I find that the SWs who say they’re earning a zillion dollars a night just for drinking champagne in a hot-tub with some executive are either a)lying, or b)so morally conflicted about being a sex worker that they have to justify it by claiming they earn astronomical amounts of money.
Trust me, even the uber-exy high end girls are more frugal than you’d think - because they KNOW that for every bumper week, the next one might be a dud.
I think you’re one hundred percent right about the lying/rationalizing thing.
Do you ever read the posts SBs write about how some rich guy stopped them in the mall to give them $1000 and his phone number, or something equally unlikely? I always think, ‘you’re lying, but WHY?’. The admiration of other sexworkers is not a viable currency. If you have to tell tall tales just to feel successful and accepted, why are you in this lifestyle?
Monster is the worst guard dog. Every time clients are over, he’s like, “who’s the new friend? Hi, friend! Are you going to be my new daddy? Touch my stomach; you’ll find it very warm and inviting!”
do you guys do Incalls in your personal apartment??
I do to, I thought I was the only crazy one lol
You’re not crazy! I got tired of paying $2000+ a month for hotels and scrambling to get clean sheets and towels, and worrying about my hotel working in collusion with the law. Clients seem really enchanted to actually be in a provider’s home, like they’re one step closer to being my boyfriend or something.
I just had a client who looked and sounded like an ogre, or some sort of World of Warcraft race where people have no necks. He was maybe 6’5, shaped like a rectangle, no hair on his head but hair everywhere else, and he spoke in grunts and growls. His cock was roughly the dimensions of a baseball…
So basically he was an Orc??
Yes, but but he was regular-human-people colored, and didn’t have tusks. Close, though!
I just had a client who looked and sounded like an ogre, or some sort of World of Warcraft race where people have no necks. He was maybe 6’5, shaped like a rectangle, no hair on his head but hair everywhere else, and he spoke in grunts and growls. His cock was roughly the dimensions of a baseball bat. He had the biggest, most callused hands I’ve ever encountered. Strangely, I was kind of into it- like, have YOU ever fucked a mythological creature? I have. That’s one more box checked off on my list.
Also, can I just now tell you how great escorting is? I was sick for a week, and couldn’t work. The week before that, I was just lazy. Then rent was due, and bills, so I took a few clients, made $1200 in two days, and can relax. I don’t think I could ever go back to retail or unskilled labor. If my future daughter was like, ‘I wanna be a hooker!’ I’d be like, no, you have to work at a mall kiosk for six months so you can properly appreciate how nice hooking is.