Showing posts with label Social Escort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Social Escort. Show all posts

Rags to Regis

Second booking of the year - St. Regis.

Like finallllyyyyyyy.

Nothing much to say about the sex though. At times I thought, perhaps it would have been better if I had hold out a lttle longer, till a more ideal client comes along with a Regis booking. Now when I think back of the place, I'm just reminded of a very 'bleuurrggghhh' experience. But at least, I've got the Regis checked off my 'To-Do' List.

The room wasn't as grand as I imagined it would be. Needless to say, I was dressed to the nines for this booking but being in Singapore and with its people who have no sense of occasion nor dressing, I still found myself caught in the elevator with a bunch of local guys clad in t-shirt, bermudas and slippers. SLIPPERSSSS, mind you!!! Is there a beach party I didn't know about? Pfftttt. And there I was in my 5-inch 'fuck-me' heels.




We had some wine and I gave it another chance. This time it tasted nicer. Its called - Chateau Rocs De Marchand, Montagne St Emilion. Can anyone tell me if its suppose to be good? Cos I know naughts about wine. Enjoyed it though...

The client was far from perfect. So in these kind of situation, I will have to call in my backup (in my head... like in a game show). For the pass few not so enjoyable 'dates', I've been 'using' the image/ visual/ idea of this bloke and it has pulled me through a couple of bleuurrggghhh sexperiences.

Divian... Divian... Divian Nair... I think its his sexy deep voice, or is it his boyish innocence. I used to listen to him (oh he's a radio jock in Singapore - 98.7fm btw) every morning when he partnered with Vanessa Fernandez. But after Van left, the show has kinda lost its wit and zany-ness, so I just sleep in till noon.

So yeah, that's my confession, and probably a sex-tip for you too.

For me, if the client is not 'performing', boring, or just plain gross, I will summon my Divian Nair and do a mental substituition. Yummmyyy...

xoxo.

p.s: Got my period today. Phew. Which means, I will be taking a break/ breather this week. Hopfully the coast clears up soon enough before my next booking at the Fullerton. *Double Yummmyyyy*
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Hey Big Spender!

What a way to kick off 2011! My first booking for the year was with a 36 year old American lawyer, let's call him Tony (as is Tony in Drop Dead Diva, Jane's boyfriend).

(Can't actually blog in full today cos I've gotta prepare for my booking this afternoon. Let's make this a quickie)...

The experience was... Wow!!!

For the first time, it felt like a real date and we really looked like a couple (cos we're both big and chubby, kinda felt like Tony and Jane, hahah)



Tony made reservations for dinner at CUT, a steakhouse at Marina Bay Sands... OMG, have you seen that place? I would never have imagined I would ever, EVER step into a place like that in my entire lifetime. It is my first snazzy restaurant, where I ordered my first snazzy cocktail, which infact I had no idea what I ordered, simply picked the first thing on the menu. Plus, I kinda liked the name - The Duke of Earl.

To me surprise, it was delicious. I have always imagined cocktail to taste, maybe, very alcoholic, and as I was ready to hold my breath and swallow my poison, the drink froliked on my tongue and glided down my throat like sweet serenade. Nice. Great first expereince with cocktail (unlike wine). Thumbs up! Can try again. Ouh ouh!!

Tony and I warmed up very well, as expected. At the dinner table, I was at a total lost of what to order. So I told Tony the truth, that I know naughts about whats on the menu and after getting some recommendations from the waiter (I dunno if thats what you call 'em, they're not like the usual guys who waits on tables, they talk alot more), I ordered the Filet Mignon.


Looked something like this... but nicer
 One of the reasons also why I was afraid to order cos I was totally blown away by the price tagged on these dishes. My Filet Mignon alone was $120!!! That is like my meal allowance for a whole month, equivalent to 24 plates of premium-price Nasi Lemak!!!

But it was the most heavenly thing my tongue has ever tasted. *drooooolll* The taste still lingers on my mind...

{ Sneaked to snap a pic of the table setting when Tony went to the Gents }

Donuts and gelato sent from the heavens above.... Divine!!!

To cut the story short, when we got back to his hotel, Tony wasn't looking for full-on penetration kind of sex... just close enough to tease, he said. Okayyyyy....

Now the best thing about sex with a big guy is that I don't have to worry about crushing his bones. At the rate of how I was humping on top of him, the regular guy would have broken joints in 12 different places. But with Tony, it was like I was on the floating castle. So funn!!!!

After much foreplay and by the time I hopped on top of him, Tony was already rock hard and stiff like a standing ovation. I, of course was juicing wet from the excitement. So I rubbed my body against his, back and forth, and positioned my pelvic region, exactly where the tip of his schlong is pressed along from the tip of my clit to my wet pussy, but not penetrating. Now imagine that, and then imagine gliding back and forth like that slowly at first, then faster and faster.

That was the first time I've ever tried doing that and I never thought it could feel so good!!! It was suchhhhhhhh a tease that I got even wetter and he could feel my wetness, which drove him wildly crazy. I loved the expresion on his face I got so much satisfaction from the pleasure of my man.


Having sex in the dark, with the window curtains fully drawned, revealing Singapore's scenic night setting with the Singapore flyer and MBS towers lending its light, glowing off the silhoutte of my body to let Tony find his way around.

It was a beautiful, super-sexy-hot evening and I'm guessing, I'll be Tony's first stop when he comes back again to our sunny shores.

xoxo.

p.s: Hmmm... so where next? Ku De Ta?... bring it on babyyyyyy
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French-Kissin', Dubai Dreamin'

Did I somehow forget to mention that before I went for the premiere screening of 'The Tourist', I had a nice date with a French gentleman? Which was sweet cos after that at the movies, the setting started off in France too so I got to reminisce about my lovely Monday rendezvous ;)

Pierre is an avid punter. A naughty (not-so) little 45 year old boy.

It was our first date and the booking process was smooth, obviously cos he's experienced thus asks only the neccessary questions. He contacted me 2 days in advance and on Monday afternoon, we met (because nobody really work on a Monday. hah).

And, no. If the thought even crossed your mind - I did not fall in love with this one, okay! (Currently heart is still on 'G')

Pierre can be described as an 'ideal' client. He's not my 'type' (so I probably wont feel emotionally attached), his size is not too big/small, very enjoyable to be with, and has lots of knowledge and information to share. Perfect!

He has a vast experience with escorts (travels alot so...), from low-level Geylang to VIP escorts so I asked him to share his encounters and his opinion about the different 'castes' of escorts. This kind of classified information is very useful and valuable to me as it not only helps me evaluate my positioning, it gives me a fresh perspective of the industry and at the same time I get a clearer idea of what's happening out there.

[If you're wondering why I 'sound' funny today is cos I'm actually really sleepy *its 3am*. I will probably revisit this post to refine my language]

Most probably I will be meeting him again today (Wednesday) or tomorrow, as he just dropped me a message just now... (and that's why I have to blog this now). From the looks of it, he's another one who is definitely hooked on me and worships my body. Tell-tale sign is when they want to meet again so soon after the first date. (phew... what a saviour cos I'm almost broke)

Pierre was so excited about 'finding' me on the escort portal. He couldn't stop going on and on about how my waist to hip ratio is every man's fantasy (meh?!) while the entire time couldn't take his hands off my butt (which I thought was so cute. You know, I've always hated my butt cos ever since I hit puberty at 10, my mom has always made fun of it saying its so big :P... hence the negative body image that resulted in low self-esteem).

Not only that, he was strongly recommending that I try Paris (where he's from) as I will definitely be able to get lots of bookings because my body shape is exquisite and not like the other normal slender escorts. All this while I gawk in 'huh?!' as he talks about renting an apartment and how I must remember to do it discreetly. Is he still talking about me? I'm just a small-fry, humble lil Singapore girl, enjoying her 'misadventures' and he's encouraging me to take on PARIS???

Pierre also said that I'm not really a BBW. Maybe in Asian context I'm on the larger side, but in the European 'serving' I would be perfect (his words, not mine. I'm still convinced that I'm fat). 'Pulpy'. He described me as 'pulpy' (definition. (n.) soft; fleshy; succulent) *lol* in his testimonial that got me grinning from ear to ear.

Once the testimonial goes 'live' on my profile, I'm sure it will work wonders for my reputation and help me land more 'dates'. Infact, from Pierre's encouraging response, for 2011, I'm kinda considering the possibility of venturing and extending my 'services' to, you guessed it - Dubai, The Golden Souk of Dreams...




I'm still doing my research on the escort scene in Dubai. 'Ideally', the plan is to go during the Chinese New Year period (early Feb. Cos public holidays here will always be the 'dry spell' season) and maybe come back after Valentines'. Now this will need meticulous planning - safety, laws and regulations there, accomodation, flight etc. but if I really wanna go for it, I have to start now.

If anyone has any tips or pointers that I should take note about escorting in Dubai, I would really appreciate it if you would drop me a message at xoxo.chuckles@gmail.com especially about the following issues:

- Laws and regulations (concerning escorts).
What's the enforcement pratice like in Dubai?
- Type of 'clients' to take note.
Should I stick to the expats or are Dubai men 'okay'?
- Location. Where is the best recommended place to stay?
Is it ok if I stay in a hotel in the City Centre/ Bur Dubai, or would customers think it is too central and they might be 'seen'?

If you're staying in Dubai or has any advice on this, pleaseeeee share. Merci... Shukran... :)

xoxo
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G-Spot

Christmas is the time to share your love. Also an excuse to go shopping, even if it is for others.

Last week after G brought me lingerie shopping, I cracked my head to think of what gifts to get for his daughters, aged 5 and 7y.o. I tried to dig back on old memories, when I was a little girl, what were the things I loved and treasured. After walking around the entire ION, I went back and went through my list of shortlisted items. As I had all the time in the world to decide, I figured I shouldn't buy impulsively as I wanted to put more thought into the gifts.

The next day early in the morning, I went back to ION before the other Christmas shoppers to snap up some cool gifts from Kikki K, Diva and Accessories.



It was a tough choice, especially when later I went to Borders and saw MORE cool stuffs. Luckily I was still able to restrain myself and settled at Coffee Club to chill instead for the rest of the day.

I only got to wrapping the gifts on Tuesday and was wishing hard that the girls would like 'em.



Yesterday morning, I popped by G's place to pass him the pressies. We sat and chatted for a while and I saw that his X'mas tree was already up and baubbled. It felt ready good to see him and hear him talk about choosing between Fairprice Finest and Fairprice Xpress *lol*. Com'on, he's a stay at home dad, what do you expect?! I do wonder where his moolahs come from... hmmm, maybe he's an exiled prince or has independent wealth? I don't really care (ok, maybe just a little bit). I simply like him for his kindness and humility. And the great sex, of course.

I stayed for less than half-an-hour cos his kids were already on their way back (from playing at the neighbours. He sent them over when I txted to say I was coming. Why? Am I that hideous? Oh. I forgot. I'm the prostitute.)

I told him he don't have to tell the girls who the presents were from. Just say it was from 'Santarina'. I didn't sign off on any of the presents too, just christmas greetings and wishes. It would have been rather awkward for me to sign-off, I mean, should I sign my 'REAL' or 'reel' name? Or maybe simply 'Love, Your Dad's Fuckin Machine' or 'Kisses, Your New Mom'. *lol* Now, THAT would be pure evil.

I went back home after that and as usual over-analysed the scenario in my head. Maybe he would hide the gifts and not give it to the girls. Maybe it IS unappropriate for me to extend gifts to his family. Maybe he will open and check the presents first to see if its anything 'unappropriate' before giving it to the girls.

Then I wondered some more why I doubt him so much when he has only been so nice. *smacks myslef on the head* Perhaps it is 'me' that I don't trust. I do not expect anything in return. I don't expect recognition. Just want to share my love. I turned up my radio as this song played the tune of my teary peepers.

When you forget me
When you don’t remember my name
Not even a memory
Somewhere in the back of your brain
I won’t be offended
‘Cause I always knew
that the day would come
when I’m not enough to make you stay


You tell me it’s not possible
No way that we could break
But nothing is illogical
Believe me


Like falling stars over your head
We were bound to burn out
Burn like crashing cars
I’ll never get over you, never over you
‘Cause you are so beautiful, yeah


The world is turning
And time keeps on lingering on
The sun will be burning
Eventually you will be gone


I’ll always love you
Oh, believe it or not
Baby, that’s not enough to
Not enough to stop these…


Falling stars over your head
We were bound to burn out, burn like crashing cars
I’ll never get over you, never over you
‘Cause you are so beautiful, yeah


When it’s all said and done
I’ll be just a speck in the galaxy
Floating far far away by gravity
You tell me it’s not possible
No way that we could break


Like falling stars
Like crashing cars
Like falling stars over your head
We were bound to burn out just like crashing cars
I’ll never get over you, never over you
‘Cause you are so beautiful
You are so beautiful, yeah


:: Falling Stars :: David Archuleta



About 15 minutes later, I got a phonecall from my 'secret'-phone. Yippeeee - a job call at last, I thought.

I picked up the call with a sexy "Hello", and voice at the other end exclaimed - "Thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!!"

Huh?

"The girls lovvvvvvvved it!!!!!", said the familiar voice.

It then hit me who it was and screamed,"You were supposed to open your presents on Christmas day!"

"Yeah, but the girls were so excited when they saw it, and I was curious so we just had to open it now. Thank you. It is really too much. You didn't have to. I've been to these shops and I know how much these things cost..."

I'm surprised I can still remember every single thing he uttered. It feels really nice to make others smile and feel happy. He went on and on for a while more and then we were planning our next rendezvous. He said probably the week after next. Till then I'll probably would have starved to death.

In an unexpected turn of events and many more flirty sms-es inbetween, I ended up at his doorstep, again, later that night.

'The coast is clear.'

That is my cue to come in. His daughters are finally asleep.

He took my hand and whispered to my ear.

I couldn't hear what it was :P

He led me into a room and then I saw this little angel sleeping peacefully. She is so adorable!!!! Oh, he wanted to show me his daughters, whom I have only seen in pictures. On her little side table, I saw the gifts that I got for her, displayed nicely, fitting perfectly with her other belongings. Bingo! My taste in gifts was on the DOT.

Shortly after we returned to the living room, where daddy was already very, very, hard.

To keep it short, things were smokin' up by the Christmas tree as G kissed me all over with his hands already making his way into my private baubbles. We took it to the bedroom after that and the rest was his-story.

After multiple orgasms and pints of sweat later, G flopped on my body and we snuggled tight, his head resting inbetween my swellin boobies.

"You know, Annie loved your presents so much, she wore it during dinner. She almost wanted to wear it to sleep," whispered G.

"Then perhaps I should have bought for all 3 of you so that you all can wear it together at dinner", I chuckled.

"Though I have another present for you, but I insist on giving it to you personally.... Lie on your back," I ordered, and started nibbling his nipples and plant gentle kisses down his body and inbetween his thighs, purposely avoiding his 8-inch candy cane.

I teased his sack with my tongue and as his moans got more intense, I finally licked his candy cane until it melted. Mmmm, I love candy.

It was a transaction-less episode as I came on my own accord but if the sex was good, I don't mind.

After all the shoes, shoes and Christmas shopping, I am down to my last $10. Can you believe it? I can't. My entire stash is gone. I have to chew my shoes till I get my next 'call'.

If anyone would like to donate your lunch vouchers, dinner coupons or maybe take me out to dinner (in return I will pose as your girlfriend at that dreaded Christmas party) please email me at xoxo.chuckles@gmail.com with the email subject: Keep 'hushushbaby' Alive!

Thank you & Merry Christmas!

*^*hoe hoe hoe*^*
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F.I.L.F - Chivalry is Not Dead


On a regular day, I would actually be bitter seeing these two teenagers 'loving-doving' infront of me. But today is an especially lovely day for me.

As you can see, I am blogging in the comforts of the plush seats at Old Town White Coffee @Far East Plaza right now, while having *duhh* - coffee. My tummy's cramping pretty bad; having my first day of period, but I'm all grinssss.

A lottttttttt of things have happened and it will take at least 10 posts before I get it all down on blog. But let's start with TODAY.

I met up with, let's call him 'G', at Starbucks at 10.30am this morning for breakfast. G asked me out to go shopping... for lingerie. To begin with... how awesome is THAT??!!!!!!!! Lingerie shopping is the ultimate best (second being bags and shoes, third - dresses). So after that I brought him to the place where I usually buy my naughty intimate wear.

RONDAVOUS - THE hang out place for all naughty lingerie. At first I asked him to choose for me, but being him, he said, "No, you choose. It's for you". Awww, how sweet right?

So I picked out a few to try them on, and with each different piece, I called him into the changing room to see. NOW, I would surely know why men should NEVER be allowed into the changing rooms. For a while there I went 'ouh, ouh', when I saw his gleaming eyes light up. He inched closer and we started kissing... slowly nibbling my lips and then held me tighter, flicking my nipples. He got soooo turned on by the 'barely there' lingerie that we almost end up making out in the changing room.

That happened 3 more times with the other pieces I tried on, but in term of intensity, the first piece definitely bagged the trophy. I didn't look at the price tags cos I didnt want to be choosing based on price/ most expensive so I merely picked based on preference, which eventually did turn out to be the most expensive :P How I know?... hmmm...

After shopping, we went back to his place, where I'm having the best sex ever for the second time in the week with G. I told you I was addictive.

My first date with G was last Friday. The entire process was the easiest and fastest I've ever done. More convenient than online shopping - he dropped me an email with all the info I need, *POOF* I show up at his door the next morning and he claims to not being able to stop thinking about me ever since.

And G is farrrrrrrrrr from ogre-ly. Just now when I went back to the same shop (2nd time today) to get YET another pair of stockings, the Pinoy shop assistant who already knows me by name, was saying... "Wah ma'am, your husband is so handsome!"

Husband??? I WISHHH!!!!!

Not wanting to look like a skank, I told her that he was my fiance' (at least it sounds better than 'boyfriend'). Then I asked her how much the earlier purchase added up to and I was flabbergasted by the amount.

$400?????!!!!!

It might not mean alot to some people but if I had known that 'barely there' flimsy piece was THAT expensive, I definitely would have chosen something else. I could have gotten 3 uber-gorgeous lacey corsets instead to last me till X'mas 2020!

Anw, back to the part where we were making love on his bed.... Ahhh... if the Cinderella story is 'If the Shoe Fits', mine would be, 'If the Dick Fits' cos he fills me up to the purrrrfect D, and you'd know how goooood it feels if the 'fit' is right.


The sex was also mind-blowing cos there is always alot of laughter inbetween, and he'd open up alot and share things about his life, which I totally appreciate and infact feel even more comfortable cos I know that he has nothing to hide.



Only at the second meeting today did I learn that G is a single parent and he has two adorable daughters that he adores dearly. I didn't actually want to ask about his personal life, cos those kind of questions are strictly out of bounds. But he was the one who opened up and told me and hey, he reminded me of the term m.i.l.f which on him would be 'Fathers.I.Love.to.Fuck' (F.I.L.F).

Of all times in the world, I got my period while he was fingering me cos I caught a glimpse of his bloody fingers and broke into a panic. I sulked when I thought my fun-time was over, but he said he wasn't squemish and that he didn't mind, so.... woohooo, the fun and play continues! ( I know, I would think its kinda gross too but hey, if my baby doesn't mind, then nothings stopping us)

In the beginning, I thought today's 'session' was to return the favour of him buying me lingerie, which I didn't mind cos he is just so adorable. So again, I was surprised when he handed me the stash for the time we spent together, on top of all the lingerie shopping.

Recap of my day:
Breakfast at SB with G - Lingerie shopping (Far East Plaza) - G's Apartment - Home - Far East Plaza (Old Town White Coffee).

Back at home, as I was getting ready to head out again, I thought alot about G. Actually I have been since our first meeting. I don't think I'm being naive but I am able to sniff out 'sincerity' from miles away.

I find myself feeling rather intensely for G. I respect him for his kindness, his commitment to be the best father for his daughters, and for simply needing some tender loving care from a woman. And that's when the downpour started.

I warned myself - "Don't cry... don't cry!!!" and boommm, the floodgates just gushed.

I especially hate it when it gets emotional like this. 'Fuck-and-go's are so much easier, with no emotional baggage lingering after. But since what I usually offer is an experience, I tend to get carried away (like now) when the connection is as fantastic as this.

This is why it leaves me sad - imagine all the things your heart has ever ever yearned and wanted, all wrapped in a nice bundle and it is now staring right in front of you. Fate dangles it right before your eyes and then you hear a voice saying - "You see all that? It can NEVER be yours." And a mirror appears before you and you see yourself in that gorgeous revealing dress, with your fishnet stockings and 5-inch heels. Red lipstick and sexy bed-hair - I'm a whore.

G is one instance, where if this ever gets too deep, beyond escort-client relationship, if he asks me to quit this life and be only his, I will drop everything in a single heartbeat. Everything.

(Oh gosh, what am I saying? I've only met him TWICE!)

I became an escort, not to look for love, but to market 'love', then laugh at it.

When I first started, I was one heartbreak away from bitter and my heart was numb-cold. Strange how it has thawed tremendously. Even after going stray, I thank God every day for blessing me with safety (oh here comes the waterworks again!) and for softening my heart again, and letting me meet all these kind people (could it be that they are angels in disguise?) who has convinced me that chivalry is not dead. I promised God that I will return to His ways again, just give me some time to get my brains sorted out. God is always close to my heart and in that sense I know He hasn't given up on me too. I just pray that I will be able to return safely to His arms, even after straying far, before it is too late... before anyone gets hurt. Amen.

I think after this I shall go look for X'mas gifts for G and his daughters....

xoxo.
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To cease becoming competitive means to be comfortable in your own niche

- food for thought from a tranny named 'Salma'.

3.32am

A strange feeling swept over me and I suddenly thought of this song that I used to love back when I was in poly. Automatic, by Utada Hikaru. Now when was the last time you heard that song! 10 years ago?

Maybe cos I was browsing the STGCC site and trying to figure out how to purchase the tix.



STGCC - Singapore Toy, Games & Comic Convention. I'm really looking forward to meet Simone Legno ... can't wait!!!!!!! And I better hold on tight to my hard-earned dollars cos the temptations might be fatal. I might just end up spending my entire year's savings on him :P

Remember that guy I told you I was going to meet yesterday, hey turns out that he's a long-time fan. He said he's been following my developments and I remembered him emailing me back in June. He was telling me about how he loved my pictures and which was his favourites and how he was so nervous about finally meeting me in the flesh.

I simply blushed beyond words and was actually even more surprised that he is rather good looking. From his physical descriptions, I was preparing myself to meet an older looking guy, probably half-bald, short, tired and weary, but hey - escorting is definitely like a box of chocolates... ( I'll let you finish the sentence).

Funny thing was, almost towards the end when we were kissing, he told me that his mind was wandering... he suddenly got reminded of his wife, who was away on business, which I thought was really sweet. I honestly feel that spouses really shouldn't feel threatened by 'us' cos we might end up strengthening your marriage. After this, he's only gonna love you more (guilty conscience) and appreciate you better. So much so that he'll send you away on more holidays, so that he can work harder on strengthening your marriage (with me). *LoL*

Just kidding!... of course I'm just sprouting nonsense. I'm really not interested in forming conclusions about your marriage. Do whatever you want with it. Don't give me too much credit for what's going to happen.

One more thing I realised was - I am NOT attracted to handsome/ good-looking guys!!!

What the hell is wrong with me?

I mean, they might be eye-candy but I tend to gravitate towards the ones with personality. Chemistry is key! Come to think about it, most of my ex-boyfriends are rather 'ogre-inspired'. Hmmm...

xoxo
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Exclusive Peek

... to the wildside? Haha.

It is almost a year now since I've crossed over to the 'dark side' and I've recently upgraded myself to a higher, more elite clietele base, which implies aggressive linkage to escort portals.

One very helpful website which I'm signed to has forums and message boards for escorts to interact and communicate. Most importantly, to send out alerts for scammers and time-wasters so that others can beware. Such spirit of sisterhood! I'm definitely pleased to have found this website.



See the message highlighted in the red dotted box about a Prank Caller Alert. These messages are real eye-openers and they remind me not to be naive. If it is too good to be true, it probably is.

Anw, I no longer 'advertise' at the site which I usually post as the client based do not match my new pricing requests. But after signing up with these high-end portals, I'm already fully booked for the week.

Seems like there are more rich people than poor folks afterall. Hah.

xoxo
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Ouch! Bad Review

Not mine though... was browsing through the ads of some Singapore escorts and saw a bad review written about her. Erkss... definitely not good for the reputation. (Note to self: Must never happen)

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If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap


As soon as he let me in, I saw my stash of cash sitting under his car keys. Hmmm, Mercedes. Not bad, I thought. He went back to his chair to sit where he was probably reading while waiting for me to arrive.

This client was a high-profiler and had repeatedly emphasized on discretion. He had booked the 5-star hotel room for the day although he only booked me for a few hours. I sat on the edge of the bed, near his chair to start the ball rolling.

Now this is why I love my job. This client was not only a high-level professional but very intelligent too. Our in-depth conversations was definitely the highlight of the date. I'll not go into the x-rated details cos it only lasted 5 minutes but from our talk, it was as it I had received divine enlightenment.

Randy, the client, was a regular punter, meaning he's a regular player in this field and a big spender. He was actually looking for a sugar baby, to replace his earlier sugar baby who had returned to the States. So he was sharing with me about his misadventures with the girls he 'interviewed' for the 'position' and I had the time of my life laughing and listening to the almost-comedic twists in his dire search.

It was very interesting to finally know what the other naughty girls have been up to and their ridiculous requests, only after meeting a guy for 15 minutes; things like a supplementary credit card, and questions like 'will you leave your wife for me?'. *lol*

Btw, Randy is well married. And he admits that he loves his wife with all his heart and would never hurt her but... ah, there's a but.

He says, "... but a man has needs".

"My wife doesn't know how to take care of me. She loves me very much, but you know how there is a difference between loving someone and taking care of his needs."

"My wife... she's born with a silver spoon in her mouth. But she's become a tai-tai who has become lost in her own world. She has so much potential, you know," he continued.

I still remember those words very vividly when he said them as I laid in his arms after sex which he described as 'its been a long time'.

I asked him why he doesn't engage the girls from agencies since he can very well afford it. He said, he wasn't looking for a professional. Like me. As in, not doing escorting as a full-time profession. He was looking for someone whom he could feel a connection with, not just someone to shag. I then asked him about the girls from the escort agencies, how they look like - are they like super gorgeous goddesses, and why they're so god-damn pricey?

Here's the part that became the ultimate revelation for me.

According to Randy, it is all a hype, if not a scam. And most of the thousand dollar-tagged escorts are supposedly models or some sort of 'celebrity'. He said he refused to get girls from escort agencies because he didn't like it that the agency takes a big slice of the pie when all they do is sit on their asses and it is the girls who are putting themselves on the line of fire. He'd rather pay for an independent, knowing that she gets all that she'd paid for.

We even started a debate on the pros and cons of being with an agency. I was for it and he was against. I said it was better to be with an agency cos they can ensure your safety. Like for example, the agency handle the bookings and would then know where the girls will be, incase anything happens. Then Randy rebuts and asks me back, sure but when the client takes you to another room, other than the one that he had earlier informed the agency, how would the agency know? And if anything happens behind closed doors, how would the agency know or even get to the card-accessed elevators in time?

That thought stumped me. Why didn't I ever think of that?

So from that valuable insight, I conclude that to be a 'premium, sought after' escort, you do not neccesarily need to have 'special skills' or look like a star-dusted goddess. I would say that it all boils down to personal branding, identifying your USP (unique selling point) and creating that perceived value around your image. Some say - 'If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap'. It is only the Singaporeans who hunts for the cheap and good. They can go to Geylang then and pick up some durians along the way. I'm definitely not targeting at Singaporeans anw.

Decide whether you want to be a mass-market or niched. I'ld pick the later. When you're niched, you might not appeal to everyone but you will definitely stand out and have a more lasting impression on their memories. I will later share this article I read when I was researching about thoughts on the fleshier girls.

Also identify your target market and shape your image and mannerisms to suit that market. Knowing your target market is very important coz then you would know how to plan your pricing strategy to tie it with your brand positioning.

See. Who said being an independent female escort is easy? Sure it is easy if you want to just sit on your ass and spread your legs and wait for Tom's hairy dick to be shoved into your ragged pussy. It's alot of stiff competition out there with all the PRCs, and Pinoys etc. A classy, high-end escort has not only a refined taste, selective and offers more than just physical satisfaction but can soothe and be the most appreciated companionship a man can ever need, even if its for an hour... or five.

xoxo
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Big gurls RULZ!!!!!

I received this mesage not too long ago and was deeply touched. One thing I would like to clarify once again, is that I am NOT trying to glamorise the life of a social escort, and far from trying to influence people to do what I do... because we're all adults who can make our own decisions and shoulder its consequences.

My blog is simply my outlet to vent some frustrations and share a lil bit of my happiness while I think aloud and try to sort out this identity crisis I have going on in my head.

If in any way I could have any influence, it is to believe in yourself, have self-confidence and embrace our big-ass curves. The world is so big and it is just waiting for you to explore it. Life is more than just going to and fro the office, more that just the Chinese, Malays and Oompa-Loopas. Life is a playground if you know how to play it well.

Thank you, love. And remember what I told ya... believe in yourself! Big gurls RULZ!!!!!
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G.R.I.N.D. (Get Ready It's a New Day)

I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long

I am not too excited about rap and hip hop but lately a few songs have made their way into my mp3 list on repeat-mode. Perhaps its the catchy tunes and for this particular song, I pretty much like the lyrics. But songs aside, I have pretty much cooled down since that upsetting episode last Tuesday.

You see, I'm not like a tyrant, gangster or have any associations with the mafia (though sometimes I wish I do). All I want is to 'share the love' and not to create or bring trouble to anyone. I'm pretty harmless. Unless you step on my toes.

The very next morning, Marcus dropped me an email, teasing me as usual. And I thought to myself - See, I can't let that fugly douchebag belittle me and put me down. I won't dirty my hands by touching him. I'll just let the prossies at Desker Road spit on his face. *ok breathe... breathe...cool down*


Last night I had a wonderful encounter with a Scottish engineer who was travelling on business, putting up at a 5-star. My first Scottish dude. Let's call him, errrm.... Scott.

Scott's booking came in at very short notice. I received his email while having dinner and a few emails later, we sealed the deal and I met him in his room at 9pm, on the dot. This must be the first time that I am punctual.

He was such a gentleman. Older guys usually are. But Scott wasn't like wrinkly or anything. I'ld say - mature. We spent a good 15 minutes talking, getting to know each other and I can't help but grin when listening to him talk. All this while, I thought people have just been exaggerating the Scottish accent. But in fact, that is exactly how they speak. Luckily I could still make out what he was saying in that accent which I found rather endearing.

And sex would naturally feel better when two people feel connected mentally. This guy really knew how to pump me hard! Perhaps Scottish dudes are naturally good lovers? I know the Dutch are.

Scott even gave me some extra on top of my usual rates for my cab fare home (see, that is what real gentleman do!) and being thrifty ol'me, I still took the train home. (No, actually cos I just bought yet another pair of shoes and some lingerie, and would feel bad taking the cab. Heh.)

And this morning, I was greeted with an email from Scott.
All I can say is, if you love your job and good at it, it shows effortlessly.

When I was on my way to meet Scott, I realised one thing. I realised how when I first started, I needed time to mentally prepare myself, play the scenario in my head, before I can go meet a client while still feeling a bit nervous. But these days, I find myself much more relaxed. When a booking comes in, I screen them and if they seem alright, I'ld doll up and when I enter the room, my body just goes into auto-pilot. It's like whatever emotional-baggage is left at the door, and a totally different person goes through that door - sexy, self-confident, submissive but in-control.

Perhaps that is why I still love doing this and somehow never once found it exhausting (except for the occassional down-sides). I guess its almost natural for a Gemini who's known for their dual personality. Actually I find it even more exhausting if I have to be only ONE person. I once thought I had an identity crisis and tried to curb it but always felt like there was another side of me that was screaming to be unleashed.

Perhaps I've finally found myself. Both of them.

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Yea yea yo yo this one's for the people
All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat
Shit believe the thought we're all equal

Ain't a man on God's green be underneath any other

I don't wanna play preacher
But but I swear they turn their ear when we talk about peace and love
Sometimes might need a hug yea we all wanna come on up above
But this ain't about Jesus, no way, no Abe, no Ike, Moses or Mohammed

Yea it's all about believing, full steam ahead
Because I know the worst times are behind me
I don't wanna sound cheesy but but but I just a really mean it eh eh yea
I'm tellin' I can feel it eh eh it's the reason I was sleep

I be way too geek tonight
This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get

But this is all I need, so sing this song with me
It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

Chorus:
IIIII, I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long
(go [6X] )
IIIII, I've been on my grind

I can only grind for so long
 Bout time to change a few things

We enslaved to the bank and we only wanna buy new shoes
The way that we think
We can do anything that we really wanna put our minds too

The American dream, the dream is a pyramid scheme, scheme
And it feels outta reach when it's hard and times are tough
But change starts with us yep, yep
We all want freedom yea to be who we be

I don't wanna be afraid when I speak to say what I'm feeling
Yea together we're strong but divided never been so weak
It's time we get even, yea yea, and really what I mean is, is, is
This change I can feel it, yea yea, Mr. President I think it's all gonna be O.K.

This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get
But this is all I need, so sing this song with me

It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

(Chorus)

So it's not about fame, and fortune
It's about believing and believing in yourself
And understanding that this life is life
It's liberty and the pursuit of happiness
And happiness isn't about getting what you want all the time
It's about loving what you have
So get ready it's a new day


(Chorus)


:: Asher Roth ::






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Stairway to Heaven?

Received a last minute call from Pattzy which I was more than happy to entertain. Luckily I was in the midst of getting ready to go out. No idea where I wanted to go but I just had to get out of the house cos the atmosphere was just depressing. That was when my secret phone beeped and it was a text message from Pattzy. *Yippeee* Purrrfect timing!!! I promised him to be there by 9pm.

But this time round, the fun was more of the mad dash to primp myself up before meeting Pattz.

7.45pm Left my flat. Dialled the STRIP hotline to book an appointment for a Brazillian wax. Luckily they had a slot available at one the joints along Orchard at 8pm. Five minutes later I got a cab and he raced to my destination. As much as I was in a hurry, I also wanted to arrive in one piece. It was the first time that I had a taxi driver driving at 120km/h on Singapore street. Serious. It was almost terrifying when he slided inbetween cars and motorcycles on a congested Friday night traffic.

8.05pm Thanks to the F1 taxi driver, I reached my destination in a record time of 15min! After a frantic search for the new STRIP outlet at this relatively new mall, I was 15mins late for my waxing appt, and was unfortunate enough to get an overly friendly therapist as we chatted about mooncakes as she pruned my bush. I kept glancing at my watch yet she didnt seem to take the hint. Reason I was such in a hurry was cos I still had to get my hair done and to grab a new top from Dorothy (Perkins). Which means I'll have to sprint along the Orchard strip for the different pit stops.

8.45pm Waxing. Checked. Now which salon in this area would still be open? Most of the shops in the mall were already closed when I saw a salon that was just about to wrap up. I approached them and semi-begged them for a quick wash & blow. It was a rather posh/ high-end salon but I'ld rather pay a bit more than meet a client with oily, flat hair. So as I sat in the uber posh salon with really nice dim lighting and classy ambience and mirrors all around, the stylist helped me put on a gold colour silk robe to protect my clothes.

A robe? Phoah. That's a first. I think the robe was more expensive that the top I had on which I got at the MNG sale. Fuck. I wonder how much the bill is gonna be. But after about half and hour, the result of the wash & blow was only so-so, cos I've gotten better results (tip: 'The Scene' at L3 Wisma Atria does a mean, fantastic wash & blow) for the same price. Luckily it didn't cost me more than 50 bucks.

9.30pm As I ran along Orchard Rd, I text Pattz saying I'll be there by 10 :P When I got to the Dorothy store (thank goodness its still open), I grabbed the top that I've set my mind on and was out of the store in less than 5 minutes. Ran to the 'ladies' to change and 'morph'... touched up my make up and worked on the smoky-eye effect while in one hand I dialled for a cab. As expected, when I got to the taxi stand, the queue snaked about  a few metres long but my cab was prettily waiting for me. *Sweeeettt* I hate to queue.

10pm Voila! In time for my late appt. The stairway to his apartment welcomed me once again and I walked pass the pool and whispered... I'm back ;)

Stairway to Heaven 
p/s: When I grow up, I wanna stay in a place like this. Wait...... I am grown up :P Maybe when I'm olderrrr. *Never say never*
... Ouh, and what happened with Pattz?.. The usual. Heavennnn....

Previously with Pattz: My 'British Open'

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Just when I'm about to hang my boots and call it quits...

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My British Open




Which is better - To come as a girl, but treated like a whore, or come as a whore but treated like a woman?

As the fluffy pillows embraced my bare skin, I lay awake, staring up at the enchanting chandelier that looks like it originated from a fairytale.

This moment is nothing short of perfect.

"Give me a minute. I just need to check on the golf".

British Open - 1. Whore - 0. I can never win.

Almost guilty for the relapse, I am shamelessly enjoying myself, all sprawled across his plush bed. I know I had vowed to quit, but we had planned to meet since 2 months ago and only found the time to meet last Friday night. Plus, he's a really cute cockney (and I can really use the extra cash).


Now, let's call him 'Pattzy', after Robert Pattz (Pattinson) becos of his lean build and messy but too-cool-to-care hair. 20-something exec. from UK. Works with a bank. Far from repulsive, I'm sure he can have any girl in a club. Lurveeeeeee his super-lux condo apartment!!!

I can be gullible at times but I seriously believed that he worships my body. Then again, I am also delusional. He's the only 20-something guy I know that can appreciate a full-figured woman. I'm guessin that he misses his ex-gf who apparently was also plush, or he simply likes bigger girls.

As his hands slide all over my body, a thought washed over my head. Which is better - To come as a girl, but treated like a whore, or come as a whore but treated as a woman?

I wished the night would go on forever. So much so that Pattzy paid an hour for me but I told him that I'm making exceptions for him and will stay extra time. Obviously he loved me even more for it. We humped like psychotic hyper-active bunnies and he came thrice inside me (with protection of course!)

Oh and did I mention that its his first time engaging the services of an escort? On the couch, he confessed that he was nervous. Then he did the signature RPatz shy-side-smile and made the first move to lean in and kiss me, then stood up, grabbed my hands and led me to his room. I could feel his hands tremble. Awww...

There are a few reasons why it is extra special like never before with Pattzy:...

First round was the usual. I strip of his clothes, he strips me, I get on top of him, he gets lost in my boobs for 5 mins, then I move down south and send him off to paradise with my lips around his cock. (I'm getting a lil bored of this 'routine', need to shuffle this around a bit) As his stiff rod penetrates me deep, it made me arch and moan in ecstasy. Fuck - it felt so good.
Round 1: Pattzy on top. Front

I can't believe the boy was so easily shagged. After Round 1, he was already falling asleep. Can't blame him, he was at work since the break of dawn, finished late and had to entertain clients till late. I was lucky to be able to catch him at home before midnight.

I lay quietly beside him, as my eyes caressed his face with delicate, whispy lust. He's got that scruffy look which I am a sucker for. He's cheeks are rosy, probably from intoxication. He suddenly turned to snuggle and trapped me between sugar-coated reality and a false sense of intimacy.

A few minutes later he slurred from the serene silence.

"I'm so sorry, half of me wants you so bad, another half of me is falling asleep".

He held me tighter and I could feel his sleepy sandworm starting to stiffen again. *Ting ting ting!!!* Here comes round 2...

Before I knew it, he climbed on top of me and started kissing me almost violently. Eh? I thought he was falling asleep? I felt his tongue in my right ear... I've always thought it was gross to do that but this time it totally turned me on.

Then he turned to get me on my knees and fucked me from the back... and it feels like heaven. Not too long after, he came and collapsed on top of me. As he pants heavily but laying really still, I could feel his cock throbing in my garden of eden.

We both fell asleep for a while. No actually on he did. I merely pretended. I can never fall asleep on the job. We cuddled and he held me tightly in his arms. I was more worried about crushing his arms, and getting my makeup on his stark white pillow. Pattzy wrapped his legs around me and I felt like a fluffy, giant bolster. A very happy one.

That was when I quietly prayed that the moment would never end. Yet at the same time it reduced me to a degree of sadness, when I forced myself to remember the very reason I was there. That moment, was all that I have been praying for - a remedy for my weary heart that craves for someone to keep me warm, hold me tight and simply love me for the woman that I am. If only I could extract that moment and frame it up on the wall to remember it forever so that I will never ever feel alone again....

About half and hour later, that's when he sorta woke up again, went for a tinkle and then popped his head by the door to tell me he's got to check on the British Open and left me sprawled alone in bed. While he was away, my curiousity poked me to quietly snoop around his things. I didnt get far. Only managed to inspect his cute boxers that had cute graphic doggie prints. Then I checked my watch to realise that it was past 1am. *tick tock tick tock tick tock*

He wasnt gone for too long. I could hear the tv from the room. And when he switched it off, I curled my body away and pretended to sleep. Pattzy came in and hugged me from behind, kissed my cheeks and ran his finger through my hair. I pretended to wake up, gazed at him with sleep eyes...

"Do you usually sleep with the lights on?" I murmured.

"No. Do you want me to turn it off", and I simply nodded.

In the blinding darkness, he crept back into bed and held me tight from the back. In what other choice of words in my limited grammatical knowledge do I use to express the dire significance of this moment? Just that simple act of creeping into bed in the dark and holding me from behind - it completes me as a woman. I've dreamt of this every night. For my man to hold me from behind. I think they call it 'spooning'?

And as they also say, 'spooning leads to forking'. Thats the most natural thing that can happen (who the hell are 'they' anw? definitely seem to know a lot). I love it that I could feel his cock rubbing against my bare ass and I can feel his toes against mine. The wonderful science and magic of the human touch warms my heart and melts away every last bit of my bitter cold heart of stone. He had his hands around my waist but I purposely made them cup my breast.

All these while being half asleep, every unconscious move like drifting in your dreams. His gentle hands squeezed my tender bossom while I enjoyed being carressed in the arms of the man I've only met a few hours ago. (Ok let's not spoil it yet)

As his royal hornyness reached boiling point, still in spooning position, I spread open my legs so that it goes over his legs and his hands moved down and reached forward to my stroke my already dripping wet pussy as I softly moan. Pattzy took it as a sign of approval and inserted two fingers that made my body jolt.

I reached behind for his cock and realised that it definitely was not asleep. As I stroked his cock, Pattzy then crawled on top of me and fucked my pussy hard. I whimpered and let out soft moans as he humped and I could hear his balls slapping against my pussy. He then turned me over and spanked my ass and damn it feels so good how he spanked me. Pattzy then entered me from behind but my ass wasnt even up so it was more like a flat doggy but it still felt fuckin awesome. He rested his body on top of me while humpin and pumpin till he came and then collapsed on my body to sleep while his drippin cock was still inside... which felt nice and almost romantic. Forgive my whacked sense of romantism.

When he's finally conjured enough energy to go clean up, he went to the bathroom and then came back to collapse beside me as we slept and snuggled some more. As his breathing gets heavier and was fast asleep, I slowly crept out of bed to look for my clothes. I found most of it, except for my panties which he had flung god-knows-where. After I got dressed, I inched close to him and kissed him goodbye but sorta woke him up instead. I told him I was going and we shared our last kiss before I made my way out of his apartment, half wishing that I could just sleep over.

I dragged my heavy eyes to the lobby and tip-toed with my clackers in hand. The condo estate looked spectacular against the moon-lit night and I dipped my toes in the pool just as a way to maybe say... I'll be back ;)
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A Close Encounter With A Prostitute In Las Vegas

An honest and interesting point of view :) :) :)

Nevada is infamous for legalized prostitution. One of a kind in respect to the entire country USA. While at Vegas, i thought of hooking up with a hooker. I want to get a blowjob, and want to carry a girl, and other less speakable things. Along The Strip at night, little cards are handed out to pedestrians. These cards have star-nippled girls and phone numbers printed on them. They seem to be advertisement for prostitutes. After some research, it seems that the ladies and phone numbers on the card only offer erotic dances sort of thing, and that prostitution is actually not legal in Clark County, where Las Vegas is in. This is a dubious fact, and probably not strictly enforced. I mean c'mon, people came from all over the world to Vegas for the sin, and fornication is a grandest sin. It is not likely that magnates or vacationers staying in lush Vegas hotels surrounded by skin shows couldn't get a commercial lay. Though, it is true that one don't see pimps or harlots soliciting tourists along The Strip, nor brothels to be seen in the city. It makes sense. Tourists offended by prostitution won't spoil their vacation by harlots strutting their stuff on the street, while sex seekers can easily find their trading partner unobstructed by rules of conduct of the community. A optimal strategy to suck the blood of tourists on this issue.

I've also found these young things on vegasadultdirectory.com. Life is good. (the urls are all gone).

While doing research on prostitutes, one phenomenon stands out. That there are lots of advertisements from all medias, so many ladies, so many lines of peddling, so many styles... i thought of the economics of competition. I imagine being a successful prostitute ain't as easy even if you are a beauty. One has to find a channel. On one hand, agencies suck huge amount off your bodily work, perhaps 50%, on the other hand, a independent prostitute faces a plethora of problems, among which is advertisement, safety, competition, and so on. I guess life is hard among all professions.

At the end, i called up about 3 numbers. One of them is from a porn ad mag. On her ad, she said she is a “Western doll” who speaks Chinese. From the photo, she might be a Eurasian. I thought Eurasians are sexy and exotic and that since she had interest in Chinese that might make me feel welcome as a first timer, so i called her. She is really friendly, told me that it is $185 for 1 hour dance stuff, and she also does few “other things”. I tried to ask what things exactly, she asked me how much i'm willing to spend. Based on my research and infinite general knowledge, i think that it can go from anywhere $200 to $400 and up, depending on the negotiation. Wanting to sound confident and savvy and not cheap, i blurted out “...about $300 to $400”, and she said easily “yes”, implying that is sufficient to “do it” without being explicit. I thanked her and told her i will call her back, wanting to sample the situation a bit.

Sex ads printed on little cards are handed out by mostly Latinos and some blacks to tourist pedestrians on the main street after dark. If one accepts every card handed out on every block, one can collect up to 40 unique cards in a day.

Another i called is from the card handed out from the street. I don't recall the details, but she plainly told me she only does dance. (I don't think this is true for all card ladies. In this type of business, “negotiation” is a big thing.)

Another i called is a brunette Jane i found in vegasadultdirectory.com. I've always wanted to fuck a blonde, but somehow blondes can be intimidating to me. At the end it is Jane who knocked my hotel door. I called her at 8 pm. Told her to come at 9 pm. Because of nervousness, i went downstairs to a nearby casino Boulders and gambled a hundred or so, and had a drink of the delicious Pina Colada. In some 30 minutes of wandering i won 2 hundred or so. That emboldened me. I called Jane and told her to come at 9:30 pm instead because i might be late.

(Jane's web site image of herself as of 2003-10-25: Jane 1 Jane 2. And here's her image from her website around 2003-11, which is how she actually looked when she came to my room: Jane 3, Jane 4)

Jane knocked my door on time. Indeed, she is a college girl. She's been doing this for 8 months. She is a brunette, brown eyes. About perhaps 160 cm. Sweet. Non-imposing, and quite friendly. Basically more or less like a girl you would meet in college. She is getting a degree for accounting or education. She is studying thru online programs. She told me DeVrie. She said she'll be 21 tomorrow. We talked a bit, for perhaps 5 minutes, then went to my hotel bedroom. She got totally naked, i had my shorts on in the beginning. We talked a bit more. She has a tummy, seems like pregnancy, but i don't want to be rude and ask. She is sweet and honest. Told me she sleeps with about 5 persons a week. (might be exaggerated) Has some regular clients.

Her cell phone rang at least 3 times in the beginning, and she had picked up twice, but it always interrupted us. Once it was her bodyguard or such, calling to make sure this outing is alright as a routine process i guess.

I've also asked her if she is afraid of venereal deceases, and she said she always use a condom and has a check up every month and now twice a month. She said she doesn't do anal regardless of pay. She is not an athletic type. I asked her to sit on me and later stand on the table for my photographing, and she didn't do them. She also doesn't do pissing, even by herself.

In the beginning i gave her $300 as we agreed. Later i asked if i can take photos of her and she declined at first. After some cajoling with $50 offer, she agreed. Near the end, i thought i ran out of time and i wanted to extend some 10 or 15 minutes, and offered her another $50. Then i only have $100 bills, so i gave her that and she kinda wanted to take it all but just returned me $20. All in all, she got $430 out of barely 1 hour's time.

This encounter was a happy encounter. It was a eye-opener for me, and she got much more money than normally would with little service. From this experience, i learned that normal prostitution is really a mundane affair, nothing like one'd thought from watching movies. Basically, it's just a college girl or otherwise female who don't mind fucking for a living, and she just does. The way to do it depends, just like how one'd find jobs in other fields. Prostitution isn't a god-send or money-tree or a wondrous speciality nor is it particularly abused or victimized. Sure, few hundred dollars for one hour is quite good for a non-professional, but quite a few things offset it. On one hand, agencies suck money out of you, just like anything in real world. Being independent faces lots of problems, among which is advertising and security. And, i learned that there are serious competition, which ultimately drives income down. (she has told me that there are people on the street who would fuck for $100 bucks.) The “clients” most likely are the most abominable type of guys that one would find aversive. My wild guess is that the majority of prostitute visitors are first timers or so, and many of these guys may not treat the prostitute very well due to ignorance.

Some movies picture high-priced call girls who are well educated, smart, doing the most pleasurable activity in life and makes a lot money. I suppose such exists, but rare. Like in other areas, it takes a smart woman who can be high-up in other walks of life just as well.

(Note: Names are not actual, for privacy reasons.)

Extracted from http://xahlee.org/Periodic_dosage_dir/las_vegas/20031015_copulate.html
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