Chickens

    Someone told me a story a while ago, and it bothered me then, and bothered me for a while, so I’m going to write about it. 

   

    It was his one and only time paying for sex. He was in Asia (so you can start by putting that stigma on it) and his friend suggested that he go to a certain bar. He makes himself sound quite innocent in this story, I have a lot of raised eyebrows, but I’ll just tell the story as he told it to me. He was promised to have a good time at this bar, and much to his surprise it was a bar where you could pick up chicks. {The irony is, in this country  the word for whore, and poultry is the same, so to call a girl a chick...} He’s there and has his good time (on the up and up), then picks out the prostitute he likes and takes her back to her hotel. Well one thing leads to another, and surprise! She’s a dude! I guess he saw this as an opportunity to try something he wouldn’t normally do at home and they went ahead with things. No big deal. So they fucked, and spend the night together and fucked again in the morning. The prostitute said he could fuck him without a condom as long as he promised not to cum in him. 

    Side note: I know that sex is better with out a condom. It is for women too. Probably no to the same degree, but how good can good be when you’re willing to risk AIDS? I have clients either be disappointed or simply not book because I refuse to go bare back. 

    “But I’m clean!” They assure me. A: I don’t believe a word coming out of your mouth. B: You probably don’t even know! If you’re fucking prostitutes bare back, you probably have other behavioral patterns that can be deemed high risk. I doubt you’re getting checked regularly. And C: How do you know if I’m clean?! I say I am? I’m sorry, but I’m a whore. Girls in my industry do not have a reputation for being super honest. The stupidity of the whole thing just baffles me. 

     Every now and then the agency will call me with a potential client and say, 

     “He’s looking for the STD experience, not GFE,” ie he wants bareback. I don’t know if any of the girls in our agency do that, but none advertise it. 

    Alright, back to his story. He’s telling me this over dinner one evening. He told me that even though he promised he wouldn’t cum in the guy, he did anyway. I was completely taken aback. Appalled would be a more accurate word. 

    “What did he do?” I asked, in shock.

    “He was upset, but what could he do? It was done.” He seemed to have a little remorse, but he was more ashamed of the fact that he fucked the guy without a condom. 

    I couldn’t believe it. I was really at a loss for words. I definitely lost a lot of respect for the guy in that conversation. And he seemed completely clueless as to what could be wrong with the situation beyond he did something he said he wouldn’t and he lied to some Asian Tranny. 

    It just kills me. My trust has been betrayed time and time again by clients, but never like that. I’d never put myself in a situation that could end like that. But each time I’m betrayed, it chips a bit away from me. The thing is, they’re people, and there’s something in me that tries find the best in people. Now, it’s an across the board rule, do not trust a client, no matter how charming they are, just don’t. I’ve let a few guys get under my skin, and when they inevitably fuck me. Later that night, when I’m home, alone, lying there with nothing but my thoughts running a muck in my head, I just feel stupid. 

    And the guy who told me this story, he’s one charming mother fucker. Let me tell you. I’m sure he said all the right things to make him feel special. I’ll bet that the Asian doesn’t often spend the night with clients, and clearly he trusted him enough to believe that he would pull out. But this guy didn’t give a fuck. Clearly he had zero respect for the Asian. And really who cares? He’s just a tranny whore. Out of sight, out of mind. People are so wrapped up in their own selfishness that they don’t even see others as people. I’m not just talking about my industry, I’m talking about all industries. I’m talking about society. Use people, treat them how you want, and carry on with your day. Tell the story as an amusing antidote over dinner. But that guy overseas has to go to bed with himself, and think about how he got played. The risk that he’s now in. The potential STD’s. The betrayal. Tell himself he’ll never do that again. Or hate himself more, because this is his job and his life. 

    Good work Champ. This is what I was thinking while smiling and listening to your story.