- Getting stared down when entering a hotel. When you’re all done up in heels and a dress, standing by the lobby all by yourself, everyone knows what you are.
- Urinary tract infections...
- Having to ask “I don’t mean to be awkward or rude… But could you please take another shower?” - Because I guess washing under the skin is so hard..
- Bad breath… & Terrible kissing
- Very large clients (doing the splits whilst trying to mount the penis of a fat guy isn’t an easy task)
- Wondering when the guy’s gonna cum after nearly an hour of fucking, sucking, and wrist work...
- Dirty talking. I never understood it. I try not to laugh and cringe at the same time.
- Awkward moments between when a client finishes and when he’ll be out the door? Or when I should say “well, it’s time for me to get going!"
- Roleplaying. This leads back to dirty talking. I once agreed to a roleplay where I had to be this guy’s 12 year old daughter, and I enslave him to be my fucktoy. I guess he was just a pedophile dealing with his fantasy in a ‘normal’ and ‘legal’ way. That was the first and last time.
- Clients bailing on me. You could’ve told me before I got out of bed, showered, shaved, put my face on, curled my hair, and chosen my negligee... Not 10 minutes before.
- When I get asked for selfies....
- This doesn’t happen much to me, but when I was pimping I’d get heaps of clients trying to bargain for a girl’s rate. Some of their excuses were that they’re students and couldn’t afford much. I’m sorry… I don’t think there’s any Donate-Some-Pussy charities out there.
- Kissing and cuddling. I have clients that love doing that for hours. The most mentally draining part of the job. I guess that’s the ultimate girlfriend experience.
- Receiving head. Most men don’t know what they’re doing. I’ve achieved the ‘O’ before, but most of the time I would rather give than receive.
- Asking for unprotected sex. Now this astounds me...
- Dating. Probably one of the hardest challenge. Do I hide my profession? Or let guilt get the best of me, confess, and cross my fingers hoping he’ll accept me… Or get ready to be dumped?
- Telling men that you’re a hooker. I mean in everyday civilian life when you’re out and socialising. I get asked moronic questions like how much I’d charge to take me out, would I fuck them for half price, and then get sexually cracked onto in every single way. Being open and honest has its set backs. Common sense tells me to just say I flip burgers or something… I know, and I should.
Sunday, 23 November 2014
It’s A Hard Knock Life
Even though I enjoy this job, it’s tough being a hooker sometimes. Here’s some shit I have to deal with.
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