the bar. I need a drink, and I need some food, and I just need to relax. It's kind of busy there, so I keep my eyes on my ipad, and the TV. I have no desire to talk to anyone. In my periphery I can see the old guy next to me lookin my way, but I refuse to look acknowledge him. I know it's the only thing he'd need to take as an invitation for a chat. I'm there for about a while, writing in my journal, and just generally spacing out, and these two guys come up to me. They wanna check out my ipad. I flip to an app where they can use their fingers to draw something. Buddy takes this opportunity to draw a cock jizzing all over tits.
"You're fucking classy." I tell him. I get up, pay my bill and walk out.
Even the douche from this morning had better manners than this guy. Why can't I just sit and have a drink?
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Peace of Mind
I feel like apologizing for that last blog. It may have been over dramatic. I was feeling like garbage though. It seemed that that post was cathartic. It felt like I got all of that garbage out of my system. I had plateau in my misery and it was all downhill from there. Yesterday was great.
I had one client yesterday morning, then I took the rest of the day off. He was wonderful. Exactly what I needed. And I think I was exactly what he needed. He was at one of the high end down town hotels. I haven't had any special clients lately, and I was optimistic about this one. Something about the way he was on the phone, he sounded at peace.
He opened the door for me, and I was happy with what I saw. Happy. He was quite attractive, but not a super stud. Early 40's. He looked like he would play someones dad on TV. We started with small chat, and it was easy to get comfortable with him. He told me that he was he was going to go to the hotel spa for a massage after he saw me.
"Well aren't you spoiling yourself! What's the occasion?"
"I'm having an awful day," He tells me flatly. It was 11 AM.
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"Oh, it's just family problems," He says. I assume by family problems, he means wife problems. I don't push it any further.
I have a routine with my clients. A sort of order of operations. I'll start kissing around his face and neck, placing myself really close to him, and kind of subtly encourage him to put his hands on me, then clothes will be taken off either by him or myself. Generally the way it goes down ever time. So I'm doing this, and I can just kind of feel his body submit. It was like he just let go of all that shit that he was hanging on to all morning. I stopped, and I looked at him, cupping his face in my hands. We just stared at each other, and we knew we were in the same place. I let go of all my shit too, and I kissed him. It was so intimate, we felt so connected to each other. I've never had a client like that before. We didn't move when he came, we just held each other, soflty kissing.
It was amazing. This is why I do my job. Of course not all clients are like that, but he just needed to feel someone. I've been in a relationship where, in the end there was no love, no intimacy, and people need that connection. I know I've said it so many times before, but I truly believe that I gave him what he needed. Even if he was married, I don't feel bad. The hurt that he had in his eyes when I walked in that room, it was heavy. What happened between the two of us was meaningless, but at the same time it meant so much.
I had one client yesterday morning, then I took the rest of the day off. He was wonderful. Exactly what I needed. And I think I was exactly what he needed. He was at one of the high end down town hotels. I haven't had any special clients lately, and I was optimistic about this one. Something about the way he was on the phone, he sounded at peace.
He opened the door for me, and I was happy with what I saw. Happy. He was quite attractive, but not a super stud. Early 40's. He looked like he would play someones dad on TV. We started with small chat, and it was easy to get comfortable with him. He told me that he was he was going to go to the hotel spa for a massage after he saw me.
"Well aren't you spoiling yourself! What's the occasion?"
"I'm having an awful day," He tells me flatly. It was 11 AM.
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"Oh, it's just family problems," He says. I assume by family problems, he means wife problems. I don't push it any further.
I have a routine with my clients. A sort of order of operations. I'll start kissing around his face and neck, placing myself really close to him, and kind of subtly encourage him to put his hands on me, then clothes will be taken off either by him or myself. Generally the way it goes down ever time. So I'm doing this, and I can just kind of feel his body submit. It was like he just let go of all that shit that he was hanging on to all morning. I stopped, and I looked at him, cupping his face in my hands. We just stared at each other, and we knew we were in the same place. I let go of all my shit too, and I kissed him. It was so intimate, we felt so connected to each other. I've never had a client like that before. We didn't move when he came, we just held each other, soflty kissing.
It was amazing. This is why I do my job. Of course not all clients are like that, but he just needed to feel someone. I've been in a relationship where, in the end there was no love, no intimacy, and people need that connection. I know I've said it so many times before, but I truly believe that I gave him what he needed. Even if he was married, I don't feel bad. The hurt that he had in his eyes when I walked in that room, it was heavy. What happened between the two of us was meaningless, but at the same time it meant so much.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Throw In The Towel
I've been struggling lately. Has that been obvious? Somewhat? I try to have boundaries with my blog (those who know me probably laughed at that because I do so poorly with boundaries) but I try to keep my personal, unwhore related drama off my blog. My blog is about my job as an escort and how it affects my life. It just seems that everything is so interconnected. Maybe that's another nod to my issues with boundaries. I don't know. I quit going to therapy back in July. Perhaps that was a little pre-mature. Perhaps Alex was a better therapist, and cheaper.
I don't know what to write, because he reads this, and it really isn't about him. But it was a reality check. Yes. My heart hurts. I know we didn't know each other well enough to be this upset about losing him. I never had him. That was made clear. I want to make it clear that I'm not delusional about what went on. Having said that, what went on was wonderful, and I saw potential, enough potential to at least give it a try. I was super nervous about going out to see him, and my dad told me to just take it for what it was, A romantic weekend away. I knew I wouldn't do well at that. Well, I did amazingly at it, it was the coming home part that fucks me up. My hearts broken for what could have been. For the reminder of what it was like to have love in your life, then have it taken away.
I guess this is why I've been hanging out with Andrew lately. He knows everything. All cards are on the table. And he's not going to reject me. I won't give him that power. I don't care enough about him to allow it.
I was over there the other night and he told me it was time to go.
"No, I'm spending the night," I informed him. "And I want a sandwich."
He looked at me like I was crazy then walked out of the room. I haven't had a sleep over with him since August and I remembered how completely retarded he is when it comes to cuddling. He'll drape his leg over your two legs like dead weight, and think he's doing good. I decided that maybe it was time to go. He came back into the room with melted bree on toast. I ate it, then left. He's getting weird though. He called me three times a couple days ago. Three! And then he offered me his old room mates bedroom, because he lives down town. I politely declined. There's no way I can live with him. It was sweet to offer though. Clearly I need to stop being a bitch to him, and start showing affection. That will make him run the other way. Works every time.
Fuck I'm kicking my own ass tonight. I was out with Max tonight. He's my close friend who is subletting my place. He's trying pep me up, and give me some tips, and advice and whatever, and any criticism he gave me, I turned into something harsh. At one point he looked at me and asked if I was done. Apparently not. No one can beat you up like you can. He said that I wasn't the first person to be dumped because of their job. It happens to guys all the time. This is true. I'm guilty of it. I love being made to feel less special though. Theres comfort in knowing it happens to everyone. I just feel like I'm never going to find love while I have this job. It's so stupid. I get asked out on dates, and I figure what's the point. There is no point. And it sucks, because it's like Realme is getting more attention than I ever have in my life. Like I say, even the ladies are asking me out... well... lady. Singular. The other day though, someone stopped me in my car in the grocery store parking lot, made me roll down my window and told me I was beautiful. It was weird! I didn't know what to say. I think my response was, "Ok". I'm on Plenty of Fish, but I don't message any one back. It's nice to get the offers, but I've got this mentality of, "You wouldn't date me. Not if you knew."
For the first time tonight I thought about throwing in the towel and just quitting. I'll be house sitting all winter, ie not paying rent. I can afford to try something new. Rebudget my life. They had a career fair yesterday, which I only found out about today, but my friend took notes. Let me tell you, there is a shit ton of money to be made in this little local industry of ours. Just the idea of working in an office again makes me feel like I'm selling my soul. And what sucks is I'm good at it. There's a position open in my old department as well. It would be a promotion from my last position, but I'm fairly confident I'd get it if I applied. I think it would pay 70% of what I'm making now. Not sure though. If I got a job from the career fair, I'd be set for life though. Start as Suzy Q Secretary, and move around from there, maybe HR, maybe sales, it'd be easy to make six figures. They'd help me with my education if I committed x amount of years to them. Made in the shade. The idea of going back into an office terrifies me though. I actually have anxiety about it. It's one of the main reasons I held off on going to school for so long in the first place. All the jobs I was being told to pursue involved sitting at a desk, and I'm just too ADD for that. But I don't even know what these jobs are, or what is involved with them. There's so much I don't know. Fuck.
P.S. I am aware of how all over the map I am. I have made the decision that until I have my own place again and am able to get settled again, I get a complete Get Out of Jail Free card. I am a home body.
P.P.S. It wouldn't be right to write a post like this all wallowing in self pity with out giving a shout out to my most wonderful friends (and all their fake names) who I love so dearly. You know who you are. We talk almost daily, and I feel so lucky to have you guys in my life, so incredibly lucky. {And the couple who make me the most delicious dinners from time to time, we don't talk daily, but you're included in this too... big love!}
I don't know what to write, because he reads this, and it really isn't about him. But it was a reality check. Yes. My heart hurts. I know we didn't know each other well enough to be this upset about losing him. I never had him. That was made clear. I want to make it clear that I'm not delusional about what went on. Having said that, what went on was wonderful, and I saw potential, enough potential to at least give it a try. I was super nervous about going out to see him, and my dad told me to just take it for what it was, A romantic weekend away. I knew I wouldn't do well at that. Well, I did amazingly at it, it was the coming home part that fucks me up. My hearts broken for what could have been. For the reminder of what it was like to have love in your life, then have it taken away.
I guess this is why I've been hanging out with Andrew lately. He knows everything. All cards are on the table. And he's not going to reject me. I won't give him that power. I don't care enough about him to allow it.
I was over there the other night and he told me it was time to go.
"No, I'm spending the night," I informed him. "And I want a sandwich."
He looked at me like I was crazy then walked out of the room. I haven't had a sleep over with him since August and I remembered how completely retarded he is when it comes to cuddling. He'll drape his leg over your two legs like dead weight, and think he's doing good. I decided that maybe it was time to go. He came back into the room with melted bree on toast. I ate it, then left. He's getting weird though. He called me three times a couple days ago. Three! And then he offered me his old room mates bedroom, because he lives down town. I politely declined. There's no way I can live with him. It was sweet to offer though. Clearly I need to stop being a bitch to him, and start showing affection. That will make him run the other way. Works every time.
Fuck I'm kicking my own ass tonight. I was out with Max tonight. He's my close friend who is subletting my place. He's trying pep me up, and give me some tips, and advice and whatever, and any criticism he gave me, I turned into something harsh. At one point he looked at me and asked if I was done. Apparently not. No one can beat you up like you can. He said that I wasn't the first person to be dumped because of their job. It happens to guys all the time. This is true. I'm guilty of it. I love being made to feel less special though. Theres comfort in knowing it happens to everyone. I just feel like I'm never going to find love while I have this job. It's so stupid. I get asked out on dates, and I figure what's the point. There is no point. And it sucks, because it's like Realme is getting more attention than I ever have in my life. Like I say, even the ladies are asking me out... well... lady. Singular. The other day though, someone stopped me in my car in the grocery store parking lot, made me roll down my window and told me I was beautiful. It was weird! I didn't know what to say. I think my response was, "Ok". I'm on Plenty of Fish, but I don't message any one back. It's nice to get the offers, but I've got this mentality of, "You wouldn't date me. Not if you knew."
For the first time tonight I thought about throwing in the towel and just quitting. I'll be house sitting all winter, ie not paying rent. I can afford to try something new. Rebudget my life. They had a career fair yesterday, which I only found out about today, but my friend took notes. Let me tell you, there is a shit ton of money to be made in this little local industry of ours. Just the idea of working in an office again makes me feel like I'm selling my soul. And what sucks is I'm good at it. There's a position open in my old department as well. It would be a promotion from my last position, but I'm fairly confident I'd get it if I applied. I think it would pay 70% of what I'm making now. Not sure though. If I got a job from the career fair, I'd be set for life though. Start as Suzy Q Secretary, and move around from there, maybe HR, maybe sales, it'd be easy to make six figures. They'd help me with my education if I committed x amount of years to them. Made in the shade. The idea of going back into an office terrifies me though. I actually have anxiety about it. It's one of the main reasons I held off on going to school for so long in the first place. All the jobs I was being told to pursue involved sitting at a desk, and I'm just too ADD for that. But I don't even know what these jobs are, or what is involved with them. There's so much I don't know. Fuck.
P.S. I am aware of how all over the map I am. I have made the decision that until I have my own place again and am able to get settled again, I get a complete Get Out of Jail Free card. I am a home body.
P.P.S. It wouldn't be right to write a post like this all wallowing in self pity with out giving a shout out to my most wonderful friends (and all their fake names) who I love so dearly. You know who you are. We talk almost daily, and I feel so lucky to have you guys in my life, so incredibly lucky. {And the couple who make me the most delicious dinners from time to time, we don't talk daily, but you're included in this too... big love!}
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Make Hay
I hung out with Andrew last night. We played with some of his fetishes. They're not mine, but they were kind of fun. I tried some new things. He's got his own agency now. He's almost given up on trying to recruit me, but not fully. He knows I'm staying firm.
We help each other out with work though from time to time. He's always there for me when I need a safety call, and will drive me when he can if I'm feeling unsure about things. I played receptionist for him last night too. He was very impressed with my phone manners and the way I subtly chased the sale. He wants to get me a phone so I could be his permanent receptionist. He would pay me $10 a call and the calls take no time at all. I would have made $50 last night. It's something to think about. I wouldn't go out on his calls, just book them for other girls.
I like the conversations we have. It's good to have someone to talk shop with. We talk about the laws and the loop holes, and cops. Stories we've heard about other girls, and things to watch out for. He teaches me things, and encourages me with respect to other things. I talk to the girls at the agency some times, but other than that I work pretty much completely alone. I value what he has to say.
I've been re-thinking not doing more freaky shit at work. I keep thinking of this opportunity I've landed myself in. Never again will I have this kind of time, money, and freedom to do what ever I want. The problem is I don't know what I want, and truthfully, I'm seriously ashamed to admit that. So I feel like I should use this time to make money if nothing else. For tuition, or a downpayment or who knows. I have no idea what my earning potential is, but if I did offer more services, or become more specialized as that man on the airplane said, I know I have huge potential. I also want to get new pictures taken. I think the pictures I have are very well done, but perhaps as a gift to a boyfriend or something. I don't know how awesome they are for this job. They're very classy and tasteful, but in each of them, I'm kind of positioned like I'm hiding how fat I am. The thing is, I'm not fat. I need pictures that show off my assets a little more. Bottom line, I need to work harder at selling myself. Make hay when the sun is shining!
My reluctance about doing kink comes from giving too much of myself to the client. Being Alison is work, and some times I question how well I do it. Often Realme shines through. I feel like if I were to engage in the extra things like fetishes, it would be Alison to the extreme, and I wonder what kind of effect that would have on me. As you know, I'm super cautious about becoming jaded or biter, and my fear is that it will sneak up on me. I think I'm doing well so far though. I don't hate men, I don't feel exploited or victimized by The Man, or The System, I don't feel like I'm forced to do anything I don't want to do. EVER. Further reluctance comes from the fact that I would charge considerably more for fetishes. Some I would be able to do no problem, but others I don't have a lot of experience with and I wouldn't feel right charging so much if what they receive isn't great. Role Playing for example. I suck at that. Ha. I get embarrassed just thinking about it. Naughty Librarian/Nurse/Nun/School teacher... I don't know how to do that! I think it's ridiculous and silly. And there's so much out there that I don't even have a clue about. Like that whole eating panties thing, I had no idea about that. And like I said, no amount of extra money would get me to eat my day old gotch. I completely get why a guy would find it hot, but I find it just disgusting.
I'm going to email my boss with my thoughts, and try to get some advise, perhaps re-write my bio, and see what she says. I'll keep you in the loop.
We help each other out with work though from time to time. He's always there for me when I need a safety call, and will drive me when he can if I'm feeling unsure about things. I played receptionist for him last night too. He was very impressed with my phone manners and the way I subtly chased the sale. He wants to get me a phone so I could be his permanent receptionist. He would pay me $10 a call and the calls take no time at all. I would have made $50 last night. It's something to think about. I wouldn't go out on his calls, just book them for other girls.
I like the conversations we have. It's good to have someone to talk shop with. We talk about the laws and the loop holes, and cops. Stories we've heard about other girls, and things to watch out for. He teaches me things, and encourages me with respect to other things. I talk to the girls at the agency some times, but other than that I work pretty much completely alone. I value what he has to say.
I've been re-thinking not doing more freaky shit at work. I keep thinking of this opportunity I've landed myself in. Never again will I have this kind of time, money, and freedom to do what ever I want. The problem is I don't know what I want, and truthfully, I'm seriously ashamed to admit that. So I feel like I should use this time to make money if nothing else. For tuition, or a downpayment or who knows. I have no idea what my earning potential is, but if I did offer more services, or become more specialized as that man on the airplane said, I know I have huge potential. I also want to get new pictures taken. I think the pictures I have are very well done, but perhaps as a gift to a boyfriend or something. I don't know how awesome they are for this job. They're very classy and tasteful, but in each of them, I'm kind of positioned like I'm hiding how fat I am. The thing is, I'm not fat. I need pictures that show off my assets a little more. Bottom line, I need to work harder at selling myself. Make hay when the sun is shining!
My reluctance about doing kink comes from giving too much of myself to the client. Being Alison is work, and some times I question how well I do it. Often Realme shines through. I feel like if I were to engage in the extra things like fetishes, it would be Alison to the extreme, and I wonder what kind of effect that would have on me. As you know, I'm super cautious about becoming jaded or biter, and my fear is that it will sneak up on me. I think I'm doing well so far though. I don't hate men, I don't feel exploited or victimized by The Man, or The System, I don't feel like I'm forced to do anything I don't want to do. EVER. Further reluctance comes from the fact that I would charge considerably more for fetishes. Some I would be able to do no problem, but others I don't have a lot of experience with and I wouldn't feel right charging so much if what they receive isn't great. Role Playing for example. I suck at that. Ha. I get embarrassed just thinking about it. Naughty Librarian/Nurse/Nun/School teacher... I don't know how to do that! I think it's ridiculous and silly. And there's so much out there that I don't even have a clue about. Like that whole eating panties thing, I had no idea about that. And like I said, no amount of extra money would get me to eat my day old gotch. I completely get why a guy would find it hot, but I find it just disgusting.
I'm going to email my boss with my thoughts, and try to get some advise, perhaps re-write my bio, and see what she says. I'll keep you in the loop.
Thank You Officer, I Love You
The agency phoned me today to let me know that the call I had turned down yesterday wanted to see me tonight. This was fantastic news as this call was out of town, pays twice the hourly rate, and when I spoke to him, he said he wanted me for a few hours. This call alone was going to be four figures, and I'd already had a couple calls today. Today was an amazing day financially.
I planned on giving myself an extra half hour in travel time, just to be safe, and I gave myself an hour to get ready. I thought I would look extra nice, as he was paying me an obscene amount of money. He phoned me about half an hour before I was due out the door and asked if I could come early. I'm not sure if he was planning on me riding my magic carpet there or what, but I very nicely told him that I wouldn't be able to get there any sooner at that point.
Now that I'm living in Narnia, (it's not actually called Narnia, I call it that because it's so far into the suburbs, it's ridiculous) I completely, COMPLETELY underestimated how long it would take to get across town, out of the city, and onto the highway to start my drive out to this ritzy ritzy little tourist town I was going to. I phoned him and told him, I would be half an hour late... which was optimistic. but I knew I was going to book it out there. I have driven this highway more times than I could count, so I know all the twists and turns, and I know where the cops hang out. I wasn't too worried about going fast.
When I told him about being late, he says to me, "But you said you were going to be here at 9."
"No, remember? We said 9:30"
"I called the agency and asked that you come sooner."
"I didn't get that call. When did you call?" I thought, maybe the agency didn't pass on the message, but then I thought better of it. They are so good for that kind of thing, there's no way I'm taking the clients word over theirs.
I decide not to debate him any further on this, as I know it's not an argument that I'm going to win. I did beat my own personal record in getting there though. Some times, I think clients aren't worth the speeding ticket, but this one would have been. Also, shortly after leaving the city I saw a car pulled over for speeding in the on-coming lane. Perfect. Not only is the cop busy, but he's going the other way. 9 PM on a monday night, there isn't going to be another cop on the road.
I get there, and he was a little up-set that I was late, but I put my cute face on and all was forgotten. I called the agency to let them know I'd made it safely, and do my time call. When the client and I talked yesterday, we negotiated on the price, and because the high out of town rate, I did have a little leeway on the price, something that I never do. I agreed on one out of town hour, one regular hour, and I'd throw in GFE. A bargain! ha ha. I was still making wayyyy more than I would be if I stayed in town. When I was there he started haggling with me again. Ugh, this may be racist, but it's so typical. Frick.
"Some girls will stay all night for $1000," He tells me.
"Oh? Hmmm, but you didn't call them, did you? We agreed on the price yesterday." When guys dick around on me with the price, I kinda wanna slap them. Not like a hard slap, or a violent one, just some thing that clearly says, 'Smarten up!' I walked away from the discussion and hung up my coat. It was not up for discussion, and he reached for his other pocket, believing I'd walk with the money he already gave me.
Once that shit was out of the way we had a really good time. Really relaxed. We watched a really bad 80's movie, fooled around, watched more TV, drank some wine out of a newly opened bottle, fooled around some more. He was a really nice guy. I liked him.
At one point I wondered if he read my blog, ha ha. He asked me to teach him how to kiss. It was funny. Kinda weird. Kinda funny. Then he asked me how to have an affair with a white chic. I told him, I don't know, I'd never had an affair with a white chic. In all honestly, I didn't know what kind of affair he was looking for, and didn't care to ask
. I left at midnight, and I kinda wanted to sit at a bar for a little bit. I wasn't going to drink at all, but I wanted to get some pub food, chat it up with people, wind down a bit before the long drive home. But sadly, nothing was open. Crazy! I left the option open to myself to stay at the hostel there, or get a private room, but I was feeling ok enough to do the drive. I went a lot slower coming home. This turned out to be a good decision, cause I've never seen so much wild life on the road. And I'm not talking about coyotes, and bunnies, I'm talking about beasts with antlers, the kind that would take off the top half of your car. Still speeding though, just not excessively. I was about 10 minutes outside of the city limits, and I came over a crest, and there was a fucking cop sitting there.
"God Damnit!!!" I yell. I know I said this job would have been worth a speeding ticket, but I didn't think I'd actually get one. Sure enough the cop turns on his flashers, and I'm done for. Last time this happened, I just submitted. I pulled over right away. This time, fuck that, I wanna see that cop chase me. I'm watching, looking out the mirror, waiting... waiting... no cop! YAY!!! It was just a warning! I love you Officer. You know, I've always had a healthy respect for cops, (despite my many tickets) and this is just another example of them being awesome.
I planned on giving myself an extra half hour in travel time, just to be safe, and I gave myself an hour to get ready. I thought I would look extra nice, as he was paying me an obscene amount of money. He phoned me about half an hour before I was due out the door and asked if I could come early. I'm not sure if he was planning on me riding my magic carpet there or what, but I very nicely told him that I wouldn't be able to get there any sooner at that point.
Now that I'm living in Narnia, (it's not actually called Narnia, I call it that because it's so far into the suburbs, it's ridiculous) I completely, COMPLETELY underestimated how long it would take to get across town, out of the city, and onto the highway to start my drive out to this ritzy ritzy little tourist town I was going to. I phoned him and told him, I would be half an hour late... which was optimistic. but I knew I was going to book it out there. I have driven this highway more times than I could count, so I know all the twists and turns, and I know where the cops hang out. I wasn't too worried about going fast.
When I told him about being late, he says to me, "But you said you were going to be here at 9."
"No, remember? We said 9:30"
"I called the agency and asked that you come sooner."
"I didn't get that call. When did you call?" I thought, maybe the agency didn't pass on the message, but then I thought better of it. They are so good for that kind of thing, there's no way I'm taking the clients word over theirs.
I decide not to debate him any further on this, as I know it's not an argument that I'm going to win. I did beat my own personal record in getting there though. Some times, I think clients aren't worth the speeding ticket, but this one would have been. Also, shortly after leaving the city I saw a car pulled over for speeding in the on-coming lane. Perfect. Not only is the cop busy, but he's going the other way. 9 PM on a monday night, there isn't going to be another cop on the road.
I get there, and he was a little up-set that I was late, but I put my cute face on and all was forgotten. I called the agency to let them know I'd made it safely, and do my time call. When the client and I talked yesterday, we negotiated on the price, and because the high out of town rate, I did have a little leeway on the price, something that I never do. I agreed on one out of town hour, one regular hour, and I'd throw in GFE. A bargain! ha ha. I was still making wayyyy more than I would be if I stayed in town. When I was there he started haggling with me again. Ugh, this may be racist, but it's so typical. Frick.
"Some girls will stay all night for $1000," He tells me.
"Oh? Hmmm, but you didn't call them, did you? We agreed on the price yesterday." When guys dick around on me with the price, I kinda wanna slap them. Not like a hard slap, or a violent one, just some thing that clearly says, 'Smarten up!' I walked away from the discussion and hung up my coat. It was not up for discussion, and he reached for his other pocket, believing I'd walk with the money he already gave me.
Once that shit was out of the way we had a really good time. Really relaxed. We watched a really bad 80's movie, fooled around, watched more TV, drank some wine out of a newly opened bottle, fooled around some more. He was a really nice guy. I liked him.
At one point I wondered if he read my blog, ha ha. He asked me to teach him how to kiss. It was funny. Kinda weird. Kinda funny. Then he asked me how to have an affair with a white chic. I told him, I don't know, I'd never had an affair with a white chic. In all honestly, I didn't know what kind of affair he was looking for, and didn't care to ask
. I left at midnight, and I kinda wanted to sit at a bar for a little bit. I wasn't going to drink at all, but I wanted to get some pub food, chat it up with people, wind down a bit before the long drive home. But sadly, nothing was open. Crazy! I left the option open to myself to stay at the hostel there, or get a private room, but I was feeling ok enough to do the drive. I went a lot slower coming home. This turned out to be a good decision, cause I've never seen so much wild life on the road. And I'm not talking about coyotes, and bunnies, I'm talking about beasts with antlers, the kind that would take off the top half of your car. Still speeding though, just not excessively. I was about 10 minutes outside of the city limits, and I came over a crest, and there was a fucking cop sitting there.
"God Damnit!!!" I yell. I know I said this job would have been worth a speeding ticket, but I didn't think I'd actually get one. Sure enough the cop turns on his flashers, and I'm done for. Last time this happened, I just submitted. I pulled over right away. This time, fuck that, I wanna see that cop chase me. I'm watching, looking out the mirror, waiting... waiting... no cop! YAY!!! It was just a warning! I love you Officer. You know, I've always had a healthy respect for cops, (despite my many tickets) and this is just another example of them being awesome.
Monday, October 17, 2011
On Again - Off Again
I left Mr. Texas so happy on friday, he booked me again for tonight. So I drive the 20 minutes it takes to get from Narnia, and he no-shows. I don't really care about things like this. But tonight was an extra kick in the pants, because I made my notta-date with Adorable Girl completely forgetting about Mr. Texas. An hour before her and I were supposed to meet, I had to cancel. Lame.
I waited outside Mr. Texas's apartment for 15 minutes, left two voicemails, then drove away. I called Adorable Girl back, to see if she wanted to meet me at this lounge that serves french fries with truffle oil and the most amazing cocktails I've ever had in my life. She agreed to meet me in an hour. Not sure what I'm going to do for an hour. My apartment is 4 blocks away, but I can't go there any more. Ha ha. This is going to take some adjusting. ~It's juuuuuust two weeks~ As I drive away from the spot I parked to call her (cause talking and driving is illegal, and I'm a good girl ;) Work called to say that I was called for a call back to a very high paying out of town job. Fuck. This town is far enough away, and usually pays enough that I end up crashing at a hotel out there. It's a shame I'm just not motivated by money.
Someone once questioned my greed when I was disappointed that I didn't get the emerald. To me, receiving gifts from clients has nothing to do with the monetary value. To me it says that they were thinking of me enough to go out of their way, and pick something out. It says that they thought enough to think that I would like 'that', and made the financial sacrifice to buy it for me. Cash means nothing.
I turned the job down. I knew if I cancelled on this girl again it would eliminate any possibilities of having any type of relationship with her at all. Friends or otherwise.
I waited outside Mr. Texas's apartment for 15 minutes, left two voicemails, then drove away. I called Adorable Girl back, to see if she wanted to meet me at this lounge that serves french fries with truffle oil and the most amazing cocktails I've ever had in my life. She agreed to meet me in an hour. Not sure what I'm going to do for an hour. My apartment is 4 blocks away, but I can't go there any more. Ha ha. This is going to take some adjusting. ~It's juuuuuust two weeks~ As I drive away from the spot I parked to call her (cause talking and driving is illegal, and I'm a good girl ;) Work called to say that I was called for a call back to a very high paying out of town job. Fuck. This town is far enough away, and usually pays enough that I end up crashing at a hotel out there. It's a shame I'm just not motivated by money.
Someone once questioned my greed when I was disappointed that I didn't get the emerald. To me, receiving gifts from clients has nothing to do with the monetary value. To me it says that they were thinking of me enough to go out of their way, and pick something out. It says that they thought enough to think that I would like 'that', and made the financial sacrifice to buy it for me. Cash means nothing.
I turned the job down. I knew if I cancelled on this girl again it would eliminate any possibilities of having any type of relationship with her at all. Friends or otherwise.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Cranky
I give up. I've been trying to be in a good mood all week, and it's just not happening. So I give up. It's 2pm on a Sunday afternoon, and I'm in bed with my pj's on. I've already had two calls today, almost three. They were all weird.
I want to explain my living situation first though. I have an apartment. A beautiful little place just outside of downtown that I've worked very hard to make my own. My Uncle has a place about five blocks away, that he is having me house sit over the winter while he is in Mexico. Originally, he said I could have it as of yesterday, so months ago, I arranged for a friend to sublet my place. He let his lease on his place go, and has been living with his friend for the last two weeks, until my place became available. My Uncle changed his departure date to the beginning of November, so for the last two months I have been scrambling to find a place to live for these two weeks. Many have offered couches, but if I'm sleeping on a couch, I may as well sleep on my own couch. I seriously don't want to push the boundaries of this friendship like that. I don't want to be living with a dude I'm not sleeping with. So I said I need a closet, a door, a bed, and no pets or smokers (allergies). So demanding, I know. Frankly, the majority of my friends are in their 20's and don't have vacant second bedrooms. Those who do, seem to have pets. My Aunt found a place with her friend, who I should be able to stay with. It should be fine. Should. We all know how I feel about that word. Should doesn't exist. It either is, or it isn't. Tuesday night, I was stressing to the point of not being able to sleep. I texted her in the morning for this friends contact info, so I could meet her and find out where she lives. My aunt replied saying that wasn't going to work out, and would I be able to live with my mother for the two weeks. Ha. No! So we scrambled to find me somewhere new to live, and now I'm way far in the south end of town living with this grandma who reminds me sooo much of my step-mother it's uncanny. They even kind of look a like. She's weird, but seems nice enough. She dances when she talks. Like with a hop, skip and butt wiggle. I'm worried she's going to snoop in my room. I don't have anywhere to put my work supplies, so I have to have them in here. I can't leave them in the car, because it drops below freezing at night now. Condoms don't work so well after being frozen. I haven't seen too much of her so far, so we'll see how it goes.
My first call woke me up at ten after eight this morning. It was a double. I didn't have much time to prepare for it, so I was racing around digging through boxes trying to find stockings, and what-not. Cathy was already up, and chatted with me while I did my make up and shaved my legs. I have to speak slowly to her or she doesn't understand. She had a brain injury when she was a teen-ager. I'm not used to having people around in the morning, let alone being chatty. Ha ha. I'm not really a morning person. Like I say, she's really nice though, I just don't have time to chat in the morning. I usually only have half an hour to straighten my hair, do my make up, and get out the door. This morning, I had to shave as well. I hope I didn't offend her.
As I said this call was a double. I'd worked with with girl before. Notoriously late, but she's alright to work with. She often makes the most inappropriate jokes, and I think "Oh, gawd, did she just say that!?" and wait to see the clients reaction. Oddly enough boys like bathroom jokes. Who knew?! The boys this morning were two brothers. I know I've talked about this before, but as a girl, I just don't get it! Seriously! Who does that? I just couldn't picture sitting around with another chic and say, "You wanna get fucked? I know we only have this one room here, but it will be fun! Lets call some hookers over!" The concept is completely foreign to me. Whatever. Usually in double calls, I'll take the dude into the bathroom so we can fuck privately (It works better than you'd think) But this morning, I got the vibes it just wasn't going to pan out that way. It was totally like the brothers were trying to one up each other. And the girl too. I don't give oral with out getting paid extra, but she did. I thought about making an exception, so that it would be fair, but then I though, "Fuck that." ha ha.
Afterwards, my co-worker and I were talking about it and she laughed, "Yeah, it's like we weren't even there. At one point they even made eye contact with each other."
"Is it weird for brothers when one's cock is so much bigger than the others? I wonder if it creates issues? They were so competitive"
Mid-session my dude apologized for, "Being so good" HA! HAAA! He told me that he likes being bitten and scratched. Biting is a fetish of mine, but I didn't get off on this. I still went to town on him though. At one point I felt the muscle tearing, and he told me not to hold back. Such a show off. That boy is going to be bruised tomorrow!
When the call was over she had to go half way downtown, and I had nothing to do, so I gave her a ride instead of making her call a cab, then I headed home. I was almost there when I realised I couldn't go in there any more. Such a weird feeling. I still have a key. All my stuff is still in there, but I can't go. I went to the Starbucks parking lot and sat with my thoughts with the sun streaming into my car. When the air is cold like it is, feeling the hot sun on your bare legs is such a nice feeling.
My next call came pretty quick. He was out by the airport. He really wanted me to shower for him. I told him I don't shower with clients. I joked that I'd have to re-do my hair and make-up and this girl is high maintenance. It's not really a joke. It's true. But he kept pushing it.
"Buddy, I'm clean, I assure you. I showered this morning." Arg. This guy was annoying. He wanted my measurements, and I told him I'm a B cup, size medium. He asked me if I had big boobs. See, this is my crankiness coming through. Why do you want my measurements if you don't know what it means. Why not just say do you have big boobs? Ugh. He agrees to have me over, and I tell him that I can be there in 20 minutes. After I hang up, I realize I have to make a stop on the way, and I ended up being 15 minutes late. I felt pretty bad about it.
"Yeah...." He said, like he's trying to make me feel extra guilty, "Check out was at 12..."
"Well you called me at 11:30, so I'm not sure what you thought would happen..." I say. I will accept no guilt.
"Oh, no, it's ok. They said I could get a late check out."
Then what's the issue? I wanted to ask. Did I mention he's was a SPD. Of course. Whatever. I was out of there in 17 minutes.
The third call was my first client ever. I feel a little weird about this guy. He's actually a friend of a friend who was looking for an escort. There's nothing really wrong with him. He's just a regular guy. We started doing business even before I got my license. Because he was friends with my friend for years, he would come to my house, and he knows my real name. This is something that I would NEVER do now. And I never thought I would have to do it again. He went on a trip in early March, and I haven't heard from him since until yesterday. He wanted to meet me in a parking lot, then drive me to his place. I'm assuming so I could get out in his garage, and his neighbors would never see me. Makes sense. When he told me where he wanted to meet, I phoned him to get the actual address of where we were going. I'd already talked to Andrew about being my safety call, as this was not through the agency. He kind of skated over telling me the address while explaining his covert plan.
"You see, the thing is, I don't get into other peoples car's," I tell him plainly.
He continues to explain the why's and whatnot, like it would change my mind or something, but the best I can offer him is I could park around the street, and walk. No deal. Oh well. I don't care. The great thing about this job is even when things are slow, like they are now (slow = only 4 calls last week) I'm still far from being desperate for money. I don't need to take risks.
My first call woke me up at ten after eight this morning. It was a double. I didn't have much time to prepare for it, so I was racing around digging through boxes trying to find stockings, and what-not. Cathy was already up, and chatted with me while I did my make up and shaved my legs. I have to speak slowly to her or she doesn't understand. She had a brain injury when she was a teen-ager. I'm not used to having people around in the morning, let alone being chatty. Ha ha. I'm not really a morning person. Like I say, she's really nice though, I just don't have time to chat in the morning. I usually only have half an hour to straighten my hair, do my make up, and get out the door. This morning, I had to shave as well. I hope I didn't offend her.
As I said this call was a double. I'd worked with with girl before. Notoriously late, but she's alright to work with. She often makes the most inappropriate jokes, and I think "Oh, gawd, did she just say that!?" and wait to see the clients reaction. Oddly enough boys like bathroom jokes. Who knew?! The boys this morning were two brothers. I know I've talked about this before, but as a girl, I just don't get it! Seriously! Who does that? I just couldn't picture sitting around with another chic and say, "You wanna get fucked? I know we only have this one room here, but it will be fun! Lets call some hookers over!" The concept is completely foreign to me. Whatever. Usually in double calls, I'll take the dude into the bathroom so we can fuck privately (It works better than you'd think) But this morning, I got the vibes it just wasn't going to pan out that way. It was totally like the brothers were trying to one up each other. And the girl too. I don't give oral with out getting paid extra, but she did. I thought about making an exception, so that it would be fair, but then I though, "Fuck that." ha ha.
Afterwards, my co-worker and I were talking about it and she laughed, "Yeah, it's like we weren't even there. At one point they even made eye contact with each other."
"Is it weird for brothers when one's cock is so much bigger than the others? I wonder if it creates issues? They were so competitive"
Mid-session my dude apologized for, "Being so good" HA! HAAA! He told me that he likes being bitten and scratched. Biting is a fetish of mine, but I didn't get off on this. I still went to town on him though. At one point I felt the muscle tearing, and he told me not to hold back. Such a show off. That boy is going to be bruised tomorrow!
When the call was over she had to go half way downtown, and I had nothing to do, so I gave her a ride instead of making her call a cab, then I headed home. I was almost there when I realised I couldn't go in there any more. Such a weird feeling. I still have a key. All my stuff is still in there, but I can't go. I went to the Starbucks parking lot and sat with my thoughts with the sun streaming into my car. When the air is cold like it is, feeling the hot sun on your bare legs is such a nice feeling.
My next call came pretty quick. He was out by the airport. He really wanted me to shower for him. I told him I don't shower with clients. I joked that I'd have to re-do my hair and make-up and this girl is high maintenance. It's not really a joke. It's true. But he kept pushing it.
"Buddy, I'm clean, I assure you. I showered this morning." Arg. This guy was annoying. He wanted my measurements, and I told him I'm a B cup, size medium. He asked me if I had big boobs. See, this is my crankiness coming through. Why do you want my measurements if you don't know what it means. Why not just say do you have big boobs? Ugh. He agrees to have me over, and I tell him that I can be there in 20 minutes. After I hang up, I realize I have to make a stop on the way, and I ended up being 15 minutes late. I felt pretty bad about it.
"Yeah...." He said, like he's trying to make me feel extra guilty, "Check out was at 12..."
"Well you called me at 11:30, so I'm not sure what you thought would happen..." I say. I will accept no guilt.
"Oh, no, it's ok. They said I could get a late check out."
Then what's the issue? I wanted to ask. Did I mention he's was a SPD. Of course. Whatever. I was out of there in 17 minutes.
The third call was my first client ever. I feel a little weird about this guy. He's actually a friend of a friend who was looking for an escort. There's nothing really wrong with him. He's just a regular guy. We started doing business even before I got my license. Because he was friends with my friend for years, he would come to my house, and he knows my real name. This is something that I would NEVER do now. And I never thought I would have to do it again. He went on a trip in early March, and I haven't heard from him since until yesterday. He wanted to meet me in a parking lot, then drive me to his place. I'm assuming so I could get out in his garage, and his neighbors would never see me. Makes sense. When he told me where he wanted to meet, I phoned him to get the actual address of where we were going. I'd already talked to Andrew about being my safety call, as this was not through the agency. He kind of skated over telling me the address while explaining his covert plan.
"You see, the thing is, I don't get into other peoples car's," I tell him plainly.
He continues to explain the why's and whatnot, like it would change my mind or something, but the best I can offer him is I could park around the street, and walk. No deal. Oh well. I don't care. The great thing about this job is even when things are slow, like they are now (slow = only 4 calls last week) I'm still far from being desperate for money. I don't need to take risks.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
I Don't Know Where I Left My Game Face
I have to go see Mr. Texas right now. There's no part of me that wants to go. He is my most regular regular. The one who wants to take me to Venezuela. I have to move tomorrow. For reasons I will perhaps explain later, I did not know where I was moving to until this afternoon, so therefore it has been very difficult to wrap my brain around packing. As a result I am not prepared at all, nor is my apartment ready to have someone move in. I'm feeling very stressed, and the idea having to go be a sweet heart makes me want to... well, want to nothing. The thing about Mr. Texas is getting money from him is always annoying, and he always pushes for as much as he can get. I had to use my mom-voice on him last time. He was as sorry as one could be afterwards, but... fuck. I said no.
Some times I have to remind myself that I don't really have real problems. I don't have money problems, I don't have co-worker or boss problems, and I have enormous love from my friends and family. I've got it pretty good. But having a little heart-ache, and no home, and big pms kinda makes things suck.
Rant over.
Oh shit, I'm late.
Some times I have to remind myself that I don't really have real problems. I don't have money problems, I don't have co-worker or boss problems, and I have enormous love from my friends and family. I've got it pretty good. But having a little heart-ache, and no home, and big pms kinda makes things suck.
Rant over.
Oh shit, I'm late.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Bad Date Sheet
"We publish the bad date sheet so sex workers can share bad experiences and help protect each other. Please report any bad dates you have had anonymously and confidentially. You can report on line at www.___.org or leave a message on our hot-line number.
"So what is a bad date? Anything that you do no want yourself or others to experience. Anytime you get that uneasy or creepy feeling, theft, refusal of payment, threats or all acts of violence are examples of a bad date. Shift workers will provide you with support, if you wish to report crimes agains you to the police.
"*Dates vehicle description matches previous report.
Date: August 9, 2011 at 2:00 AM
Description of the Event: Worker reported that date went well until the end when the date dropped the worker off t 15th Ave and Centre St and requested a hug goodbye. The worker said no, at which point the date physically assaulted the worker, stole her purse and drove away.
Description of the Vehicle: Right hand driving sports car.
As Reported to: The Shift phone line.
This Bad Date Sheet was dated September 11th, and had nine different events on it dating back to March. I found it in the STD clinic when I went at the end of September. I had no idea anything like this existed in the city. All of the incidences had one thing in common though. They all got in the clients car. That is my cardinal rule. I will not get in their car, and they will not get in my car, under any circumstance. I have had clients want to change venues, and I made them walk, because they weren't getting in my car. It also meant that all of these girls are out on the street. My heart really goes out to them. What an awful situation they're in. I would hate to get into men's cars all the time, not knowing where they're talking you, having to work in a car, getting harassed by the cops, dealing with the winter. All I can think is that it's just not fair. Especially for the girls who are forced in to it. I can't imagine anyone would do it willingly.
I am trying not to be hypocritical about it. It was only yesterday that I commented on how easy it was to innocently have completely inaccurate perceptions regarding this job, but I don't see any part of their job that is good. My client asked me yesterday if I was out on the streets as well. Man, if looks could kill. I wanted to ask if he was kidding. I was so insulted. So self-righteous. I just said, "No," and left it at that.
Our office has a Bad Book. I look through it every week when I go in and pay my fees. They check each call before they refer it to one of the girls. I think there's been maybe three times when the agency has called me after I talked to the man, and told me that they forgot to check, and not to go on the call. I'd like to think that there are not times when they forget all together.
I also keep my own black book. Some times if a guy is just to creepy, or unclean, I'll put him in there. I won't go see anyone named Norman for instance. I've had two bad Normans, the one who punched the wall, and one that was just gross and unclean. Norman is an uncommon enough name, that I'm just making it an across the board rule. Other girls can have the Normans. The lady at the agency got mad at me the other day because of my rule. She said this Norman sounded Mexican. Oh well. I'm categorising that under, 'Not My Problem.'
"So what is a bad date? Anything that you do no want yourself or others to experience. Anytime you get that uneasy or creepy feeling, theft, refusal of payment, threats or all acts of violence are examples of a bad date. Shift workers will provide you with support, if you wish to report crimes agains you to the police.
"*Dates vehicle description matches previous report.
Date: August 9, 2011 at 2:00 AM
Description of the Event: Worker reported that date went well until the end when the date dropped the worker off t 15th Ave and Centre St and requested a hug goodbye. The worker said no, at which point the date physically assaulted the worker, stole her purse and drove away.
Description of the Vehicle: Right hand driving sports car.
As Reported to: The Shift phone line.
This Bad Date Sheet was dated September 11th, and had nine different events on it dating back to March. I found it in the STD clinic when I went at the end of September. I had no idea anything like this existed in the city. All of the incidences had one thing in common though. They all got in the clients car. That is my cardinal rule. I will not get in their car, and they will not get in my car, under any circumstance. I have had clients want to change venues, and I made them walk, because they weren't getting in my car. It also meant that all of these girls are out on the street. My heart really goes out to them. What an awful situation they're in. I would hate to get into men's cars all the time, not knowing where they're talking you, having to work in a car, getting harassed by the cops, dealing with the winter. All I can think is that it's just not fair. Especially for the girls who are forced in to it. I can't imagine anyone would do it willingly.
I am trying not to be hypocritical about it. It was only yesterday that I commented on how easy it was to innocently have completely inaccurate perceptions regarding this job, but I don't see any part of their job that is good. My client asked me yesterday if I was out on the streets as well. Man, if looks could kill. I wanted to ask if he was kidding. I was so insulted. So self-righteous. I just said, "No," and left it at that.
Our office has a Bad Book. I look through it every week when I go in and pay my fees. They check each call before they refer it to one of the girls. I think there's been maybe three times when the agency has called me after I talked to the man, and told me that they forgot to check, and not to go on the call. I'd like to think that there are not times when they forget all together.
I also keep my own black book. Some times if a guy is just to creepy, or unclean, I'll put him in there. I won't go see anyone named Norman for instance. I've had two bad Normans, the one who punched the wall, and one that was just gross and unclean. Norman is an uncommon enough name, that I'm just making it an across the board rule. Other girls can have the Normans. The lady at the agency got mad at me the other day because of my rule. She said this Norman sounded Mexican. Oh well. I'm categorising that under, 'Not My Problem.'
Thursday, October 13, 2011
It's Personal
I didn't write about my little week away with Wonder-Boy because it was a really personal intimate wonderful time. The details really didn't pertain to Alison. I didn't charge him. I told him it was community service. Ha ha. JOKE! As much as I love having you guys tune in to my blog all the time, there are somethings that aren't for sharing.
But I'd like to think that there are other girls out there like me. I know when I found that tv show, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, I felt like I finally found a peer. Cheesy as it may be, but it meant a lot to me. It was really good to have someone to relate to. I hope this blog means the same to someone else out there. You're doing fine, it's just nice to know you're not alone. That's why I changed my mind and decided to write about my experience.
What killed me about the show ~spoiler alert~ is in the end she found love. Her best mate, who knew all about her, and loved her and accepted her for what she did. He struggled with it, but he loved her enough. And she fucked it up by lying to him. I wanted to bang her head against a wall. She found the impossible, and she threw it away.
I know I shouldn't call it impossible. There are other girls who I work with who have boyfriends. And it's funny, I was thinking about it last night and I judged the men that these girls were dating. I don't know them. Maybe I was judging them based on the girls themselves (remember the girl with the Tim Burton Tattoos?) Or maybe I was judging them based on the fact that they were dating escorts. Double standard? I still don't know what I would do if I was in the position of dating an escort. I know I'm pretty ok screwing around with Andrew, but I love to hate him, so it's different. I know there would have to be a ton of trust there. I think that's what it would come down to.
Wonder-Boy had full disclosure. He reads my blog. He's reading this. (Hi, I hope I'm conveying your side of this accurately) He loves my blog. I think I mentioned this, but I wanted him to read it so he could gain a full understanding of who Alison is. It's so easy to innocently have completely inaccurate perceptions of what my job would entail. He agreed that it was a huge help in him understanding. It was also a main topic of conversation during our time together. He had so many questions and things he wanted to discuss with me. It' was nice to be able to talk openly about it but by the end of the trip, I was kind of done talking about it. I appreciated his efforts to be understanding, but I didn't want to talk about people I have sex with, with the person I was having sex with. I know it's just a job, but it's still sex.
Because of his work, and my family obligations, our first chance to Skype wasn't for a week after I got home (monday) and after some idle chit-chat, he confessed that he "been thinking" I knew exactly where that was going. Long story short before I spent my time with him, the concept of Alison was more abstract, a funny blog. It was easy to separate that with the girl who would text him during his work day, and Skype with him the occasional evening; Realme. Reality set in during the five days I spent with him, that in fact, Alison and I really are the same person. And that doesn't sit as easy with him. Combine that with the fact that in my late 20's, I still don't have a career plan, and I'm in the friend box. Jake put me in the friend box and I haven't heard from him since. I'm sorry, I shouldn't compare the two. Jake and I really didn't have any potential beyond really great sex.
But I am allowed to say this sucks. It does. I almost convinced myself that this wouldn't happen. The shoe wouldn't drop. I sincerely do want to continue to have him in my life, even if it is as friends. I have no idea how to do that, where to scale it back (obviously texts ending in xoxo will stop) but I really think I'm going to leave it in his court and hope he reaches out. He's the one who wants less. Sucks balls. I liked him... I liked his face... and his abs... and his... alright that's enough. I'll stop. Whatever, it's nothing he doesn't know ;)
So that's the cake. You wanna hear about the icing? I got asked out on a date today. Ha! Like an actual, "Do you want to go on a date with me?" Kind of date. I didn't even know people did that any more. I met this girl (yeah, she's a girl) at the bar during my birthday celebrations last month. We got our flirt on pretty good, swapped numbers, texted a bit, then I left town, and she was out of town when I got back. I wasn't looking to date her. I just like getting my flirt on when I'm drunk. It's how I've made the two of my three best female friends. I texted her back saying, 'Yeah, it'd be cool to hang out when you get back.' I hope that was a good dodge. She really is sweet. Young, totally my type though, unfortunately. Oh well. It will end in a train wreck I'm sure. I'm not dating though. This whole 'you're a great girl, but I can't date an escort' is kinda like a kick to the nuts. Wonder-boy never actually said, "You're a great girl" by the way, that's just my summarising.
But I'd like to think that there are other girls out there like me. I know when I found that tv show, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, I felt like I finally found a peer. Cheesy as it may be, but it meant a lot to me. It was really good to have someone to relate to. I hope this blog means the same to someone else out there. You're doing fine, it's just nice to know you're not alone. That's why I changed my mind and decided to write about my experience.
What killed me about the show ~spoiler alert~ is in the end she found love. Her best mate, who knew all about her, and loved her and accepted her for what she did. He struggled with it, but he loved her enough. And she fucked it up by lying to him. I wanted to bang her head against a wall. She found the impossible, and she threw it away.
I know I shouldn't call it impossible. There are other girls who I work with who have boyfriends. And it's funny, I was thinking about it last night and I judged the men that these girls were dating. I don't know them. Maybe I was judging them based on the girls themselves (remember the girl with the Tim Burton Tattoos?) Or maybe I was judging them based on the fact that they were dating escorts. Double standard? I still don't know what I would do if I was in the position of dating an escort. I know I'm pretty ok screwing around with Andrew, but I love to hate him, so it's different. I know there would have to be a ton of trust there. I think that's what it would come down to.
Wonder-Boy had full disclosure. He reads my blog. He's reading this. (Hi, I hope I'm conveying your side of this accurately) He loves my blog. I think I mentioned this, but I wanted him to read it so he could gain a full understanding of who Alison is. It's so easy to innocently have completely inaccurate perceptions of what my job would entail. He agreed that it was a huge help in him understanding. It was also a main topic of conversation during our time together. He had so many questions and things he wanted to discuss with me. It' was nice to be able to talk openly about it but by the end of the trip, I was kind of done talking about it. I appreciated his efforts to be understanding, but I didn't want to talk about people I have sex with, with the person I was having sex with. I know it's just a job, but it's still sex.
Because of his work, and my family obligations, our first chance to Skype wasn't for a week after I got home (monday) and after some idle chit-chat, he confessed that he "been thinking" I knew exactly where that was going. Long story short before I spent my time with him, the concept of Alison was more abstract, a funny blog. It was easy to separate that with the girl who would text him during his work day, and Skype with him the occasional evening; Realme. Reality set in during the five days I spent with him, that in fact, Alison and I really are the same person. And that doesn't sit as easy with him. Combine that with the fact that in my late 20's, I still don't have a career plan, and I'm in the friend box. Jake put me in the friend box and I haven't heard from him since. I'm sorry, I shouldn't compare the two. Jake and I really didn't have any potential beyond really great sex.
But I am allowed to say this sucks. It does. I almost convinced myself that this wouldn't happen. The shoe wouldn't drop. I sincerely do want to continue to have him in my life, even if it is as friends. I have no idea how to do that, where to scale it back (obviously texts ending in xoxo will stop) but I really think I'm going to leave it in his court and hope he reaches out. He's the one who wants less. Sucks balls. I liked him... I liked his face... and his abs... and his... alright that's enough. I'll stop. Whatever, it's nothing he doesn't know ;)
So that's the cake. You wanna hear about the icing? I got asked out on a date today. Ha! Like an actual, "Do you want to go on a date with me?" Kind of date. I didn't even know people did that any more. I met this girl (yeah, she's a girl) at the bar during my birthday celebrations last month. We got our flirt on pretty good, swapped numbers, texted a bit, then I left town, and she was out of town when I got back. I wasn't looking to date her. I just like getting my flirt on when I'm drunk. It's how I've made the two of my three best female friends. I texted her back saying, 'Yeah, it'd be cool to hang out when you get back.' I hope that was a good dodge. She really is sweet. Young, totally my type though, unfortunately. Oh well. It will end in a train wreck I'm sure. I'm not dating though. This whole 'you're a great girl, but I can't date an escort' is kinda like a kick to the nuts. Wonder-boy never actually said, "You're a great girl" by the way, that's just my summarising.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
For The Record
I've been thinking about volunteering lately. When I was in high school I volunteered for the Alzheimer's Society, I wouldn't mind doing that again, or working with special needs kids. I figure I have time to give up a couple days a week.
I know that these things will require a criminal back ground check, and this had me a little concerned. What exactly shows up on a criminal back ground check? With my experience in googling the laws specific to my city vs. escorting, I knew that looking into it that way would yield no results. So I phoned the police non-emergency number. I was completely up front with the lady I talked to. I've found myself in several situation where I have to talk to civilian professionals frankly about what I do, and I figure, really I'm only screwing myself by hiding things. Yes, it's awkward watching their 'normal' face. She was as helpful as she could be and said it would be unlikely that it would show up, but could not give me an absolute answer.
The thing is, I want an absolute answer. Every one I've talked to (ie friends in various professions or experiences) all say probably not. The thing is if I get rejected, I want to know if it's because of me or because of my job. I can handle the personal rejection. I just want to know. And they won't call and say, "Uh, I'm sorry Ms. Stumble-mumble-through-my-last-name, given that you fuck people for money, we do not feel it is appropriate that you be in the vicinity of children." Those phone calls don't happen, so I want to be sure.
So today, as per her suggestion, I wandered downtown, circled for ever looking for parking, found the police station, and got the paper work to do the criminal check myself. They tell you to turn off your cell phones when you walk in, but I was in the middle of a texting convo with Alex, about how he thinks there should be a country song made of my life called The Honky Tonk Hooker and Her Achy Breaky Heart. Alex thinks he's soooo funny. The commissioner starts talking to me about the new iphone. I'm sorry, but I'm having one of those days where I'm only going to be nice if I have to, or if I'm getting paid lots of money to. AND I'm filling out a form. I wasn't rude to him, but I kept my answers sort. Whatever, I don't care about the new iphone.
The form asked all the basic questions that you'd expect. It also asked for any other names used, so I put down Alison. I really didn't want to put down anything, but again, what's the point in doing this if you're not going to be up front. It also asked if through volunteering I would be in contact with children, seniors, or patience. I checked yes. There was the question, why was I having the check done: Work, Volunteer, Other. I checked other, as it wasn't mandated by any agency, and for the reason, I wrote, "Personal Clarification" Ha, that doesn't look weird at all. The woman who processed my paperwork was a little curious as to the specifics, and rather than asking out right, she kind of danced around the question. She explained that if there was an incident of 'suspicious behaviour' without charges being laid, that would it show up. For example, if I were trespassing, and the police were involved, and charges were not laid, it would show up.
"Would any sort of licensing through the city show up?" I asked with my eyebrows really high, like 'you know...' I may as well of winked at her and tugged on my ear. She didn't get it.
"What do you mean?"
"Like an escort license."
"No, that shouldn't matter, if it's licensed, and it's legal, and you haven't had any run in's you should be fine," She says.
"Should? Could you find out for sure?" I know I'm making her job more difficult by having to go check, no favours are going to be done, when I say, "But Officer, the girl said it should be ok!"
She came back and assured me, for sure, that there would be no reason for it to show up. It's like a buskers license. No bid deal.
Awesome! And it didn't even cost me money, and I don't have to wait four to six weeks. Yay.
I know that these things will require a criminal back ground check, and this had me a little concerned. What exactly shows up on a criminal back ground check? With my experience in googling the laws specific to my city vs. escorting, I knew that looking into it that way would yield no results. So I phoned the police non-emergency number. I was completely up front with the lady I talked to. I've found myself in several situation where I have to talk to civilian professionals frankly about what I do, and I figure, really I'm only screwing myself by hiding things. Yes, it's awkward watching their 'normal' face. She was as helpful as she could be and said it would be unlikely that it would show up, but could not give me an absolute answer.
The thing is, I want an absolute answer. Every one I've talked to (ie friends in various professions or experiences) all say probably not. The thing is if I get rejected, I want to know if it's because of me or because of my job. I can handle the personal rejection. I just want to know. And they won't call and say, "Uh, I'm sorry Ms. Stumble-mumble-through-my-last-name, given that you fuck people for money, we do not feel it is appropriate that you be in the vicinity of children." Those phone calls don't happen, so I want to be sure.
So today, as per her suggestion, I wandered downtown, circled for ever looking for parking, found the police station, and got the paper work to do the criminal check myself. They tell you to turn off your cell phones when you walk in, but I was in the middle of a texting convo with Alex, about how he thinks there should be a country song made of my life called The Honky Tonk Hooker and Her Achy Breaky Heart. Alex thinks he's soooo funny. The commissioner starts talking to me about the new iphone. I'm sorry, but I'm having one of those days where I'm only going to be nice if I have to, or if I'm getting paid lots of money to. AND I'm filling out a form. I wasn't rude to him, but I kept my answers sort. Whatever, I don't care about the new iphone.
The form asked all the basic questions that you'd expect. It also asked for any other names used, so I put down Alison. I really didn't want to put down anything, but again, what's the point in doing this if you're not going to be up front. It also asked if through volunteering I would be in contact with children, seniors, or patience. I checked yes. There was the question, why was I having the check done: Work, Volunteer, Other. I checked other, as it wasn't mandated by any agency, and for the reason, I wrote, "Personal Clarification" Ha, that doesn't look weird at all. The woman who processed my paperwork was a little curious as to the specifics, and rather than asking out right, she kind of danced around the question. She explained that if there was an incident of 'suspicious behaviour' without charges being laid, that would it show up. For example, if I were trespassing, and the police were involved, and charges were not laid, it would show up.
"Would any sort of licensing through the city show up?" I asked with my eyebrows really high, like 'you know...' I may as well of winked at her and tugged on my ear. She didn't get it.
"What do you mean?"
"Like an escort license."
"No, that shouldn't matter, if it's licensed, and it's legal, and you haven't had any run in's you should be fine," She says.
"Should? Could you find out for sure?" I know I'm making her job more difficult by having to go check, no favours are going to be done, when I say, "But Officer, the girl said it should be ok!"
She came back and assured me, for sure, that there would be no reason for it to show up. It's like a buskers license. No bid deal.
Awesome! And it didn't even cost me money, and I don't have to wait four to six weeks. Yay.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
This Has Nothing to Do With Anything.
But it's my blog, and I can do whatever the fuck I want.
Verbal Vogueing - "Desperately Gleeking Susan"
Verbal Vogueing - "Desperately Gleeking Susan"
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Rest In Peace Steve Jobs
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Besitos
Where did you learn how to kiss? Did your parents kiss in front of you? Mine never did. And I think that's why after ten years of a 'happy' marriage, I wasn't surprised at all when they told me they were getting a divorce. I think I learned how to kiss by watching TV. I wonder where other people learned how to kiss, because most people are decent to great kissers, but some people aren't. It's interesting. I, myself, am a lip kisser. I will either kiss the top lip or the bottom lip, and in return, my top lip or bottom lip will be kissed. Insert tongue as necessary. But not all people are like that.
In my business and in my personal life, I have come across a lot of different types of kissers. Mostly in my business life though. Some people kiss without moving their lips. I've had a client attach his lips to mine, hold them still, and wiggle his tongue around. Like guppies or something. I've had clients make their mouth into an O and rotated their lips on top of mine. Then there is just the invasive tongue, where his lips will plant on top of my lips, or totally cover my whole mouth, then go for the tonsils. I'm not opposed to tongue. I like a good tongue, but it's got to be reciprocal and gentle!
How are those good kisses? I don't understand. It's just weird. The first kiss between Jake and I was a Brazilian kiss (I'm sure this is not how Brazilians kiss, but this is what we were told) lips aren't even involved, just a rubbing of the tongues. He had to try it. It ended up with both of us laughing, then kissing properly. I find, both professionally and personally, I will kiss them as they kiss me, but like I say, the lip kissing lip technique, I think that's how it should be done.
I did have a boyfriend, back in the day (I'd like to stress that this was a long time ago) and I was warned about dating him, because he had a reputation for being a bad kisser. He was a cool guy though, we'll get past it, no big deal. I trained him how to kiss. It was never something that was discussed, but I would straddle him in bed, and we would make out. He was one of those hoover, forceful tongue guys. Every time his kisses got too intense, I'd pull away. We'd practice lots! Ha Ha. Over time he became a very good kisser. He got married a little while later, and I asked his wife, if he was a good kisser and she confirmed. Another satisfied customer!
Kissing is funny. I find it to be way more intimate than sex. You can slow it right down, you can push into it, you can tease with it. You can have sloppy wet lipped kisses, and tight little, polite little kisses. The hottest kiss I've ever seen on TV was from the movie Drive. If you've seen the movie, you know the one I'm talking about. The elevator scene. I tried to find a clip for it, but everything I could find either cut the kiss too short, or extended the scene too long. The way that he touches that spot between her belly button, and her hip bone, right before he leans into the kiss, it's like you can feel it from the audience. That's such an intense spot on a woman. If a man touches that spot on me, with the right kind of intensity, I'll go weak in the knees, for sure. Such butterflies. Then the way he leans into it, and moves around her while he's kissing her, it's like he's harnessing all of his energy to put into this kiss, to send into her. He presses up to her, he presses his chest against her breasts, pushing them up a little, pushing the air out of her lungs a little; as a woman, the way that that feels, it's just so sexy. It's like the man is saying with his whole body, "I want you," but he's not being crude or inappropriate about it.
In my business and in my personal life, I have come across a lot of different types of kissers. Mostly in my business life though. Some people kiss without moving their lips. I've had a client attach his lips to mine, hold them still, and wiggle his tongue around. Like guppies or something. I've had clients make their mouth into an O and rotated their lips on top of mine. Then there is just the invasive tongue, where his lips will plant on top of my lips, or totally cover my whole mouth, then go for the tonsils. I'm not opposed to tongue. I like a good tongue, but it's got to be reciprocal and gentle!
How are those good kisses? I don't understand. It's just weird. The first kiss between Jake and I was a Brazilian kiss (I'm sure this is not how Brazilians kiss, but this is what we were told) lips aren't even involved, just a rubbing of the tongues. He had to try it. It ended up with both of us laughing, then kissing properly. I find, both professionally and personally, I will kiss them as they kiss me, but like I say, the lip kissing lip technique, I think that's how it should be done.
I did have a boyfriend, back in the day (I'd like to stress that this was a long time ago) and I was warned about dating him, because he had a reputation for being a bad kisser. He was a cool guy though, we'll get past it, no big deal. I trained him how to kiss. It was never something that was discussed, but I would straddle him in bed, and we would make out. He was one of those hoover, forceful tongue guys. Every time his kisses got too intense, I'd pull away. We'd practice lots! Ha Ha. Over time he became a very good kisser. He got married a little while later, and I asked his wife, if he was a good kisser and she confirmed. Another satisfied customer!
Kissing is funny. I find it to be way more intimate than sex. You can slow it right down, you can push into it, you can tease with it. You can have sloppy wet lipped kisses, and tight little, polite little kisses. The hottest kiss I've ever seen on TV was from the movie Drive. If you've seen the movie, you know the one I'm talking about. The elevator scene. I tried to find a clip for it, but everything I could find either cut the kiss too short, or extended the scene too long. The way that he touches that spot between her belly button, and her hip bone, right before he leans into the kiss, it's like you can feel it from the audience. That's such an intense spot on a woman. If a man touches that spot on me, with the right kind of intensity, I'll go weak in the knees, for sure. Such butterflies. Then the way he leans into it, and moves around her while he's kissing her, it's like he's harnessing all of his energy to put into this kiss, to send into her. He presses up to her, he presses his chest against her breasts, pushing them up a little, pushing the air out of her lungs a little; as a woman, the way that that feels, it's just so sexy. It's like the man is saying with his whole body, "I want you," but he's not being crude or inappropriate about it.
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