Tales from the front lines

Girlfriend, you are earning your dough.
Tell me about it.

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
That's hilarious. You gotta love those easy ones!
 
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.


Oh my God. This is a phenomenal short story that only life can hand you.

Re: nipples.

I swear I think my love of nipples made my Bull fall in love with me. I think most women think that if they're on hairy pecs they don't work or something and most men are scared they'll be weirding their uptight women out if they tell them they do.

Poor nipples probably can't get that for anything, save for you. You are doing nipple humanitarian work.
 
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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.

I saw a porno once that went like that, except their was sex. Its bizarre how sex is a right of passage. Yet it has to be as bland as possible, and it doesn't matter how you get to that stage, pay her, get her drunk, etc.

I don't understand the world.
 
Oh my God. This is a phenomenal short story that only life can hand you.

Re: nipples.

I swear I think my love of nipples made my Bull fall in love with me. I think most women think that if they're on hairy pecs they don't work or something and most men are scared they'll be weirding their uptight women out if they tell them they do.

Poor nipples probably can't get that for anything, save for you. You are doing nipple humanitarian work.
Hahaha. Sure sounds better than saying that I'm whoring!

I've actually always been a big fan of nipples and nipple play. Both on men and women, although I do have a preference for the later for obvious reasons.

But 250$ for nipple play IS a bit expensive by my standards. Not that I'm complaining mind you: I'll rather bite nipples than suck cocks. Especially if I get to call it humanitarian work!
 
just reading through...since I haven't been in the biz in forever, I haven't anything good to add...but I will be reading this thread...great idea.
 
So I have an interview with another company tomorrow. This company and the one I already work for have a good working relationship, so if I'm hired by Company B, I'm going to continue working for Company A. Company B's manager also told me that if I can get it approved with Company A that they'll let me share shifts, which means I can log in with both companies at once. So, same amount of time sitting around waiting for the phone to ring, and twice the calls. :)
 
So I'm curious what sort of life-altering sex it is Mr Spitzer bought, that he felt like $5400/hr was a good price. It also makes me want to go ahead and break into the biz for that kind of dough.


I swear, flogging some pansy-ass politican and taking his money for it right about now is getting me wet as can be.

*drip drip drip*
 
So I'm curious what sort of life-altering sex it is Mr Spitzer bought, that he felt like $5400/hr was a good price. It also makes me want to go ahead and break into the biz for that kind of dough.


I swear, flogging some pansy-ass politican and taking his money for it right about now is getting me wet as can be.

*drip drip drip*

A good bit of the premium that he paid over the usual street price for such services was for the simple exclusivity of being able to reflect on the fact (if not actually say) that he was able to pay multiple grand to get laid. At some level it's no longer about the quality of the merchandise and it becomes about being merchandised in that blue Tiffany's box.

This is not to say that some variant on your scenario doesn't bring me to a corresponding state.
 
A good bit of the premium that he paid over the usual street price for such services was for the simple exclusivity of being able to reflect on the fact (if not actually say) that he was able to pay multiple grand to get laid. At some level it's no longer about the quality of the merchandise and it becomes about being merchandised in that blue Tiffany's box.

This is not to say that some variant on your scenario doesn't bring me to a corresponding state.

I think I could be the little blue box version of escorts.... anyone want to join me?


*smirks*
 
So Bunny? How did the interview go?

I now have a second job! :eek:

I'll be working the same hours with both companies, so I'll get twice the call volume (i.e., MONEY) without having to work longer hours, theoretically. We'll see how it goes. :)
 
Oh, yeah. My new company requires that we have several characters. (No biggie. I only have one at my old company, but I think I can keep it straight.) The problem is that they require all girls to have a she-male character. I've never even done a she-male call. What does a she-male sound like? :confused:
 
So I'm curious what sort of life-altering sex it is Mr Spitzer bought, that he felt like $5400/hr was a good price. It also makes me want to go ahead and break into the biz for that kind of dough.


I swear, flogging some pansy-ass politican and taking his money for it right about now is getting me wet as can be.

*drip drip drip*

What you pay for that price is discretion. Well, that's how it's being sold anyways. Ironically.

Typically, you get a model-like escort, a woman that you can take out in the world and who can hold an intelligent conversation and who transform into a porn-star when you close the door of your hotel room (ie, full service, above and beyond GFE).

Most women who work for the kind of high-end agencies that charge those rates are doing it as a last sting before retiring from the business. Mostly because it's difficult to last more than two years top in that niche (guys want fresh meat) and I don't know a lot of women who would go back to sucking cock for 150$/hour after making 3000$/hour (the girl's average cut on the 5400 rate).
 
Oh, yeah. My new company requires that we have several characters. (No biggie. I only have one at my old company, but I think I can keep it straight.) The problem is that they require all girls to have a she-male character. I've never even done a she-male call. What does a she-male sound like? :confused:

Stereotypically (which I'm assuming is what they are looking for), like a guy talking with a woman's voice.

How you're supposed to perform that, I have no idea.
 
Stereotypically (which I'm assuming is what they are looking for), like a guy talking with a woman's voice.

How you're supposed to perform that, I have no idea.

Sounds like you'd need to temporarily lower the register of your voice, BB. One possibility would be to scream into a pillow for a bit to make yourself slightly hoarse. Then drink some warm tea afterwards to soothe your throat. The combination should drop your voice down and make it sound huskier and thus a tad manly.
 
Stereotypically (which I'm assuming is what they are looking for), like a guy talking with a woman's voice.

How you're supposed to perform that, I have no idea.

A number that I've met also seemed like they were trying too hard, for lack of a better descriptor. Not being super-female, but just trying a little to hard to be feminine.

Others, not so much.
 
Sounds like you'd need to temporarily lower the register of your voice, BB. One possibility would be to scream into a pillow for a bit to make yourself slightly hoarse. Then drink some warm tea afterwards to soothe your throat. The combination should drop your voice down and make it sound huskier and thus a tad manly.

Good idea. I have a fairly low-pitched voice for a woman, anyway, when I'm not doing the "Hi, I'm an 18-year-old nymphomaniac!" voice. ;) Maybe it won't be too hard. For some reason, I keep picturing the drag queens that my gay friends hang out with, and I know there's no way I can do, like, the male version of Fran Drescher or anything like that. :eek:
 
Oh, yeah. My new company requires that we have several characters. (No biggie. I only have one at my old company, but I think I can keep it straight.) The problem is that they require all girls to have a she-male character. I've never even done a she-male call. What does a she-male sound like? :confused:

Oh God, oh God.

Just talk.

They're not THAT stupid, frankly, and for a lot of them the fantasy is that you're a woman in every possible way who has an attached and functional dick.

TS fetish callers are pretty much dick curious but into women women women.

I hate the "make you have a character" thing - it's so stupid. When I get tranny fans, I do the omniscient narrator thing or a voyeuristic thing.

I went solo after the "you're a 6 foot West Indian she-male" call. That was too stupid for me to make it through.
 
Oh God, oh God.

Just talk.

They're not THAT stupid, frankly, and for a lot of them the fantasy is that you're a woman in every possible way who has an attached and functional dick.

TS fetish callers are pretty much dick curious but into women women women.

I hate the "make you have a character" thing - it's so stupid. When I get tranny fans, I do the omniscient narrator thing or a voyeuristic thing.

I went solo after the "you're a 6 foot West Indian she-male" call. That was too stupid for me to make it through.

*Nods* I hate the character thing, too. I do a much better job more or less telling the truth about what I look like, what I sound like, and all that good shit. I'm afraid I'll never keep all these people straight, but, hey...I need the damned money, and I don't have the resources or the experience to go solo yet.
 
*Nods* I hate the character thing, too. I do a much better job more or less telling the truth about what I look like, what I sound like, and all that good shit. I'm afraid I'll never keep all these people straight, but, hey...I need the damned money, and I don't have the resources or the experience to go solo yet.

You'll be FINE, more than. And as you get regs you can relax a bit and break character with them, you'll find they'll stick around more. Guys LOVE realism - I think this is what the companies need to wake up to.
 
You'll be FINE, more than. And as you get regs you can relax a bit and break character with them, you'll find they'll stick around more. Guys LOVE realism - I think this is what the companies need to wake up to.

I think you're 100% right. I do best with my handful of regs who know me as "tall, dark-haired Southern kinky chick." Not exactly what you'd call a stretch as far as realism goes. ;)
 
I think you're 100% right. I do best with my handful of regs who know me as "tall, dark-haired Southern kinky chick." Not exactly what you'd call a stretch as far as realism goes. ;)

We'll give you a pass on the "kinky" part just 'cause we like ya so much. ;)
 
Oh God, oh God.

Just talk.

They're not THAT stupid, frankly, and for a lot of them the fantasy is that you're a woman in every possible way who has an attached and functional dick.

TS fetish callers are pretty much dick curious but into women women women.

I hate the "make you have a character" thing - it's so stupid. When I get tranny fans, I do the omniscient narrator thing or a voyeuristic thing.

I went solo after the "you're a 6 foot West Indian she-male" call. That was too stupid for me to make it through.

I think you are right. They dont want a guy, they want a chick with a dick. So as long as she talks the fantasy they arent going to care about anything else.
 
Oh God, oh God.

Just talk.

They're not THAT stupid, frankly, and for a lot of them the fantasy is that you're a woman in every possible way who has an attached and functional dick.

TS fetish callers are pretty much dick curious but into women women women.

I hate the "make you have a character" thing - it's so stupid. When I get tranny fans, I do the omniscient narrator thing or a voyeuristic thing.

I went solo after the "you're a 6 foot West Indian she-male" call. That was too stupid for me to make it through.
I am interrupting this thread to say the following:

Holy shit Netzach, that intellectual-artsy look in HAWT on you!
 
Homophobia and Stupidity:

Just came back from my only call tonight. Easter week-end keeps the pervs at home it seems.

So, I meet Mr. Homophobic in his hotel room. He booked me for two hours.

After the usual chit-chat, we get down to business. Or rather, *I* get down to business, if you know what I mean. My legendary talent at sucking cocks make him cum in about 5 minutes. I take the condom off, go to the bathroom to dispose of it, bring back a warm wet towel to clean Mr. Homophobic's little guy, and then lay down beside him. At which point Mr. Homophobic tells me that if I don't mind, he'd like to go to bed and could I call my driver to pick me up?

Huh? I asked him if there's anything wrong, if I did something to displease him. Tells me that no, I didn't do anything wrong, but since he can't kiss me anymore anyways, he'd rather just go to bed. WTF can't kiss me anymore? Why???

Well apparently, Mr. Homophobic just can't bring himself to kiss a woman who had her mouth around his cock. "But there was a condom on your cock." Doesn't matter. He just can't.

Re-WTF???

Well, you know, I sorta had his cock in my mouth, so if he kisses me, then it's sorta like him touching my lips that touched his cock, which is sorta like him kissing a cock, which is totally gay.

The logic is priceless.

It's sad really how fragile masculinity is. And costly. That dude ended up paying 500$ for a 5-ish minutes blow job.
 
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