среда, 1 октября 2014 г.
How I got started...
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A month later, after hanging around bars, listening to lecherous guys who tried to pursue me, just in order to make love, I decided it was better to go to work in an escort service than wasting my time around horny people who would lie to me anything in exchange for free sex. It would be better off staying home and reading a good book or going to a concert or, for that matter, masturbating. On the other hand it was not necessary to masturbate while there were so many men who would love to pay for sex.
Very soon I hated to spend so much time hanging around bars. But I had nothing to do and continued to go out again and again. Going out, I dressed conservatively and visited only fancy places. The routine in restaurants or clubs would always follow the same prototype:
“Do you know what? You are beautiful!”
”Thank you.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
I smiled. “Okay, champagne will be fine.”
“My pleasure.”
And it would end the same way. My admirer would bow close to me and whisper in my ear, “Why don’t we go up to my flat and have a good time?”
I would refuse the offers and after that my aficionado would be unpleasant and run off without a trace. Some of them would provide me their phone numbers and ask me to call them
When I would return to my apartment, lying in my bed at night, I would think about how lonely I was, and on the other hand, how stupid men were. They wanted only sex, and nothing else was interesting for them.
Once I decided to accept an offer from a good-looking gentleman and went with him to his apartment. He asked me to do such things as exploring his sexual desires, which I never did, even for money. When I told him his wishes were unusual and as a theme of reality I must be paid, he was upset and angry. “I never pay for sex!” he exclaimed. “Who is going to satisfy your sexual flaws for free?” I was confused. “Any one who likes the same fantasy,” he said. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any interest to urinate on your face and shit all over your body.” He hesitated, and then asked carefully, “How much do you want me to pay you?” “Nothing!” I said, “I have to go now.”
“Because you don’t want to do this or your husband waits for you?”
“It is a stupid question,” I said, “I’m not married.”
“I don’t understand you,” he went on, “you told me that you like me and now you want to go home-“
“I’m sorry. I can’t explain.”
If I did explain, he wouldn’t understand, I thought miserably. No one would. How can I enjoy being with a man who would ask such things?
A month later, after hanging around bars, listening to lecherous guys who tried to pursue me, just in order to make love, I decided it was better to go to work in an escort service than wasting my time around horny people who would lie to me anything in exchange for free sex. It would be better off staying home and reading a good book or going to a concert or, for that matter, masturbating. On the other hand it was not necessary to masturbate while there were so many men who would love to pay for sex.
I was having dinner at the Cliff Hotel with Lydia. We came just for a couple of drinks and light appetizers. I looked up at Lydia and said, “I want you to introduce me to your Madam.”
“What happened? Why did you change your mind?”
“I’m tired of doing nothing and hanging around bars, and as you know money has one pattern of ending.”
“Okay. We will see her tomorrow.”
I patted Lydia‘s hand and smiled, “Great.”
The following day Lydia introduced me to Madam Linda. Like my previous Madam, Erica, she was very demanding and strict about her regulations. She asked me if I had drug problem, looking at my wrist to be sure are there no needle marks from injecting drugs. She said if I had tattoo it was also unacceptable. After her examination she found herself satisfied and told me she would call me very soon.
After a couple clients she sent me I realized that she had good clients who wanted company for the evening or the night. The most common were elderly rich men that simply enjoyed my company. They were absolutely honest about their sexual desires and did not tell me fairytales about marriages or bright futures. Other clients, who did not ask for sex, wanted to impress others by having an attractive woman as their date, if not as a pretend girlfriend or wife. They would call Linda and specify what kind of image woman I should play. Some of clients wanted to meet with me beforehand to evaluate my level of intelligence, education, manners, speech, and ability to execute the pretense, as well as to judge my appearance...
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