Well paid risks?

No matter how much the media and books talk about, people still put themselves in risk!

Since I was very little that everyone talks about AIDS and so many other diseases.

However since I started working within the sex industry I had so many offers to do bareback that I just lost the track and stopped counting them after the 20th client.

I find ridiculously rude to get offered more money for unprotected sex, also because if someone attempt to do it, certainly it is a common practise for then!.

Besides that, by offering money to a male worker performs sex without a condom you are clearly saying that you really believe that he is stupid or already positive, and both assumptions are not nice at all.

A client yesterday, whom I’ve never met before until we get together at his hotel, asked me for a bareback even before I take my clothes off.

- I have my tests done regularly, I am clean! – He guaranteed as sure as a state agent selling a house. And in both cases, clients and people selling houses, you know that they are lying to get away.
- Good for you.
- It is true, believe me! – the client insisted raising the money offer, what is always tempting, I must say..
- I didn’t say it wasn’t true, but I don’t do bareback, I am sorry. Also, how would you know that I am clean, then?
- Escorts are more careful with sex than the average gay guy. I don’t know a lot of them actually offering this extra service. . .
- That is true. Probably because it is not a service: it is an unnecessary risk, I am afraid.

He wasn’t terribly happy to have his offer turned down and after 45 minutes fucking, with condom of course, he said I wasn’t as good as he was expecting me to be.

Given the fact I am Latin and young he was expecting much more action!

More action?

I suppose he said that because the issue we had at the beginning. The true is: after trying so many different positions in bed and also tried a chair in the bedroom, I am sure that on top of that the only thing left was to be able to fly! – but I cannot fly!

It was a relief to finish with that guy, although I had worst clients to date, it is always so tiring to have people putting you off! I never get used to those ones!

After the hotel I bought a big chocolate bar – this is my secret to get back the energy spent working in bed and to be ready to the next round of sex: I eat chocolate!

Luckily the next client, within a couple of hours, would be Mr. Preston, a rather than nice guy living in a tiny studio, just off Battersea.

Last time I went there, we had a neighbour knocking the door to complain about the noise!
(To be continued)