When you work as an escort, you meet all different types of men. If you think about it…what type of man pays to have sex with someone? In my experience, I found that they fell into many different categories.
The Travelers…these men logged more miles in the sky than a Blue Angel. They were away from the drudgery of their day-to-day lives for extended periods of time. Travelers commonly worked in sales or management. They were usually bold in their requests and most of them tipped well, as their expense accounts were as big as their egos. A typical evening would begin with conversation and would quickly morph into…”I want you on your knees, sucking my cock. Look me in the eyes while you do it.” I like a person who knows what they want…
The Nervous Novices…it took every ounce of nerve for them to make the call to the agency. They don’t really know how to express what they want. Most of these men are wounded by society, past relationships or their own pitiful opinion of themselves. For me, these were some of the most challenging clients to predict. I recall having dinner with a very shy young man who just wanted someone to talk to. He told me about his life with abusive parents. He needed someone to listen. Another client only wanted me to hold him…him fully dressed, me completely nude. Another one didn’t know how to ask for anything other than missionary style sex. So I finally asked him…”is this what you really want, or is there something you’re not sharing with me. Tell me how you want to fuck me and we can make that happen, this is your hour.” He was a nervous wreck, but turns out…all he wanted was for me to straddle his face while he licked me. And if memory serves…for a nervous novice…he was pretty damned good at eating pussy.
The Hedonists….I only had a few of these creatures. But it was party all the time for this group. Mostly middle-aged and wealthy, these gentlemen liked having instant gratification. For me, these were usually house (mansion) calls. They wanted to display their opulent lifestyle and decadent ways to those of us hired to serve them. They wanted to have whatever they desired…they wanted it brought to them, immediately….they wanted lots of it….and afterwards, it was time for the next plaything to arrive. I recall making a visit to one of these hedonists, seeing 3 other working girls leave with wads of cash in hand…as I was arriving. And as I left, another escort drove up. There was nothing remarkable or memorable about the visits…other than their impressive Rolex collection, or the imported marble in the bathroom. But the return on investment for the minimum time and effort…was always spot on.
The Weirdos, The Creeps and The Rejects…These are the ones I hoped I’d forget. These are the unfortunates out there who HAVE to pay for sex. There is no other option. The weirdos usually request off-the-wall things. I had one who wanted me to cry when he fucked me. I couldn’t do it, so I left and had another girl take my place. She would do anything. Another fellow asked me to use pliers to torture his nipples as I sat naked on his chest. It was a stretch for a young 21 year old, but I managed to do it. He thanked me a million times and tipped me for the experience. (Note, when he called the agency another time and asked for me to come back, I made sure I was “booked” and couldn’t make it). The Rejects are the assholes of this category. They are angry at the world. Angry at women. Angry at anyone who has ever done them wrong. They want to take it out on whomever is in front of them. The sex bordered on violent and they always tried to argue about money. One even tried to argue about wearing a condom. I won that battle, but he was a real jerk. Before leaving his hotel room, I dipped his electric razor in the toilet where I’d just peed and put it back on the sink. I hope it jolted his sorry ass when he plugged it in.
So as much I as enjoyed my time as an escort, there were a handful of clients that were real assholes. I quickly learned to spot them ahead of time and could usually manufacture a reason to leave and ask for a replacement. Because readers, I may have been working as a call girl, but I was no one’s whore and I refused to be treated as one. Best to just get out of that situation and try my hand (mouth, body) at (on) something (someone) else.
Photo from the movie Belle Du Jour, 1968