#10

Wow. 10 posts already.

I'm going to share with you the last night I worked. I had 2 clients. As different as chalk and cheese. My first black man. A lovely chap from Jamaica. He was tall, and so muscly. Rock hard body but not like a gym junkie. Its just how he naturally was. And sooo skinny. Its like I could see each individual muscle in his body.

He was truly lovely. told me her preferred women with a bit of meat on their bones. But the girl he'd seen previously was the tiniest one there. For him, he picked the girls because of who they were.

Clients like that are really special to have.

He was lovely, and respectful. Gave me extra because I wouldn't charge for letting him go down on me. Fucked me silly, cuddled and kissed a lot. Showed me pictures on his phone and chatted to me. Right before he had to go, he got hard again. He couldn't extend, and it was a shame to waste such a lovely cock.

I am always amazed at the contrast between the boys you get in one night. My next client was an islander.

Where the first boy picked me because he wanted to spend time with me, the next picked me because he thought I was an inexperienced push over.

He was the The Annoying Asshole.

First thing... a negative comment about my body. He wanted anal. I didn't want to do it. He offered to pay. I wasn't interested. He wanted to know why. I just wasn't. He wanted my phone number. I didn't want to give it to him. He whinged that I didn't really like him. I explained it was a safety thing. He wanted me to come over to his place. And then whinged when I declined that too. He fucked me in about 4 or 5 positions. For about 10 seconds for each position. Then complained that I didn't cum in each position. He asked if I wanted rough sex, which I did. So he tipped me on my head, stood above me, nearly broke my neck for 30 seconds, came, jumped off the bed, had a head spin, hit the shower and left.

I had the room cleaned up and was asleep on the floor of the waiting room before the 5 minute warning buzzer went off.

#9

Oh Damn. I (finally) have time to post. Sorry for the delay. I've been thoroughly enjoying my second job. But I've had to take a few days off from both jobs.

I have a throat abcess. The doctor says I can't even eat toast, let alone shove a big cock down there.

I'll draft up a few posts in the next few days and get them out. But for now... its a big cup of slightly warm green tea.

Tootles.

#8

Last night was very odd. The weather was miserable. I slept quite a bit and had no sex. Boo to that. Funny, after I killed it last week.

I was supposed to meet up with some girls from the day job, for a girly day (manis, pedis, cocktails and movies), but they piked, so I went home and slept instead.

Since I have nothing to report on last night, instead I choose to tell you about how I transform from confidently pudgy girl next door to slammin, curvy nympho, and back again.

It starts on the Friday. A killer gym session, followed by a quick facial hair management scheme. One week I delapidate the mo', the next I pluck my eyebrows to within an inch of their sexy, shapely lives. I know, sexy much? But it seems that both take 2 weeks to resprout, so I do them on alternate weeks and give them a tidy up where necessary. Also, on Friday's, I tend to give my nails a touch up. If needed, I'll head to the manicure place to get my cuticles tended to on a Saturday. And grab a latte on the way.

Saturday I sleep as late as I can. Usually surfacing about 1pm. Have a light breakfast, with latte, then chill out. I make sure my bag is pretty much packed with my outfit, fruit and soup, and that I have enough condoms. Then I head to the bathroom late arvo, where I instert contacts, take care of the bikini fuzz, apply a toning facial mask, and shave my legs and armpits. I hit the shower and use a body scrub, working it in throughly to give me soft, supple skin. Finally, just before I step out, I rub a little conditioner through my hair.

Then all over body moisturising. Massaging it in thoroughly. Usually by this time, I crack open a can of sugar feee V, cuz I don't like evil carbs and sugarfree red bull tastes like guarana'd ass.

Then crank up the music and being the dancing process, while selecting my underwear. My hair is pretty simple. It has natural wave, so I simply enhance the curl. Then dress in jeans and a t shirt, last check on facebook, and I'm out the door.

I do my make up when I get to work, either smoky eyes and 50's red lipstick, or soft peachy lips with green/blue eyes. I don my outfit, pull on my stay up fishnets, and zip on my killer, mega sexy, BDSM inspired platform heels. Yeah. If you want to lick shoes, those are the ones you should get hard over.

Then I fuck the night away.

When I'm done, I take off my make up, get back into my jeans and tee, and put my hair up in a pony tail. And head home. Immediately. I set my alarm when I get on the train, curl up around my bag (which has my bulging wallet in it), and sleep. I have breakfast when I get off the train. At the moment I'm into hot, egg based brekkies. I know, eggs = bad, but I've just done a killer work out and I've earned those poached eggs, mmmkay?

Then home, for the hottest shower I can stand. I don't care if I've had 10 showers that night, this is the one that counts. I scrub my face, especially around my eyes, use the scrub on my body again, and wash my hair. It usually takes about 20 minutes under the water. I come out looking like a prune. But red, not black. And I'm back to wearing glasses.

Then all clothes go into the laundry. Including the towel I use to dry myself. Complete separation from work. I take half a sleeping tablet, collect the cat, and crawl into bed. I relish the feel of my sheets against my skin, and then I drift off until about 1 or 2.

I get up and chill through the last few waking hours of Sunday. If its been a good night I'll go shoe/DVD shopping. And obviously bank my earnings. By this time I'm well and truly back to being glammed up, pudgy girl next door. With a secret smile on her face.

#7

I killed it last night at work. Absolutely smashed it. Previously, my best had been 3 bookings and $450 with extras. And I was quite happy with that. Last night I had a new outfit and was really in the mental zone. I think I had 7 bookings. I lost count. And $875, no extras. Only 2 bookings were minimum time. My 9 hour shift extened out to 11 1/2 hours. Yesterday, I was wondering how I was going to pay my car rego. Problem solved.

There were a few interesting moments. My first client just wanted some intimacy and relaxation. I gave him a back massage for an hour and we talked about work, books and movies. First date conversation.

Another client was drop dead fucking gorgeous. Young. Tattoos. Surfie. Blue eyes. Blonde Hair. Beautiful hard cock. He was a pe teacher and we had a good laugh at how he's the one the girls have a crush on. When I walked him out, I turned to the receptionist, rolled my eyes and fanned my face. A comment was made 'He seemed like a very sweet young man.' My reply 'Oh, yes. He Was.' Note the italics. It was all emphasis.

Highlight of the night: Two very cute young boys came in looking for a threesome. No holds barred. 'He's my best mate and we're cool with each other'. I wanted it. But I'm glad I didn't get it. Turns out one of the boys was bi and was getting a bit friendly with the straight one. He ran out halfway through the session.

I don't think they're best mates anymore.

#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.