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An average day in the life of a sex worker - Me. X rated


Getting up most mornings around 9am - Friends would come round at 9.30am and we would walk round to the gym where we would workout until around midday. Home by 12.30pm and the fIrst client would come round soon after that.

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The first client of the day was just a massage and a wank, easy.

The second client an hour later was for bondage and discipline so the play room was used for this one and the room itself does half the work, just the fact that most people had never been in a play room / sex room / dungeon before - it scared and excited them at the same time. It was, after all, fully equipped for whatever sex scene you wanted and it would often scare the client to hell, oh they absolutely loved it and it was one of those sexually excited nervous times for them and it all added to the fear and the excitement - and the price reflected that.

I fucked him and he left sore and happy and I was £75 better off. This was 1987 when £75 for an hours work was phenominal.

Then an old man came for a massage and a fuck but he didn't get both, he got the fucking of a lifetime and left very happy swearing to return as he had had the best time ever.

I heard that a lot. I really was the best as believe me, like any market from plumbers to politicians, priests to porn stars, there will always be the brilliant, the very best - top marks and gold star and then there will be those who don't give a fuck and give anything the basic and who do not like their work and give it 10% - and it shows. Rude. Condescending, Attitude for days - looking at the ceiling all the time, and you are aware you are really not wanted. At the end they are very quick to take the money yet have opffered a shit service.

Next a fat middle aged man with BO - so put him in the shower first and he was fine with that and what a nice pleasant man he was. Not my type sexually but I fucked him anyway as that's what he came for and after his shower at the end and as I was not rushed to see another client, we talked for a while over a cuppa and he was amazed and so thankful to be asked to stay a little longer, but I could tell he was lonely and wanted to talk and be heard and seen - as so many people are invisible in this world and really want to be seen and appreciated, and I always took the time to do just that. He tipped £25 as well and told me he would return, as at least 90% of my clients did.

Next a young Brazilian guy in his mid 20's, tall and cute, arrogant as shit and so full of his own superiority it just made me laugh. Now, he may have been cute, but he was an asshole so he got the basic service. Oh he got what he wanted and ended up getting fucked, but it was a basic fuck with no bells and whistles as his arrogance put me right off and I didn't do certain things I might have done, it was just he was an asshole from the moment he walked in the door, not anything you could put your finger on, just an arrogant condescending prick.

He paid the correct money which I KNEW he thought I should be paying to him, but I took it and showed him out. He won't be back. I don't care.

Within half an hour my next client arrived. A short man in his early 70's all dressed in black and very smiley and friendly right from opening the door to him. He groped me in the hall which usually I didn't allow, but there was something about this elderly man that was --- fun. Took him up to the play room and he was down on his knees sucking my dick and I still was fully dressed and when I walked backwards round the playroom, he followed on his knees with his mouth glued to my dick. He was also fucked but this time it was with no attitude, no arrogance, he just enjoyed whatever I wanted to do to him and was very receptive and appreciative of it all, and between you and me, I had a LOT more fun with this old boy than I ever had with the cute young Brazilian because - quite simply - he was nice - he was easys, he was fun, there was no attitude and he tipped... ha ha

Bad or arrogant attitude just makes me laugh and I want to slap these pricks who think themselves superior as NO ONE is superior to anyone else. I don't care - I mean I REALLY DO NOT GIVE A FUCK if you are a waiter, brain surgeon, Bishop or on the dole... it is who you are as a person that matters and many rich and powerful people are cunts - right up their own asses, while many poorer people are more genuine and real, and easier to be with all round.

You see, some of the cute clients were so full of themselves they were actually selfish lovers and so - BAD SEX... BORING SEX... IT'S ALL WORSHIP ME... when that is not quite how it works and while sexual arrogance can be a turn on, in most cases it is so ONLY if the person is actually good at sex and considering most people come to me to learn and allow me to take control because many don't know good sex if it bit them in the ass and many are just too shy - so by me taking the lead and guiding them through the session, we would all have fun;- and when I met someone brave enought o actually ' take me on' and not need guidance as they just enjoyed and joined in and offered much in return.,.. FUCKING GLORIOUS... BUT oh so rare.

There was a gap in the afternoon and after dinner - half way through the evening, I got an 'out call' to the Dorchester Hotel on Park Lane - as most outcalls were to the top hotels - and I always took a credit card confirmation on all ' out calls ' just in case there are any problems and at least I would be paid. Dressing in Ralph lauren, Bill Blass and Calvin Klein always helps get into an hotel - especially in the evening - as the hotel can refuse you entry if they suspect you are an escort but - they are usually on the look out for women - and a man in his late 30's is not what many assume to be ' on the game ' - (believe me - IT IS NO GAME ) and this never happened to me and I just swanned in and went straight to the elevators ( it helps to know where they are ) and was with the client in his suit for the next couple of hours.

These 'out calls' were always priced accordingly - a 5 star hotel meant it was top price with return cab fare and I could easily earn anything between £125 - £500 for the couple of hours spent. Sometimes they would want me for an entire evening and that was expensive and some times, just an hour or so of good sex and then they had plans and I would be paid and leave... It was never dull and I got to see many of the finest hotels in London and although I have actually stayed as a guest in some before becoming a sex worker - it always amazed how run down some of these places are and how they just survive on their past reputation. In those days, the Savoy and the Ritz both relied on their past reputation as they were both in need of massive investment and a complete remodeling as they were somewhat - stuck in the 1940's grandeur and splendor that simply was not good enough for the 1990's.

I would get home maybe by 11.30pm and as I walked in the door the phone would be ringing ( this was before mobile phones remember ) and yet another regular customer wanted to come round in an hour, which just