Savato, Juli 26, 2008 - Martini Barbecue, Part Two

My vacation has been going as well as I had hoped it would. Phoenix was splendid and I am thankful for the chance to see some of my old friends again, and in just a few days I leave for Michigan to entertain some campers with poetics and spoken word. Looking forward to that quite a bit. After that I will be getting back to work and if all goes according to plan I should be starting with an incall agency soon although I am not looking forward to paying out a percentage, especially considering how little they are offering as far as services such as screening and protection are concerned. In the meantime I have decided to start this weblog all over again using a more anonymous account. It is the prudent thing to do.

Thursday night found me feeling rather bored with being back home and having nothing at all to do with my time. I had decided to take this vacation for myself so I could take some time away from the free listings and the sort of clientelle those listings tend to attract but after having even a few days off I found myself wanting to jump right back into things. Idle hands have never been my friends and so I posted another advertisement and waited, and waited, and waited. This naturally reminded me of why it is that I took the vacation in the first place. The city in which I live and work is not all that large - even the residents consider it something more of a large town rather than a small city - so it is very easy to lose the interest of the people who read the free listings. Because it is the same limited pool of clients hiring from the same limited pool of providers. It is even easier if you are like me and you fill a somewhat narrow niche role as far as providers are concerned. It is hard to drum up interest if you are transgendered and have had the infamous surgery and refuse to lie about your status. Not every man is interested in hiring trans women and those who are generally want them to have not undergone the chop like I did about four years ago.

By the time the clock came around to ten in the evening I decided to call shennanigans on the attempt at drumming up business and instead went out to the local stripclub where several of my friends dance. I love that club more than just a little bit and not just because of the beautiful and naked women who work there. It is very unassuming and has the sort of low key atmosphere one would expect from the local community bar rather than the local stripclub. Beyond that the dancers there are all kind people who not only enjoy what they do but also appreciate, or at least understand, what it is that I do. The drinks are not too expensive either, and it is for all these reasons that Buffalo Station is my usual hangout if I have no other sessions in an evening and have the extra time and extra cash to throw down on alcohol and stunning ladies.

Some time had passed since I arrived at the club and as usual there were very few men in the place. I was sitting at the stage chatting about work with one of the newer dancers and made the joke that my work phone was not going to ring until just before midnight, which is the time I said I would stop taking calls. Just as I made the joke however my little white work phone began to go off in my hand. I made my way outside to avoid the loud music of the club and spoke with a gentleman who was travelling out from a neighboring state for some sort of music festival. He asked the usual questions about my build - if my cunnie works the same as that belonging to any other woman, if my breasts are real or if I have implants, all the technicals - and then let me know that he would like to hire me for an overnight once he arrived in town. I let him know that an overnight would be splendid and then he said he would call me once he was in the area. I then returned to the club and had what must of have been one amazing time, seeing as I cannot remember much of it.

Now in my experience whenever a potential client says that he will be the one calling me before a session it almost always means that he is not going to call at all and that he just cannot bring himself to tell me that he is not interested. In this case experience proved itself accurate as usual. Being something of an aggressive whore I decided to send him a text message the next day to see if he was still interested in his overnight. He let me know that he had decided to go with another girl named Maya and I suppose he was at least a little bit apologetic about the whole thing. I was annoyed but wished him an enjoyable evening all the same and spent the next ten minutes staring in the mirror. I always get ready for a session well in advance and I must say that I was looking pretty fantastic in my little black dress, really much more the pretty young thing than I normally am. It seemed a terrible shame to let all that effort go to waste.

Some time ago I had done a few outcall sessions for this wonderful man named Luke and I decided to call him up and ask if he was interested in another session. I do not normally call up my clientelle in order to solicit them. If phone calls are made they are only made so I can give them a gentle reminder that I still exist, that their wallets miss me, and that their beds are oh so cold without me. More often than not a pleasant message commenting on the weather is all that is needed to get them scheduling time with me again. But with Luke things are a bit different. Unlike all but one of my other clients, carpenter Luke is more than aware of his own sexual prowess and sensual nature. It can be difficult to make a recently single man pay for sex when he knows that a quick trip to the local watering hole would secure at least one hard drunken tumble for far less cash. It is even more difficult when he is something of a dead ringer for James Bond as played by Daniel Craig and possesses the sort of awkard charm and confidence that brands a man like him as a lady killer.

He responded to my probe to let me know that he was at home enjoying a vodka martini, and to ask if I was only interested in making some quick cash or if I was also interested in him as an actual person. Clients get that way sometimes and I was there once myself as well, though I do not make money by caving in to that particular set of insecurities. But then again I do not make friends that way either and he had just asked exactly the right question at exactly the right time. I weighed all my possible answers for a good couple minutes before finally giving him the honest answer. I told him that I was looking for cash and that I was also looking for good company and that good company was more valuable to me in that moment. Like a very bad hooker who has watched too much Pretty Woman I pretty much threw myself at him and told him that I would take the pleasure of his company if he was not able to afford my services. He told me that he would make dinner and I told him that I would bring the absinthe and then we both established that this meeting would be all platonic and that there would be no sweat inducing business involved at all, that this was just two people having dinner together in order to get to know one another as potential friends. We hung up our phones and as I untied my hair in the mirror I was left wondering if that vodka martini of his had been shaken, not stirred.