#6

So I had a friend start with me, at my place of work. She's been doing this for about 6 months, but work had declined where she is, and they had put on more girls. Go figure.

So she came to test a night with me. It was a weird night. Very quiet. We met up for coffee and chats beforehand, and got there about 9. I had to head in early. The power went out at my place and I didn't have any lighting to do hair/make up. I was just glad I'd had a shower and shaved already.

I did a few intros, but it was tough to connect with the clients. They stared at the wall, or the floor, or the porn. Wouldn't shake hands and wouldn't chat. I wouldn't be surprised if half of them ended up walking.

Then boom, an hour and a half before we are due to go, I get a half hour booking, my friend gets an hour, and the girl sharing our lounge got a booking too. All chatty, eager guys. No drunks, no coked out faces.

The first guy was a nice guy, but stupid. Very, very stupid. He wanted to go bareback, and I adamantly said it was the only thing I would not do. He offered to come back and book me for an hour, but I refused. I said it wasn't worth the risk. He pulled the condom off and stuck it back in to finish.

I was cruel to him. Very cold, beyond bitchy. An ice queen. I didn't yell, I didn't scream. But I left him in no doubt of exactly how I felt. I told him he had put my health at risk. And it was as if I'd hit him in the guts. Stupid man. He didn't even think of the consequences of bareback fucking. And it really stuck him that he'd put someone else at risk like that.

He showered and left immediately. As I escorted him out, it was obvious to management that something was up. I was flushed and tight lipped, and he was ashamed and furtive. As soon as the door was shut I told them what happened, and asked what I should do. That was the only point where I felt like tears. Management were really good. The receptionist remarked 'Oh, that's why he rushed out of here'. The manager (who I thought was ok, but wasn't 100% sure of), was fine. He asked if I was on the pill (I am) and said that if he had anything, I was already exposed to it. I had already cleaned out what I could, and he said that was the best thing to do. Get tested, and if I get anything, get treated.

I should mention here that we pride ourselves on providing excellent customer service. From the moment a guy walks in the door, to the moment he leaves, he is our world. So for me, a new, inexperienced girl, to treat this guy like utter crap and be supported for it, makes me really respect the management even more.

So I head up, and change the sheets and clean the room. Cursing and swearing the whole while. As I'm about to leave with the dirty sheets, the your-times-almost-up buzzer went off. That's how quick I had gotten that guy out of there.

As I dropped the sheets into the laundry, the buzzer went off for three more intros. I was already in the vicinity, so I was first. I stopped at the curtain. I was still shaking with anger. I took a deep breath... and just let it go. Shit happens. And I stepped through the curtain and met one of the best lovers I have ever had in my life.

I had him for an hour. We chatted. He was sweet. My knees were still shaking after I'd gotten dressed. He was fingering me so hard, but it felt great. At work I don't like getting it hard, because it limits me for the next guy, but I couldn't bring myself to ask him to stop. We fucked for a bit and he was just covered in my come. He loved it. I am very certain he'll be a repeat business for me. I hope he is.

And again, straight after that. 5 minutes to knock off time. Dropping the sheets into the laundry. One more intro before I go. I'm in a good mood, and I step through the curtain and meet one of the most fun fucks I've ever had.

Had him for an hour too. He was very sweet as well. He wanted me for the 'passionate' experience. Lots of kissing, and touching. I gave him the best head I think I ever have, and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Before I left I said to the receptionist that I am really proud of myself. Of the way I handled that mishap earlier. How I didn't let it get to me. And because of that, I had two guys that made me feel like I was floating when I left.

I feel like, after tonight, I am a stronger person, happier and more secure within myself.

#5

Gents (and I use that term loosely), if you rock up to a brothel so drunk you can barely keep your eyes open, with puke on your shirt, the ladies will judge your sorry ass.

You have been warned.

#4

So its been a while since I posted. Bad SS. Bad. I think I deserve a spanking.

I didn't work last week. My mother was in town. I finally told her what I do, so she's decided to pay an impromptu visit. Cue a 3 day long guilt trip where she treated me like, well, a whore. Of all the people I've met doing this, she has treated me the worst. Does it say much that the people who are active in my life, that I've told, are completely unfazed by this venture?

In other news, I have a friend starting at my workplace tomorrow night. She's been doing this longer than me, but is looking to try out new places. I'm muchly excited.

Tootles.