The Return of Sugar Daddy Pete

Sorry I haven’t been around lately, but I’ve had a really weird and busy week. Remember Sugar Daddy Pete? He was last here 3 months ago, but he actually called and made an appointment with me on Monday. Heck – I almost forgot who he was when he called!

I had pretty much written him off, but let me tell ya – that didn’t stop the butterflies in my stomach from coming back. I don’t know what it is about him that just makes me so nervous. I mean, I’ve had rich customers before, so I don’t think it’s the money thing. And it’s not like he’s a dead ringer for George Clooney, so that ain’t it either. I don’t know, but when I figure it out I’ll tell ya.

So anyways, I booked him as my last customer of the day. And luckily I was working by myself so I didn’t have to worry about Audrey or the clock. In a way I was thankful because I had only made $80 that afternoon with 1 bizarre customer (but he MORE than made it up to me as my next “Freak of the Week” – I’ll tell ya later…). As the appointment approached, I actually booted out 2 walk-ins. Sorry guys, but I didn’t want to take the chance of being busy when Pete arrived. Rule #6 – Never let Customers see each other.

Pete ended up arriving a little late, but whatever. He gave me a hug, which was weird considering he’s not even a Regular yet. We chatted a bit while still standing out front. I learned that his nearby vacation house is almost done. His summer was busy with work. And his family is still driving him crazy. Same old shit basically. But, he added that the vacation house will give him lots of excuses to pass by in the coming months. I’ve heard that one before, so I pretended to be excited. So then he booked an hour, and I took him into session.

Now here’s the weird part. When we got in the room, I just started taking my clothes off. I didn’t even bother to ask him what option he wanted. I NEVER do that with a new customer – even a potential Sugar Daddy. It’s like I’m just assuming he’s in, or (even worse) I’ve become desperate enough to do anything to hook him. I know that taking my clothes off in front of a customer is what I do all day, but to me this lapse of judgment is a big deal.

I swear my brain was out the window. Luckily he didn’t even notice my lack of erotic massage etiquette, and just joined me in nakedness. Apart from my little breach of protocol, there was nothing unusual about the massage. But then, right when I finished with the hand release and he was just lying there moaning, I began to have this mini-panic attack! All I could think of was “Now what? Do I just see him out? Should I try to get a phone number?”

I think he noticed something weird in my expression and finally said “I’m sorry… am I keeping you late? I better take off.”

Shit! Am I blowing this? I was still having my mini-attack, so I just told him everything’s cool and he can just relax and let me clean him up. I toweled him off, but instead of throwing my clothes back on, I actually jumped up on the table and sat down next to him – nude. I looked him in the eye, smiled and asked “So when am I gonna see ya again?”

I don’t know if he thought I was propositioning him or just being friendly or what because he gave me a great big shit-eating grin. Fuck – at this point I wasn’t even sure what I was doing anymore. Then he says (and I quote), “I don’t know…maybe you’d like to see the new house?”

Now what the hell is that supposed to mean? Is he propositioning me or does he think I’m just a big fan of architecture? I don’t know! Suddenly I became painfully aware that we were two naked adults lying on a table in a dark room, after business hours and off the clock. I didn’t answer him, but just hopped off the table and started getting dressed. “Yeah, that would be fun… call me” was all I finally said. I couldn’t even look at him!

I swear to gawd – I never act this flaky with a customer. To him I must have looked like a schoolgirl with a crush, or a poorly trained prostitute.

Well anyway, he still left me a handsome tip. Then I gave him my phone number, and I noticed that he actually saved it on his cell. That’s a good sign, right? He promised to call me the next time he was going to see the house, and that he’d plan something “fun” for us. After he left, the only thing I could think of was what the fuck have I gotten myself into?

CJ