Luja, Septembro 29, 2008

The last three weeks have been just full of it, and I have not written here in part because there was nothing worth writing about. At least nothing that felt compelling in the moment. I am amazing at procrastination and I accept this about myself. I wish that I could write something glorious but instead I am afraid that most of it is either awful or boring, and very much lacking in glamour. Not that I have ever possessed much in the way of glamour, of course. I guess I could write about hanging out with Annica during her twenty first birthday bash but that will have to wait, as I do not want to relive the drunken nightmare just yet. In any case allow me to summarize the last three weeks with as much brevity as possible. Writing here while on the hotel computer is a little unnerving for one reason or another, too many people lurking around:

The first week was awful. It was the week when the market crashed and I saw just one client the entire time. Despite this I kept hoping that business would improve and I would at least break even for my hotel costs so I kept on purchasing hotel rooms throughout the week, unaware of the smackdown that had been laid upon our failing economic system. If it had been something that I had been aware of then I would not have worked at all during the week and, as it turns out, in the end I wound up being one of three girls employed by the agency worldwide who attempted work that week. The other two were in Malaysia and Philadelphia and I guess neither of them made anymore than I did. So instead of taking the week off and getting some much needed personal time I stewed in my own juices and blamed my lack of business on an awful review that a spiteful asshole decided to write for reasons I will not get into. Here is the review, though heaven knows why I want to memorialize it:

Daisy Loveless (AKA Deanne) is a youngish intellect. A grungy chick with plenty of tattoos and a little bit of leather and stockings. Attitude, the best part of the service. Definitely willing to please. Also nicely talkative and interesting and friendly. Appearance, not very good. Could definitely have been cleaner to start with... the grunge definitely had a sweaty smell. But maybe that's what a true GFE is supposed to be like? The photos she has are sufficiently vague, but are a bit on the misleading side. Atmosphere - a little on the seedy side - yes, just a hotel room, which can't be changed. But with a pot of some stale coffee filling the air, bed not made, etc. Although this was billed to be "GFE", I like my girlfriends to be nice and clean, take care of themselves, etc, a bit more than what I walked into there.

Snarksome bastard. Not only had I showered and removed any scent from my person but I know for a fact that the bed had been made, the coffee was fresh, and the hotel was very much not seedy at all. Which is why I hate when clients are both young and attractive at this point. More often than not they walk in with some serious attitude problems and the expectation that the woman they will be working with should be some sort of international super model because they deserve nothing less, or something along those lines. He even had the nerve to claim that the photograph was not me even though the tattoos very much show that it is. Oh well, time to stop dwelling on the past. Although he did at least compliment my attitude well enough that I do not think business is failing because of his lies.

LIES!

Alright so there were a few times when I could have maybe worn a stronger scent, but beyond that there is not all that much that could be said. Not when the pay scale in this town is so modest. I was clean, more than polite and more than enthusiastic, and he left with quite a large smile on his face. I just wish that all the lovestruck guys who keep coming back for more would make good on their promises to write some positive reviews. It should be obvious that I care way too much about my reputation. If ever my theater training taught me anything it is that it is always best to ignore the reviews.

The second week saw significant improvement in business though getting off the ground was difficult. I lost several hundred dollars during the prior week and did not have enough cash to cover the cost of hotel rooms. I attempted outcalls on Monday in order to make up the cash (it is the easiest way) but there were no bites. Fortunately for me Elizabeth managed to wrangle one call into an agreement that worked out well. He would meet me in the parking lot of the hotel where I would take the payment in advance, purchase the room, then invite him up once everything was in place. This client had never seen me before and I was glad that he gave me the benefit of the doubt because once his pay date was done and the room was mine business picked up once again and I made up most of what I had lost. Beyond that it was not such a spectacular week though.

Which brings me up to last week, the worst week for clients that I have ever seen. It seemed like each and every single one of the men who decided to pay me a visit had never heard of basic human hygeine and were more than a little bit terrified of a much appreciated invention called soap. The parade of filth reached a climax when I saw one "gentleman" who not only possessed such a rank odour that I almost regurgitated my lunch right there on the spot (and on him) but who also possessed large wartlike skin growths (not warts though, just overgrown skin tags) between his thighs, mysterious scabs on his shin and back, and an attitude to match. I did my best with what little peace of mind the latex could provide but in the end I just could not do it. His monstrous size and obvious lack of health and hygiene did me in. I tried! I gave it the most valiant effort I could give! But despite what I consider my super powers I had faced my kryptonite - gross man smell - and so I let him jerk himself off before shuffling him unceremoniously out of the hotel. After he left I called up Elizabeth and told her that I never wanted to see him again and that he had been even worse than the man who had stiffed me fourty dollars after stealing my underwear the day before. Fortunate for me was the fact that despite all the hassles I raked in some serious bank.