Źoja, Avgusto 14, 2008

Tomorrow is the day when I am supposed to begin working with this new agent. Maybe that means today since it is early in the morning right now. I was not all that confident that I would be able to start with them so early since I did not have the money to afford my own hotel room to use as an incall location and so I went ahead and posted an advertisement on the free listings in order to rouse up the cash that I needed. Instead of the usual pictures I wound up using some much classier pictures that only showed me above the shoulders. They worked well enough for me that I now believe in the common wisdom that the less a hooker shows the more she makes. I landed myself a real good investment banker type person named Orson who was much more fun than I expected.

I showed up at his place after getting lost for a little while and the first thing that we did was watch the our Olympic swimmer break yet another world record. He was very earnest in his appreciation of the sport and it was this earnestness which endeared me to him. It also helped that he gave me a beer as soon as I walked in the door, because although I never drink on the job I do enjoy a decent beer and it is not like I cannot hold one beer. After all I outdrink frat boys and bro-dudes on the regular when it comes to jaegermeister and far harder drinks than beer. In any case he and I watched the Olympics and then retired to his bedroom where the usual activities were indulged. Some oral give and take started the evening and then turned into a good hard fuck, though he was having some difficulties when it came to climaxing. He expressed that it had nothing to do with me and that it was a common problem for him so of course I had to treat the entire situation like some kind of challenge.

In response to said challenge I snapped on a latex-free nitrile glove, wet my lips, and went to town. By the time we were done Orson was laughing and giggling and he seemed altogether shocked by the outcome. It always feels nice when I get to rock the world of a pleasant person who might otherwise have gone unsatisfied, even more pleasant when said satisfaction comes as a complete surprise to said client. After we were done we discussed the economics of the business and its relationship to the local economy for awhile before calling it an evening. I took my money and wished him a great night before getting into my car and heading toward Buffalo Station for an evening with those friends of mine who happened to be dancing that night. I counted my bills while driving only to find that he had given me nine bills instead of the ten to which I am accustomed. This had me a little nervous until I pulled over to find out that two of the bills were much larger than I had anticipated and that, rather than stiffing me, dear Orson had given me a considerable and unexpected tip. I love when things go well.