Call girls have to eat too...

And when we go out, we’re going to talk about our days too. Bankers may talk about interest rates, realtors may talk about real estate, young parents will talk about their crying babies. We talk about sex. And when you’re in a restaurant, you have to talk loud to be heard. We get bad looks, but we get some real good looks as well. Usually from men. Just the other day, we turned around to leave and saw an older man in a wheelchair behind us. He was all alone, hooked up to an oxygen tank, but he was grinning from ear to ear, pleased by his seating arrangement and the conversation he was privy to. This may sound like a rationalization, but as I’ve said before this is the oldest profession in the world. There was a time, pre-Puritanical time, when we didn’t have the stigma we do now. And we provide an important service, sex has been proven to be healthy, and scientists have discovered that couples that have sex the night before are more productive at work. I’m literally stimulating the economy. I’m not a junkie, not crazy, not lazy. I work harder than most people, and my ho support group does to. And don’t forget the joy I can bring to an old man in a wheelchair!

The incall situation

In escorting, there are two types of appointments- Incall and Outcall. Incall refers to when the client comes to me and outcall is when I go to the client. Some girls will see clients at their house. I'm a firm believer in keeping work and personal separate. For my incall appointments, I rent a hotel room at an upscale location. Last night I had an appointment and since check out isn't until noon the next day, I left all my work stuff there. Today I show up with L and housekeeping was cleaning the room. At this point, I'm in a mad panic. L walks over to the nightstand and grabs the roll of condoms. I feel a sigh of relief. That was a close call with housekeeping. The woman walks in and changes the bedding. When she walks about she has my bottle of lube in her hand!!! I'm bright red and thinking OMG I've been found out. I can feel a massive panic attack coming on and L is trying desperately to calm me down. I try to act as if nothing happened; but dammit I just bought that bottle!!! I need to start being more careful.

Back to reviews....

Well my review with inaccurate information still hasn't been fixed. I've emailed them over and over but not response.
On another note, I've been getting reviews from people who haven't even seen me since I've gone independent. One one site, the reviewers get a month free for reviewing a girl. I've had two that have done this and one rated me as a cut above (which on the scale is like a 4 out of 5) and most of mine are best ever. I'm so pissed over this because even though its not bad review, I don't want too many of them. The reviewer goes on to talk about my "magnificent jugs"???? Talk about class. I sent him a very livid email. I don't like when my reviews go into too much detail, let alone sound like bad porn. The review is there, I can't get it changed....I can only do a rebuttal, but first I want to wait for his response to my pissed off email before I write anything. More proof that men think with their penises and not their brains.

Never a boring day at the office....

Last week I was sorting through the roughly 50 emails I have waiting for me when I wake up and discovered this one-

"receiving golden showers and having you where shoes and socks all daybefore we meet so I can suck on your sweaty toes. i have a huge foot fetish"

He originally asked what kind of fetishes I do. My response to him was what did he have in mind? I'm down for water sports just give me fair warning to drink enough water/beer; but the last part has me somewhat baffled. I'm not sure how sucking on my sweaty, smelly feet is going to provide sexual pleasure?!? Of course, I am also the same person who said that sex is viewed differently by everyone so I guess who am I to judge???

I'm going to leave this one in my pending file for now....

When the worlds collide.....

It generally doesn't happen; but every time you open the door, you run the risk of having someone that knows in you in your "real" life be on the other side. This story comes in a round about way, so just bare with me. Several months ago, I totaled my car in an accident. Luckily, no one was hurt, but it left me car-less. So as anyone would do, it went shopping for a used car. I looked at several ones that were for sale by owner and finally decided on the car I wanted and bought. Last December, I had a client that I didn't recognize and we were talking about cars and how he just sold a car like mine to someone (It wasn't me). Now that I'm independent, this same client called for an appointment to which naturally I said yes. Through some text messages he mentioned that I had a twin that looked at his car and said my real name. Of course right now, I'm freaking out. Its one thing to give a client your real name with time. Its another to have them know you outside of this. Its the loss of control that is the most panicking feeling. Now I have some decisions to make. Do I fess up that it was, in fact me, and let him know my real name? Do I continue to deny it? Do I even contact him and keep the appointment? Or simply just ignore him? Decisions, decisions...