Bad and good ones

At least London is not so cold this week. Last week I thought that I would turn up at my client’s houses with my ass frozen! I had to put so many layers of clothes on that I was taking almost five minutes extra to get naked for work.

I know it seems nothing but, for those ones paying by hour it means almost 10 per cent of their time. From the minute I arrive and the client opens the door and pay me in advanced I start counting, no matter if he wants only to talk, have a tea, discuss the weather, start with a slow foreplay, have a massage or get their dicks out and have it sucked straight away.

It is a job. And although I try to be as nice as possible . . . time is money.

Eventually we meet those clients whom we quite would like to extend our time with them and I am not talking about a paid overtime. But those ones are very rare and I do not surrender to my desires because at the end of the day, as I said, it is a business and I don’t get free coffee in Starbucks or get offered free burgers at Mac Donalds so there is no point of starting doing that.

And, of course, there are those ones whom we just want to finish and go – and when the time to stop, get dressed and run way comes they still complain that it was too short and I should stay a bit longer.

I am pretty much flexible in terms of negotiation as long I don’t feel someone is trying to get advantage of me. Lots of clients they genuinely think that they can as escorting doesn’t seems a proper job. Fortunately those are not the majority!

It used to be worst when I first stated but luckily recently my clients really want a good time, nothing more, what is great.

I think the weird ones are more and more using the internet to full fill their crazy fantasies – or maybe there are a new group of escorts on the block offering much more than I do and I am not aware of them.