Źoja, Avgusto 21, 2008

Work was very slow today and it looked as though I stood an actual chance to lose money rather than make it. I did get to catch up on some of the sleep I have been losing since starting with the agency so that was good. But when it looked like I was not going to get any business at all I decided to take matters into my hands and schedule some independent business. There had been a potential client asking for incall services for some time, incall services which I was just not able to provide at that time. But with a hotel room at my disposal I could provide those services and so I dropped him a line and he rushed over as quick as he could. He came over and just as he did I received a text message from Elizabeth which let me know that I had another client arriving in just twenty minutes.

Difficult.

This particular client was an easy enough case however and I managed to get him and out and satisfied in just under the time before my seven-o-clock appointment. He left and I saw the next fellow and then sent him on his way as well, only to have yet another independent client call me thanks to my own advertisement. All told I wound up making four times what I would have made had I just left it to the agents and I think in part that this had to do with their choice to use false photographs in their advertisements. It is one thing to post advertisements using photographs that resemble me but are not me, but some of the photos they are using look like professional modelling photos rather than casual pictures taken by a prostitute. It is no surprise that their business here has been dwindling; the clientelle in this area are not dumb and they know when someone is trying to fool them. But none of that matters as long as I can schedule my own independents in addition to the agency sessions, which I am allowed to do according to the management.

Excellent.

But that is not where the night ends. After making four times what the agency made Elizabeth wound up sending three more calls in my direction. Just as I was about to head out to Buffalo Station for some drinks and naked friends she called to tell me that I had an outcall appointment. That particular appointment went well and I was servicing some kid in his early twenties who was still too young to drink on the legal, walking past the five or so roommates to get to and from his room. But they did not notice me so much, engrossed as they were in their video games. The last appointment was just some earnest fucking and an offer of cocaine which I turned down in the most polite possible, seeing as I quit the shit a couple years back, though I was thankful for the calm of it all.

Because it was the second appointment in the series of three that was the most exciting and also the most intense. The man was a German and like many German stereotypes he was some kind of sadist. Most of the fucking that went on happened in the shower, where he kept the water pouring down on me, while shoving and forcing his way against and inside me in the most brutal fashion which I have experienced thus far. He was definitely building up my resentment and for some reason the appointment had me thinking about concentration camps and other awful things like that. Perhaps it was some latent and unknown but hardwired dislike for the role the Germans played in the near extermination of my Romani heritage during the holocaust, or maybe it was justu old campie porno flicks working their way out of my subconscious. Either way it was an unfair though appropriate comparison to the man. I was so glad when our session was done, so fucking glad to be done with the rock solid but consensual violence which he was so very much into. I was grateful for the shower though, and there was something about being soaking wet in nylon thigh highs that brought out the pistol in me. To be honest it was some of the very best and most exquisite hate sex I have had in a long time. Besides which I looked fucking good. If only there had been cameras.