Tales from the front lines

[MzChrista]

Oh yes. I've worked as a waitress for many years, the last couple years in expensive fine cuisine restaurants. Johns tend to be more respectful and decent than your average patron in those restaurants. Women in particular were real bitches.

Thats the absolute truth.

 

[Homburg]

I've seen Midori a couple of times at different events. Some of my friends dont like her stuff. One friend said to me Midori is into S and M: Stand and Model. hahaha
But I have to give it up for skill, you know what I mean? Yeah, I dont do the elaborate stuff she does, but I can dig it. Everything doesnt have to be a lesson. Some things can be art.

I went to a couple of presentations she did recently. I was impressed with her as a presenter. I actually dig the art stuff. There have been times where I'm left scratching my head, as I mentioned, but I still dig it.

 

[Essene]

I went to a couple of presentations she did recently. I was impressed with her as a presenter. I actually dig the art stuff. There have been times where I'm left scratching my head, as I mentioned, but I still dig it.

Homburg, I tried the link but I couldn't seem to find the video. Any other suggestions? I'd love to see her in action.

 

[Homburg]

Homburg, I tried the link but I couldn't seem to find the video. Any other suggestions? I'd love to see her in action.

That link goes to the podcast site that has the interview discussing it briefly.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4dVccODFqY

That's a portion of that performance, I believe.

 

[ChilliJam]

I got tipped off to this thread. I'm glad I've found it, although I haven't read back that far.

Oh yes. I've worked as a waitress for many years, the last couple years in expensive fine cuisine restaurants. Johns tend to be more respectful and decent than your average patron in those restaurants. Women in particular were real bitches.

Don't you find that whether in the restaurant trade or the sex trade, those who are affluent are more polite, less demanding and tip better, while those who have saved up for a 'treat' are bitchier and only interested in 'getting their money's worth?'

I thought it an interesting parallel.

 

[Netzach]

I got tipped off to this thread. I'm glad I've found it, although I haven't read back that far.



Don't you find that whether in the restaurant trade or the sex trade, those who are affluent are more polite, less demanding and tip better, while those who have saved up for a 'treat' are bitchier and only interested in 'getting their money's worth?'

I thought it an interesting parallel.

I've never had the bankroll to support a lot of the places I've eaten as more than a once in a while thing. I've also never been a dick in a restaurant. I learned from the best: ask the server what's good. The server is often actually flattered that you give a crap what they think, they usually pick well, and everyone's happy.

 

[BiBunny]

Ok, I have a question.

I love my company and my job. I absolutely do. What I object to is the lack of professionalism on the part of some of the employees. For example, I'm supposed to IM the dispatchers when I get off the phone with customers to let them know how long I talked, but half the time, I don't have whatever dispatcher on my messenger list. I end up having to call the dispatch line and leave a message and hope that they actually get my call time correct. They have all my info. I'm not sure why it's so hard for them to add me on their messenger lists.

The only way to communicate with the office manager is via email. I'm trying to get my scheduled rearranged because I'm working about 60-hour weeks with no off days. Sometimes she answers her email, and sometimes she doesn't. I don't know if they're not going through or what. There's not a phone number I can call or anything. I really need next Friday and Saturday off because it's Easter, and I'm not even going to be here, but I can't get anyone to answer my damned emails. I don't want to get fired for not showing up, but damn.

I don't know what to do. Like I said, I love this company, and I absolutely don't want to leave. The dispatchers are very nice and very helpful, but sometimes I feel like I'm working for a bunch of flakes. I'm Type-A to a fault about certain things, and I hate not having all my ducks in a row like I want them. Anybody got any suggestions?

 

[DeservingBitch]

I got tipped off to this thread. I'm glad I've found it, although I haven't read back that far.



Don't you find that whether in the restaurant trade or the sex trade, those who are affluent are more polite, less demanding and tip better, while those who have saved up for a 'treat' are bitchier and only interested in 'getting their money's worth?'

I thought it an interesting parallel.

I actually have the opposite experience. Both in the restaurant industry and the sex industry. The assholes tend to be the wealthier people who feel entitled to whatever the fuck they desire, and treat you like you should be grateful for the pleasure to serve them.

People with less money are generally less inclined to treat you as their inferior.

 

[DeservingBitch]

Ok, I have a question.

I love my company and my job. I absolutely do. What I object to is the lack of professionalism on the part of some of the employees. For example, I'm supposed to IM the dispatchers when I get off the phone with customers to let them know how long I talked, but half the time, I don't have whatever dispatcher on my messenger list. I end up having to call the dispatch line and leave a message and hope that they actually get my call time correct. They have all my info. I'm not sure why it's so hard for them to add me on their messenger lists.

The only way to communicate with the office manager is via email. I'm trying to get my scheduled rearranged because I'm working about 60-hour weeks with no off days. Sometimes she answers her email, and sometimes she doesn't. I don't know if they're not going through or what. There's not a phone number I can call or anything. I really need next Friday and Saturday off because it's Easter, and I'm not even going to be here, but I can't get anyone to answer my damned emails. I don't want to get fired for not showing up, but damn.

I don't know what to do. Like I said, I love this company, and I absolutely don't want to leave. The dispatchers are very nice and very helpful, but sometimes I feel like I'm working for a bunch of flakes. I'm Type-A to a fault about certain things, and I hate not having all my ducks in a row like I want them. Anybody got any suggestions?

The only suggestion I can think of right now is to make sure to keep records of everything important.

Keep a copy of every emails you write and save your IM conversations. If they fuck up, you have something to prove that it's their problem not yours.

 

[Tabea]

I actually have the opposite experience. Both in the restaurant industry and the sex industry. The assholes tend to be the wealthier people who feel entitled to whatever the fuck they desire, and treat you like you should be grateful for the pleasure to serve them.

People with less money are generally less inclined to treat you as their inferior.

I made the same experience working as an Aupair.
The wealthier the people the less they would pay. The families where the mother stayed home would treat their Aupairs worse. Expecting them at all times to be ready to work without any notice, to do nearly all of the cleaning and generally everything they didn't want to do themselves.

 

[DeservingBitch]

Just back from a busy evening.

First guy was a prick. Got there, and I still had my jacket on when there's a knock on the door. Guy goes "oh - I think I might have gotten mixed up with the times...". He opens the door to another girl, from another agency. "Sorry girls, I think I got mixed up. You don't mind both staying?"

Do I fucking look stupid to you?

I am more than happy to do duos, especially if the other chick is hot (and this one was more than hot). But I like to make my own decisions, and not being tricked into it. And in the case of duos, I want to be able to talk with the other girl first, so that we both know what is OK and what is not.

So, I was really not happy about being lied to in my face and being tricked into this... but this chick was so hot, I decided to stay. Yeah, I'm such a guy sometimes!

At the guy's request, I spent most of the date giving attention to this other chick -- which I was more than happy to do. I was paid for 1.5 hour, but ended up living after only 1 hour because the guy got pissy at me for not letting him fuck my ass.

He's now on the black list at the agency.

Rest of the evening was good.

Came back home to find my first review on an escort review board. Very positive, except for that bit where the dude says that my body is not as fit as the pics on the site would suggest, although still better than average. Pffff.

 

[DeservingBitch]

Report from Sunday night:

First client: Mr. Two-Minutes.

After taking care of business and chatting for a little while, clothes come off, and after a few minutes of kissing and pedding, I proceed to put a condom of Mr.Two-Minutes' little friend. As usual, I do it with my mouth. Only this time, I'm barely done unrolling the thing on his weener that Mr.Two-Minutes is cumming!

Me: "Sweetheart, I was not even started yet!"

Poor guy was mortified, and since he was past this age when getting it hard twice in the course of one hour is a possibility, we spent the rest of the hour playing video-games. He gave me a 50$ tip to make up for his premature excitement!

Second client: Billy2

Billy2 had requested that I wear the waist leather corset that I have on on some of the pics on the website, along with very specific stockings and black heels. He also inquired as whether I have a strap-on, and if I could bring it with me.

So, I get to Billy2's place kind of excited about being paid to fuck some dude's ass. But as soon as I see Billy2, I know he's another Billy. And I was right on. Billy2 wants me to dominate him, but exactly like HE wants me to dominate him. He starts giving me a fucking running script like Billy1 did, but this time, I'm not having it. I tell him that if I wants me to dom him, than it means shut the fuck up already and do as you're told. Billy2 seems a little bit confused with this new concept: yes of course he wants me to dom him, but how am I going to know how to properly dom him if he doesn't tell me how to dom him? *big sigh* The entire session is spent with me doing something or telling him to do something, and him arguing with me and/or requesting that I do it differently. At the end of the session, I have him jerk off in the toilet (Thank you Netz for the idea). Surprisingly (to me), Billy2 goes along with my order without arguing, but later on tells me that he didn't really like that and that he would have prefered for me to blow him while telling him how dirty he was to enjoy a blowjob!

This morning, I read a review he wrote of our session, in which he says that while I wasn't bad, he didn't felt as dominated as he would have liked. No kidding? Fucking idiot.

Client #3: Mr. Too-Drunk-To-Get-It-Hard.

Get to Mr. TDTGIH, and once inside, I realized that he stinks alcohol, and that he is obviously wasted. So, I go to the bathroom to text my driver to stick around because I may leave very soon. Go back to Mr. TDTGIH and start chatting with him, asking him about his evening, etc. He can barely talk coherently, and can barely stand on his legs, so I suggest we go to his bedroom and that he lays down. He asks me to massage him, but 2 minutes into the massage and he starts puking all over himself and on the bed.

I'm not paid enough money to deal with a drunken puking idiot, so I call my driver to let him know that I'm coming out in two minutes, I go get a bowl for TDTGIH to puke in along with a glass of water, ask him if there's someone I could call to come over and take care of him and he tells me to get his phone and call S. Turns out that S. is his girlfriend, and she was not exactly pleased to hear another woman on the phone telling her to come over to take care of her drunken BF. Not my dog though, and I'm back in the car 10 minutes after getting to this guy's place. That was easy money.

Client #4: Ms. Bi-Curious-Housewife-in-Denial

Oh geez. This one was a pain in the ass. She must have told me at least 20 times that really, she's straight, what with her having a husband and kids and all. Basically, I spent most of the hour listening to this woman who can't fucking acknowledge even to herself that she's into women, and who tried convincing me -- the escort she paid 250$ to come over -- of her straightness. It apparently never occured to her that 1) I could care less about her sexual identification, 2) her homophobia was fucking insulting.

That was my evening last night. A good night money wise, but I was wiped out when I got home. And I didn't even suck one dick or have to fake an orgasm.

 

[Homburg]

Client #4: Ms. Bi-Curious-Housewife-in-Denial

Oh geez. This one was a pain in the ass. She must have told me at least 20 times that really, she's straight, what with her having a husband and kids and all. Basically, I spent most of the hour listening to this woman who can't fucking acknowledge even to herself that she's into women, and who tried convincing me -- the escort she paid 250$ to come over -- of her straightness. It apparently never occured to her that 1) I could care less about her sexual identification, 2) her homophobia was fucking insulting.

That sounds incredibly annoying. Wow.

There was some amusement in some of those though. My personal favourite is the idea of paying $300 overall to nut once from minimal contact, and then play video games for an hour.

I hope those were some really good video games

 

[Netzach]

Report from Sunday night:

First client: Mr. Two-Minutes.

After taking care of business and chatting for a little while, clothes come off, and after a few minutes of kissing and pedding, I proceed to put a condom of Mr.Two-Minutes' little friend. As usual, I do it with my mouth. Only this time, I'm barely done unrolling the thing on his weener that Mr.Two-Minutes is cumming!

Me: "Sweetheart, I was not even started yet!"

Poor guy was mortified, and since he was past this age when getting it hard twice in the course of one hour is a possibility, we spent the rest of the hour playing video-games. He gave me a 50$ tip to make up for his premature excitement!

Second client: Billy2

Billy2 had requested that I wear the waist leather corset that I have on on some of the pics on the website, along with very specific stockings and black heels. He also inquired as whether I have a strap-on, and if I could bring it with me.

So, I get to Billy2's place kind of excited about being paid to fuck some dude's ass. But as soon as I see Billy2, I know he's another Billy. And I was right on. Billy2 wants me to dominate him, but exactly like HE wants me to dominate him. He starts giving me a fucking running script like Billy1 did, but this time, I'm not having it. I tell him that if I wants me to dom him, than it means shut the fuck up already and do as you're told. Billy2 seems a little bit confused with this new concept: yes of course he wants me to dom him, but how am I going to know how to properly dom him if he doesn't tell me how to dom him? *big sigh* The entire session is spent with me doing something or telling him to do something, and him arguing with me and/or requesting that I do it differently. At the end of the session, I have him jerk off in the toilet (Thank you Netz for the idea). Surprisingly (to me), Billy2 goes along with my order without arguing, but later on tells me that he didn't really like that and that he would have prefered for me to blow him while telling him how dirty he was to enjoy a blowjob!

This morning, I read a review he wrote of our session, in which he says that while I wasn't bad, he didn't felt as dominated as he would have liked. No kidding? Fucking idiot.

Client #3: Mr. Too-Drunk-To-Get-It-Hard.

Get to Mr. TDTGIH, and once inside, I realized that he stinks alcohol, and that he is obviously wasted. So, I go to the bathroom to text my driver to stick around because I may leave very soon. Go back to Mr. TDTGIH and start chatting with him, asking him about his evening, etc. He can barely talk coherently, and can barely stand on his legs, so I suggest we go to his bedroom and that he lays down. He asks me to massage him, but 2 minutes into the massage and he starts puking all over himself and on the bed.

I'm not paid enough money to deal with a drunken puking idiot, so I call my driver to let him know that I'm coming out in two minutes, I go get a bowl for TDTGIH to puke in along with a glass of water, ask him if there's someone I could call to come over and take care of him and he tells me to get his phone and call S. Turns out that S. is his girlfriend, and she was not exactly pleased to hear another woman on the phone telling her to come over to take care of her drunken BF. Not my dog though, and I'm back in the car 10 minutes after getting to this guy's place. That was easy money.

Client #4: Ms. Bi-Curious-Housewife-in-Denial

Oh geez. This one was a pain in the ass. She must have told me at least 20 times that really, she's straight, what with her having a husband and kids and all. Basically, I spent most of the hour listening to this woman who can't fucking acknowledge even to herself that she's into women, and who tried convincing me -- the escort she paid 250$ to come over -- of her straightness. It apparently never occured to her that 1) I could care less about her sexual identification, 2) her homophobia was fucking insulting.

That was my evening last night. A good night money wise, but I was wiped out when I got home. And I didn't even suck one dick or have to fake an orgasm.

Matisse writes about why she won't take female clients on her blog. You might want to check that out.

 

[DeservingBitch]

That sounds incredibly annoying. Wow.

There was some amusement in some of those though. My personal favourite is the idea of paying $300 overall to nut once from minimal contact, and then play video games for an hour.

I hope those were some really good video games

I suck at video-games. The only thing I can play somehow decently are car racing games. So, that's what we played.

You wouldn't believe the number of guys who will pay ridiculous amount of money just to have some company. One of the girls last night got a five hours call (ie, the guy pays 900$), which she spent eating dinner that the guy had cooked for her and watching a movie with him.

Matisse writes about why she won't take female clients on her blog. You might want to check that out.

Yeah, I read it before. I'm not doing housewifes again. I'm not a shrink, and I'm not paid enough money to deal with that kind of crap.

 

[Homburg]

I suck at video-games. The only thing I can play somehow decently are car racing games. So, that's what we played.

You wouldn't believe the number of guys who will pay ridiculous amount of money just to have some company. One of the girls last night got a five hours call (ie, the guy pays 900$), which she spent eating dinner that the guy had cooked for her and watching a movie with him.

*blinks*

Yup, can't imagine. I'd play video games that I stink at for that kind of money.

 

[Netzach]

I suck at video-games. The only thing I can play somehow decently are car racing games. So, that's what we played.

You wouldn't believe the number of guys who will pay ridiculous amount of money just to have some company. One of the girls last night got a five hours call (ie, the guy pays 900$), which she spent eating dinner that the guy had cooked for her and watching a movie with him.

They don't call it GFE for nothin'.

 

[Homburg]

They don't call it GFE for nothin'.

GFE was the first thing I thought when I read about dealing with the drunken puker.

 

[FurryFury]

Loved that post Deserving Bitch!



I send it to my husband too. I suspect it may aide him in making sure some real sex happens tonight.

Now I'm off to read some stories with the lovely prospect of a scene and sex on my horizon!

 

[DeservingBitch]

GFE was the first thing I thought when I read about dealing with the drunken puker.

Yeah well, I didn't deal very well with that when I was a real GF, so I'm not dealing with that either as a GFE.

Loved that post Deserving Bitch!



I send it to my husband too. I suspect it may aide him in making sure some real sex happens tonight.

Now I'm off to read some stories with the lovely prospect of a scene and sex on my horizon!

Glad I can help getting you laid!

 

[FurryFury]

<snip>Glad I can help getting you laid!

Yeah, me too!

 

[Homburg]

Yeah well, I didn't deal very well with that when I was a real GF, so I'm not dealing with that either as a GFE.

At least this time it's cash up front, eh?

 

[MzChrista]

Report from Sunday night:

First client: Mr. Two-Minutes.

After taking care of business and chatting for a little while, clothes come off, and after a few minutes of kissing and pedding, I proceed to put a condom of Mr.Two-Minutes' little friend. As usual, I do it with my mouth. Only this time, I'm barely done unrolling the thing on his weener that Mr.Two-Minutes is cumming!

Me: "Sweetheart, I was not even started yet!"

Poor guy was mortified, and since he was past this age when getting it hard twice in the course of one hour is a possibility, we spent the rest of the hour playing video-games. He gave me a 50$ tip to make up for his premature excitement!

Second client: Billy2

Billy2 had requested that I wear the waist leather corset that I have on on some of the pics on the website, along with very specific stockings and black heels. He also inquired as whether I have a strap-on, and if I could bring it with me.

So, I get to Billy2's place kind of excited about being paid to fuck some dude's ass. But as soon as I see Billy2, I know he's another Billy. And I was right on. Billy2 wants me to dominate him, but exactly like HE wants me to dominate him. He starts giving me a fucking running script like Billy1 did, but this time, I'm not having it. I tell him that if I wants me to dom him, than it means shut the fuck up already and do as you're told. Billy2 seems a little bit confused with this new concept: yes of course he wants me to dom him, but how am I going to know how to properly dom him if he doesn't tell me how to dom him? *big sigh* The entire session is spent with me doing something or telling him to do something, and him arguing with me and/or requesting that I do it differently. At the end of the session, I have him jerk off in the toilet (Thank you Netz for the idea). Surprisingly (to me), Billy2 goes along with my order without arguing, but later on tells me that he didn't really like that and that he would have prefered for me to blow him while telling him how dirty he was to enjoy a blowjob!

This morning, I read a review he wrote of our session, in which he says that while I wasn't bad, he didn't felt as dominated as he would have liked. No kidding? Fucking idiot.

Client #3: Mr. Too-Drunk-To-Get-It-Hard.

Get to Mr. TDTGIH, and once inside, I realized that he stinks alcohol, and that he is obviously wasted. So, I go to the bathroom to text my driver to stick around because I may leave very soon. Go back to Mr. TDTGIH and start chatting with him, asking him about his evening, etc. He can barely talk coherently, and can barely stand on his legs, so I suggest we go to his bedroom and that he lays down. He asks me to massage him, but 2 minutes into the massage and he starts puking all over himself and on the bed.

I'm not paid enough money to deal with a drunken puking idiot, so I call my driver to let him know that I'm coming out in two minutes, I go get a bowl for TDTGIH to puke in along with a glass of water, ask him if there's someone I could call to come over and take care of him and he tells me to get his phone and call S. Turns out that S. is his girlfriend, and she was not exactly pleased to hear another woman on the phone telling her to come over to take care of her drunken BF. Not my dog though, and I'm back in the car 10 minutes after getting to this guy's place. That was easy money.

Client #4: Ms. Bi-Curious-Housewife-in-Denial

Oh geez. This one was a pain in the ass. She must have told me at least 20 times that really, she's straight, what with her having a husband and kids and all. Basically, I spent most of the hour listening to this woman who can't fucking acknowledge even to herself that she's into women, and who tried convincing me -- the escort she paid 250$ to come over -- of her straightness. It apparently never occured to her that 1) I could care less about her sexual identification, 2) her homophobia was fucking insulting.

That was my evening last night. A good night money wise, but I was wiped out when I got home. And I didn't even suck one dick or have to fake an orgasm.

Girlfriend, you are earning your dough.

 

[MzChrista]

You want to talk about quickies?

I had this guy once, a big burly dude. He wanted to be caned. So I met him at a hotel, cuffed his big ass over the desk and got out my cane. I walked over next to him and gave it a good swing right near his head so he could hear it swish.

The son of a bitch started screaming SAFEWORD! SAFEWORD!

Man was that an easy payday. Hahaha

 

[DeservingBitch]

Jesus.

I'm getting all the weird case this week.

Client #1 tonight:

20 years old virgin boy. His dad called for an escort. Daddy is afraid that his son might be gay and seems to think that fucking an escort would get the gay out of his son. Or something.

So, I get to the hotel room, and I'm greeted by this young boy who it is obvious would rather be anywhere else than in this room with me. I do my best to get him to relax and he eventually explains to me how we both got in this room together. Of course, after hearing this story, I have no intention of fucking that boy, unless he convinces me that he really wants me to do so. But turns out that Daddy was half wrong half right: son ain't no virgin, but he's totally into dicks and not at all into pussies. So, we decided on smoking some weed and just chatting about life while watching teevee for the two hours 'date' that Daddy paid for. Since he doesn't want to get out of the closet to Daddy, I told him that I will tell anyone who asks that he fucked me like a man.


Client #2:

Paid me to suck and bite his nipples for an hour. Suck and bite his nipples. Nothing else. For an entire hour.

Now, tell me there's nothing wrong with capitalism when a guy has the money to pay a girl 250$ to suck and bite his nipple for an hour while other people can barely eat one meal a day.