K here's one of the earliest post in my online diary, I change names and took out WHERE things happen. And its gonna be a serial post since my entries are never less than 3 pages: [Anything enclosed like this is just me comenting it wasn't part of the entry]
[reply to bible thumber telling me to pray to Jesus to save myself] Save my soul you say? If I had one to save I probably wouldn't be here to start. I don't think having a soul and doing what I do is possible.... well, then I again I could be wrong. I know some that still have souls. Perhaps its better to say that if we had souls that were still intact we wouldn't be here hiding behind titles like "anon" now would we? [the comment was signed Anon] Yes, I think that will do.
But the sad truth is that my soul won't pay rent or buy me food. This job will do that and more.
Well, anyway. About my call. I did mention I stopped writing to see a client didn't I? Well that didn't go so well. Not that they ever do... well they do when the guys don't want to have sex (yes that does happen).
I was at home writing my previous entry when I got a call my from Unforgettable, and said a client was waiting to see me. She
sent out the driver to come and get me. An annoying man named Jake came, he has a thick accent I can't quite identify, he's 38 and he constantly babbles. If there's a pause in the conversation I turn up the music hoping he gets the idea, but unfortunately he never does. He'll turn it down and keep talking or try to talk over the music. Don't get me wrong! I'm not anti-social, I'm just irritated my stupid people. I see enough at work (escorts and clients alike), so I just prefer to have as little contact with them as possible unless absolutely necissary.
Anyway, I got in the car and gave him 20 bucks for picking me up. I was tempted to refuse to pay him since he made the drive so unpleasant for me - but you have to keep the driver's happy, if anything goes wrong they're the ones who break down the doors and pull you out. But somehow I think he'd leave me there - he's weak. I can tell that through his stories, he rambles on and on, trying to cover up the past - even though I wasn't there to witness his mistakes. That's true weakness.
My call was in ****. This guys name was Joe, apparently a regular of Susan. She's a girl that works at the agency too, and I can honestly call her a friend. She's the only other 18 year old there. She's jaded, but that's by a rough life, much like myself. She isn't fucked up by the industry, not yet anyway. So I can stand her company, infact, I enjoy it - most of the time. She isn't exactly open minded and tends to be cold with her clients. And she's not the brightest star in the sky. But I figured he's a client of hers then he had to be reasonable, otherwise she'd have told him off and he'd probably never call again. I failed to realize that some men LIKE that kind of abuse, or seem to because they keep calling back...
His apartment wasn't too attractive. I glanced around, taking in little details to get an accurate idea of the kind of guy I was dealing with. Single judging by the dishes in the sink, middle class working man, by the apartment and its furniture – and his hands were rough. I looked at the coffee table and a half empty bottle of wine was there.
Great-
We commenced in the usual dull discussions. "hello, how are you? hows work? doing well? why are you up so late at night?" blah blah blah. He was buzzed but not stupid drunk, and he wasn't violent. So chances are I could handle the situation.
Silly me.
As protocol demands I picked up the phone and called the office. she picked up and I said everything was okay and I was willing to do the call. Whenever she asked if "everything's fine" I was always tempted to blurt out - OF COURSE NOT I'M HERE AREN'T I?? But SC wouldn't appreciate that now would he? Have to make the damn money. She told me to asked for his visa card and some ID. She read out the visa number the guy had recieved and I confirmed it was the same card and expire date and told her the signiture on both his cards was the same.
"I'll call you when the hours up." he said.
I hung up and proceeded to work out the reciept for him. I hated when people paid by credit card. IF its a VISA you get the money the next day, if its a Master card you get in in 3-4, if its American Express... a week. At Unforgettable... don't hold your breathe...
I looked up at his glazed over dull eyes and sighed to myself. Hopefully counting backwards from 1000 would help the evening go by faster...
[reply to bible thumber telling me to pray to Jesus to save myself] Save my soul you say? If I had one to save I probably wouldn't be here to start. I don't think having a soul and doing what I do is possible.... well, then I again I could be wrong. I know some that still have souls. Perhaps its better to say that if we had souls that were still intact we wouldn't be here hiding behind titles like "anon" now would we? [the comment was signed Anon] Yes, I think that will do.
But the sad truth is that my soul won't pay rent or buy me food. This job will do that and more.
Well, anyway. About my call. I did mention I stopped writing to see a client didn't I? Well that didn't go so well. Not that they ever do... well they do when the guys don't want to have sex (yes that does happen).
I was at home writing my previous entry when I got a call my from Unforgettable, and said a client was waiting to see me. She
sent out the driver to come and get me. An annoying man named Jake came, he has a thick accent I can't quite identify, he's 38 and he constantly babbles. If there's a pause in the conversation I turn up the music hoping he gets the idea, but unfortunately he never does. He'll turn it down and keep talking or try to talk over the music. Don't get me wrong! I'm not anti-social, I'm just irritated my stupid people. I see enough at work (escorts and clients alike), so I just prefer to have as little contact with them as possible unless absolutely necissary.
Anyway, I got in the car and gave him 20 bucks for picking me up. I was tempted to refuse to pay him since he made the drive so unpleasant for me - but you have to keep the driver's happy, if anything goes wrong they're the ones who break down the doors and pull you out. But somehow I think he'd leave me there - he's weak. I can tell that through his stories, he rambles on and on, trying to cover up the past - even though I wasn't there to witness his mistakes. That's true weakness.
My call was in ****. This guys name was Joe, apparently a regular of Susan. She's a girl that works at the agency too, and I can honestly call her a friend. She's the only other 18 year old there. She's jaded, but that's by a rough life, much like myself. She isn't fucked up by the industry, not yet anyway. So I can stand her company, infact, I enjoy it - most of the time. She isn't exactly open minded and tends to be cold with her clients. And she's not the brightest star in the sky. But I figured he's a client of hers then he had to be reasonable, otherwise she'd have told him off and he'd probably never call again. I failed to realize that some men LIKE that kind of abuse, or seem to because they keep calling back...
His apartment wasn't too attractive. I glanced around, taking in little details to get an accurate idea of the kind of guy I was dealing with. Single judging by the dishes in the sink, middle class working man, by the apartment and its furniture – and his hands were rough. I looked at the coffee table and a half empty bottle of wine was there.
Great-
We commenced in the usual dull discussions. "hello, how are you? hows work? doing well? why are you up so late at night?" blah blah blah. He was buzzed but not stupid drunk, and he wasn't violent. So chances are I could handle the situation.
Silly me.
As protocol demands I picked up the phone and called the office. she picked up and I said everything was okay and I was willing to do the call. Whenever she asked if "everything's fine" I was always tempted to blurt out - OF COURSE NOT I'M HERE AREN'T I?? But SC wouldn't appreciate that now would he? Have to make the damn money. She told me to asked for his visa card and some ID. She read out the visa number the guy had recieved and I confirmed it was the same card and expire date and told her the signiture on both his cards was the same.
"I'll call you when the hours up." he said.
I hung up and proceeded to work out the reciept for him. I hated when people paid by credit card. IF its a VISA you get the money the next day, if its a Master card you get in in 3-4, if its American Express... a week. At Unforgettable... don't hold your breathe...
I looked up at his glazed over dull eyes and sighed to myself. Hopefully counting backwards from 1000 would help the evening go by faster...