Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Confessions Of A Really Bad Hooker

I had the most interesting conversation with Cindy the other day on how she got into the whole escort service thing. I forget what brought it up, but it's something I've always been curious about. I mean giving strange men handjobs in the comfort of my session room is one thing, but meeting strange men in hotel rooms for sex is a whole other league (at least in my humble opinion). According to her, she just kinda fell into it. So how exactly do you "fall into" hooking?, I asked. I have to admit she had a pretty good answer.

This was back a number of years ago now, when she had left The Business and was pretty deep in her drug problem. She was living with another girl at the time who was "dating" (as she called it) as a sort of night job. Gidget (as we will call her) placed ads on the internet and then met guys in local hotels.

Well when you're a jobless drug addict, the life of an escort starts to look glamorous. So Cindy said she took the plunge like this... one day she was home and heard the answering machine pick up. It was a new guy asking to see Gidget for the first time. It turns out Cindy recognized the guys voice - so she picked up the phone and pretended to be Gidget!

Luckily the guy was pleasantly surprised that they knew each other already. So they arranged a price and a meeting. However, since Cindy basically stole the customer right out from under her roommate, she really had no idea how to get new ones. So for a couple of weeks, she basically just continued to intercept messages during the day, and then delete them before anyone got home.

She also had the foresight to pick the guys brains on how they found "Gidget" so eventually Cindy learned enough about the internet to start placing her own ads. Now I've mentioned before that Cindy isn't the brightest of bulbs. And a woman who thinks Mount Rushmore is a natural phenomenon is bound to make a few mistakes.

Cindy placed her first ad in the "Dating" personals.


She met a nice guy named "Tom" and exchanged a few messages with him before deciding to meet at a local sports bar. They exchanged a few pleasantries over a drink. Tom was being very chatty and asked her about her family and what she did for a living, etc. So when Tom spit out his drink after she asked him if he wanted a blowjob in the car or the full hour session at his place, she started to suspect that there might be a slight misunderstanding here.

Tom was on a date. Cindy was at a business meeting. Fortunately, Tom quickly recovered his composure and then considered this his lucky day since he realized he was going to get lucky - guaranteed.

They worked out the details and decided they couldn't go back to his place since his mom was home (I mentioned how this was his lucky day, didn't I?). Instead they went to hers with the understanding that he was not to talk to Gidget if she was home since she didn't know of Cindy's new occupation.

Now the way Cindy described it, her room wasn't clean. Ever been in the home of a drug addict? It's never something out of Martha Stewart magazine. It smelled of cigarettes, and probably had drug paraphenelia lying around. Tom didn't care, so they started going at it right there. Cindy said the whole thing was over so quickly that she almost felt bad for the guy. Tom didn't care though - he was just glad to have had the most successful first date of his entire life.

But now that they were done with business, they realized that they never actually ate anything at the bar. So They ended up going back out to grab a bite to eat. They went to a local diner where Tom opened his wallet for what was now the 3rd time. Ironically, by the end of the evening, Cindy was on a date and Tom was at a business meeting.

Eventually, Tom became her first Regular, and she became his "rental girlfriend." She said there were times they'd actually do dinner, a movie and sex just like real couples (except for the cash on the nightstand afterwards of course). They saw each other for several months before she went off the deep end with the drugs. She hasn't spoken to him since.

Let me tell ya, there have been days when I've thought that would be a sweet arrangement. Especially if the guy looked like Brad Pitt.

CJ

11 comments:

Kenny S. said...

Whatever happened to Sugar Daddy Pete and his condo?

RIV said...

Yeh, I forgot about SD Pete, what's up about him?

So, she was stealing customers even back then, eh? Not a surprise.

Matt said...

all thsi hooker talk is making me horny!

feministrhetorics said...

cj, you are such a damn good writer.

Little Red said...

Hey CJ, do you ever worry about getting busted? Or after so many years does it not even cross your mind anymore?

Jack said...

Hey,
Considering Cindy has been a hooker in the past, would it be unfair to wonder if she may offer full service at the massage parlor? At times you have said the reason you don't offer full service is because of your moral values, If Cindy doesn't have those values why wouldn't she offer full service for the extra cash?

cj said...

Kenny and RIV,
Sugar Daddy Pete has fallen off the face of the planet. The last time I heard from him was several months ago when he called.

But maybe now that the weather is getting better, he'll be visiting his vacation home more often and I'll finally hear from him. Don't worry - you'll be the first to know.


Little Red,
Now I remember what I wanted to talk to you about! LOL

Anyway, I've been thinking about it more lately because 4 parlors (3 Asian, 1 American) have been raided in the last few months around here. So we've really been laying low and being way more careful around newbies lately.


Jack,
I know for a fact that Cindy has had sex with some of her customers. Heck - I did a post last year on how she blew a guy while I watched. But I do know that she's only doing it with some of her old Regulars. Our customers talk, and I'd hear pretty quick if she changed her game any. Then I would have to strangle her! LOL

CJ

Anonymous said...

What did you learn from watching a pro blow a guy? Anything you picked up and brought home? I would think when you're blowing a guy you ise a lot of hand action.

Tom Moran said...

This one made me laugh out loud.

Anonymous said...

Once a monger, always a monger. Once a whore, always a whore. It's always a matter of price and/or opportunity.

And I'm sorry, I always laugh at the girls who won't do this or that, especially for reason of moral values. I respect their boundaries, but I just look for those who will, then, and they often work at the same place so I don't have to look too far.

At one handjob place "only", my regular masseuse, who was so good that I kept going back to her even for just HEs, told me once about that co-worker of hers, a "bad girl" who had sex with customers, always carried condoms in her purse, and was, brace yourselves, married. I smile and nodded. Like I didn't know...
"Bad girls" are the best, in good part because they're not full of it.

Anonymous said...

Oh, and not to be mean, but... would a "good" hooker spend a session on the phone with her sister or hungover?