Cindy's Clientele

Well it's happening. Trina and I have divided up Cindy's shifts and we're finally starting to see what her life here was like. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it, but I think a good example would be the TV news story where all the neighbors are saying "...but she was always so quiet..."

Not that Cindy was a serial killer or anything, but her customers... Whoa. I'll give it to that girl - she definitely had her own fan base. I will concede that there are a few men out there who apparently like girls with tattoos, piercings, and giant fake breasts . I don't understand the appeal, but then again I don't understand why Jesse James left Sandra Bullock for that tattooed nazi girl either.

But I think the most suprising thing about Cindy's Regulars is that she wasn't fucking all of them. I mean, we've heard her going at it in the room (when Maude's not around). So we just kinda assumed that she was totally full service at this point. Turns out we were wrong.

Cindy left us with a list of guys she wanted to give her number to. Over the last week or so, I've managed to cross a couple names off her list. Two guys left when I told them she wasn't working here anymore, but the rest stayed. And I even welcomed back a couple of my old Regulars that she had managed to steal. These were the ones that gave me the real scoop on what Cindy was like in session.

Apparently some guys are really into the "Suicide Girl" look. Cindy automatically got all those customers. Most customers prefer the "girl next door" look, and a lot of guys were really turned off by her. So she had a relatively small but loyal fan base.

I asked a couple of guys why they left me for her. Most popular answer - her ass. They said it was her round, bubble-shaped ghetto booty that brought them back. Mine is relatively small and shapely, but Cindy had a little junk in her trunk. Apparently her most popular option was topless because it stripped her down to a never-ending parade of sexy panties.

Then I asked what, if anything, did she do in the room that was special. I fully expected to hear that she was offering blow jobs or at least finger banging, but no. Most popular answer - butt release. Turns out she was offering butt releases for only $50 and thus cornered the market (and I was wondering why none of my customers were asking for them anymore!). As one of my informants put it, "There was nothing hotter than having her bend over the table, drip lube down her ass-crack, then beg us to shoot a load on her tramp stamp."

Personally, I don't know why you guys find that so hot. I mean, don't you get enough of that at home?

I've been talking to Cindy almost everyday and she's still upset about what happened. She hopes to see some of her Regulars outside of The Business, but that's always tricky. It's surprising how some customers can be nicest guys at work, but the minute you see them outside The Business they become raving assholes.

So I eventually just straight up asked her who she's been fucking in the room. She laughed and confessed that she had 2 sugar daddies. When I suggested that number seemed a little low for all the noise she had been generating, she said the rest were just guys she thinks are hot.

That's my girl.

CJ

Cindy Got Fired

Cindy got fired last week. It ended up being a horrible week with a lot of yelling, screaming and fingers being pointed. Shit - at one point even I was ready to just walk out since Audrey was being a total bitch (as usual). Let me take a big breath and tell you what happened.

Cindy got caught short-changing the door fee. It's not right, and I told Cindy a hundred times before to knock it off. I don't do it myself because it's just not worth it. Apparently what happened is that Cindy got greedy and would collect the door fee for whatever time the customer wanted. But then she would book a lesser amount of time and then pocket the difference. Obviously this was done when she was working by herself.

It comes out to $10-$20 per customer and that's it. I mean it's so not worth it to lose your job over that amount - and that's what I've always told her. Maude doesn't know the ins and outs of the business, so she never noticed. It was Audrey who got her. I guess she was reviewing the books and noticed that when Cindy worked with Maude, she routinely booked 45-60 minute sessions. But when she was alone, she was booking a lot of 30 minute sessions. I mean you can get away with it if you sneak one in now and then - but Cindy got sloppy and started doing it every chance she got.

In a way, I can't blame Audrey for firing her. But damn if she didn't end up pissing us all off by accusing Trina and I of the exact same thing. And as the week went on, the accusations kept getting worse and worse. So after a few days of on and off fighting, even I was reminding Audrey of every customer she ever stole from us and how we all knew she was blowing guys left and right.

It was pretty ugly for a few days there. And poor Maude - I think she turns a blind eye to what goes on behind our session doors. But even she couldn't pretend not to hear what was being said (or screamed) right in front of her. I mean it's not like she doesn't know what we all do for a living, it's just that she doesn't really get involved or even ask about it. As far she's concerned, after she books a customer her job is done.

Since she's been gone, I've been trying to let her customers know what happened - out of earshot of Maude. Cindy gave me a list of certain Regulars to pass her phone number to. I'll do what I can to help her out, but in the end she acted stupid and got busted.

As for me, I almost never short-change the door fee. But I do have a trick or two up my sleeve for when I don't feel like giving Audrey her due. Even I'm a little reluctant to share them here - that's how nervous Audrey makes me. But maybe later. Let's just say that I'm way more discrete when I screw her over.

And to make matters worse, now Trina and I have to take over all of Cindy's shifts. Two girls running an entire business? But the awful part is going to be putting up with her old customers who expect a tad bit more than just a handjob. Let's just say that she took customer service VERY seriously. The last time I called her at work, she answered the phone with "... Hell... Oh... C... J... oh baby don't stop... What's... up... girl?..."

What can I say, she was a lousy coworker but I still love her to death.

CJ

The Tale of Two Hookers

The other day I started telling a story about Cindy, and then I turned it all about me. I can be such a selfish bitch. So today I owe you one.

The last story I told about Cindy blowing a customer during a double was the last time anything like that happened. We've done a couple more doubles since then, but they were just standard happy endings with 1 girl doing the HJ and the other one teasing. But I am reminded of the time Cindy and I entertained a couple of Sugar Daddy's back in the good old days. I've mentioned this story before, but today I'll tell the whole thing.

Actually, it was my SD and one of his buddies. The buddy was in town and my SD wanted to entertain him properly, so he asked if I could hook him up for the evening. Cindy was game (hell - she's always game), so we made plans to meet them at their hotel for an evening of dinner, drinks and "whatever."

Cindy and I really got slutted up for the occasion. My SD (we'll call him "Tim" and his friend "Mike") enjoyed being seen in public with a girl on his arm. So our thing was to get dressed up and paint the town red. He wanted to turn heads, so I'd get all decked out in something tight with "fuck-me" heels, then he'd take me to busy restaurants, bars, etc. At the end of the evening, he'd usually just drop me off at my car or home, and that was it. He never asked for HJ's when we were out - he figured that's what The Business was for.

This night was pretty much the same routine, except now we were doing it as a double date. However, Mike had different expectations on how the evening would end - and that's where Cindy came in. I think Tim's exact words were "Do you have any friends that could like... do him?"

So there we were - Cindy and I all dressed to kill. I told her how Tim likes to see me dressed, so she was similarly done up in a short dress and heels. Biggest difference was that she had taller heels and showed way more cleavage. In other words - sluttier (I still love you Cindy!).

We drove over to the hotel in my car with the radio cranked up - just having a good time. We got there early and decided to have one last smoke before we headed up to the room. So out in the parking lot, we lit up and stood outside the car listening to the radio.

A couple minutes go by and an older gentleman wearing a tie with a short sleeve shirt walks out of the hotel and towards us. He's staring straight at us the entire time, so we know something's up. As he gets closer we can see that he's wearing a name tag like he's the manager or something. Cindy and I stamp out our cigarettes.

"Excuse me, but I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." He looks dead serious as if he's done this drill before and we obviously know what the hell he's talking about.

I said "Uhhhh... why? We weren't doing anything." Cindy and I both looked at each other confused. "I'll turn the radio off," I said as I stuck my head in the car window.

"Don't play around." His look didn't change any. "I don't care what you do, I just can't have you two working here."

Did he just say "working?"

Cindy and I looked at each other. Then we started laughing. And the more she laughed the more I laughed. This was obviously not the reaction the guy was expecting. He starts to stammer "uhhhh... I... uhhhh..."

Between belly laughs, Cindy points at me and squeaks "He thinks you're a hooker!" before doubling back over in laughter.

Now I can't breath because I'm laughing so hard. But I catch my breath and yelled "YOU look like the hooker!" Then I loose it again.

Come to think of it, we probably both looked like hookers - although technically I was acting as a pimp that evening. And also an escort. I was a sort of pimp-scort.

The manager guy finally let out a relieved laugh and explained that we both looked like hookers - especially on the parking lot security cameras. When I finally calmed down, I told him we were meeting our "Johns" inside, then going out to dinner. He got another laugh out of that, but I guess it wasn't too far from the truth either.

Tim and Mike were waiting for us in the lobby since we had been delayed. Cindy and I told the story on the way to dinner. Luckily they found it funny too.

Dinner and drinks were fun. I checked in with Tim in the middle of the evening and we agreed that Mike and Cindy were hitting it off. I made it a point to act flirty with her in public so Tim would have more to brag about later.

We were all pretty toasted by the time we got back to the hotel room. Tim's an older guy who tires out easily, so I knew he would just want to chill out. We planted ourselves on the pull out sofa and started watching late night TV. Unfortunately for Mike and Cindy, there was no other room to go hide in. So they started making out on the bed by the light of the TV screen.

For the most part we ignored them. I got up a couple of times to get a fresh beer for Tim and myself. Each time I glanced over, they had switched positions and another article of clothing was missing. They thought they were being subtle by sliding underneath the sheets, but when a head disappears and you see a lump in the sheet rising up and down, you can figure it out.

Tim and I turned the volume of the TV up as they got louder and louder. Thankfully, there was a final grunt from Mike and the sheets stopped moving. A few minutes later, Cindy gripped a king-sized pillow and made a dash for the bathroom with her tiny, crumpled dress in her hand. Mike lit a cigarette.

Good timing - I was getting sleepy. After Cindy had freshened up, Mike said his goodbyes to Cindy and then Tim walked us down to my car. I kissed him goodnight before he handed me an envelope.
"Thanks girls!" he said with a smile and yawn. "I don't think Mike will ever forget this night any time soon."

And I haven't either. Cindy and I split the cash in the envelope and she ended up seeing Mike a few more times whenever he was in town. As for me, I love the fact that I finally have a place where I can tell this story in it's entirety.

CJ

Cindy Revisited

One of you guys asked for another Cindy story and I realized I haven't talked about her lately. Funny thing is that I recently discovered something about her that I thought I could mention.

Cindy has a sugar daddy.

At least that's what it sounds like to me. I know she'll occasionally see a customer outside of work, but I guess this guy has become a sort of regular thing (let's call him "Gary"). I've met him a few times - he's been in that often. Seems nice enough, a bit young in appearance for a SD, but who knows - maybe he's a dotcom millionaire or something. Then again there are some guys who just love that "Suicide Girl" look that Cindy has perfected.

If Gary was coming in that often, I can understand why she offered to start seeing him outside of work. She's never shied away from blowing or even fucking an occasional customer in the room, but at least this way she won't get busted by Audrey's sister. And he saves the door fee. BUT, she lives with her boyfriend (and baby daddy) and I don't know how she's explaining the occasional midnight trip to the grocery store.

[And yes, I know that she'll probably read this in a couple of days, but it's not like I haven't said this to her before.]

Perhaps I'm reading too much into her situation. I mean, I don't have a SD right now but now that I think about it, I'm not sure how I would explain to Derek about some of the odd work hours I would suddenly have to put in...

"Yes dear, I did work the morning shift, but Trina needs to leave work at 10pm and there's no one to fill in for that critical 1 hour before closing time and I could really use the extra money to help pay for that fabulous birthday present I want to get you since it's only 11 months from now, and have you been working out because that shirt looks really good on you, would you like a blowjob?"

I'm not sure if the idea is uncomfortable for me because of guilt, or because of inconvenience. I lie about 8 hours of my day, so what's the big deal about an extra hour or 2 - right? Maybe it's because SD's require an extra amount of attention and availability. I don't know, I'm feeling funny even talking about it right now.

Luckily, there are no Sugar Daddy's or even potential ones on my radar screen at the moment. I have to admit that the admiration and attention they provide is fun, but I'm just seeing it differently this time. Oh well. Let's just hope that Gary doesn't have a rich, horny, and handsome brother.

CJ

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

Cindy and the Full Service Option

So I'm sitting in the back room TRYING to say something intelligent on this blog thing, when Cindy pops out of her session room to talk to me.

"Hey CJ - you're not gonna believe this, but Roger wants to do a double!"

Roger is one of Cindy's Regulars, and also the first one to see her since she came back from having the baby. He's THAT big of a fan.

I'm almost as surprised by this news as she is. "What, did he win the lottery or something?" For the new guys out there, a "double" option is when the customer wants 2 girls. Since the entire world is broke, we don't get any calls for them anymore, so this is good news.

"Kinda. He said he just won some settlement or something and wants to celebrate..." Cindy trails off and looks down for a second. She starts to turn red and then tells me, "I think he wants me to blow him. Do you mind?"

Cindy was a good girl for a little while there, but I knew deep down it wouldn't last. And it's not like I haven't watched her do a customer before. Heck, the stories I could tell you from the old days... Anyway, I'm more impressed by the fact that she's embarrassed and turning red. I think she's really been trying to turn over a new leaf.

I look her in the eye and say "Naaaaah. That baby of yours needs some new clothes, so let's do this. As long as I don't have to do anything weird."

Cindy takes me by the hand and starts dragging me to her room. "You know Roger. He's cool."

The way a double typically works is that 2 girls massage the guy at the same time. For example, I may work the guys back while the other girl works the legs. The tip is the same as if he were paying each of us for a single. Now if he wants "extras" then the price goes up quickly. For example, guys almost always ask for the "lesbian show" during a double.

Roger isn't a bad looking guy. He's probably in his late 40's and burly. Cindy's probably more than happy that I'll be helping out with the massage. His face lights up when he sees me walk in. "Hey girl! Ready to party?!" He's obviously in a good mood.

"Since when did you become Mr. Money Bags, huh?" I ask as I take my shirt off and unhook my bra. He explains that he finally got some money for falling off a roof or something over a year ago. As he's talking I finish undressing and then push him back on the table where I start on his shoulders while Cindy takes his lower legs. Guys tell me it's a wonderful sensation to have 2 very different parts of the body worked on at the same time.

When our 4 combined hands finally meet at Roger's rear end, we ask him to flip over. Cindy moves to take his legs again, and I move up over his head so I can massage the top of his shoulders. But now that he can enjoy the view he paid double for, he eventually brings it up, "Uh... can I get you two to be 'friendly' to each other?"

Wow - Roger must really be in a good mood. Cindy and I look at each other. She gives me a pleading look and I just sort of sigh. "Sure Roger," Cindy starts, "and are you still interested in what we talked about?"

He nods vigorously and smiles. I give Cindy a questioning look and she gives me a wink. She's already negotiated the extra tip, so we both move to the same side of the table.

Now let me stop here and mention that Cindy's breasts are HUGE. Between the baby and the implants, they have been busting out of her bra for a couple months now. I'm a little nervous to touch them because they're shaped kinda weird and I know they're not empty. So to start, I just kinda run my fingertips around the sides. Cindy keeps working on his leg while I move behind her and cup both her breasts in my hands.

I have a "script" I use for the lesbian show which is usually along the lines of "Oh baby... you are so hot..." etc. But this time I genuinely say, "Damn Cindy... your breasts are totally swollen and they're warm to the touch!"

Cindy laughs. "Aren't they? Watch my nipples... they're really really tender right now."

Now we're actually having a real conversation and this is not part of the show, but Roger is like "Fuck! This is hot!" When I realize he's getting off on what for us is a technical discussion, I use it to my advantage and start playing it up. I exaggerate my rubbing and say things like "Mmmmmmmm... I wonder if they'd be hot on my tongue... Mmmmmm" etc.

Eventually we switch places and I start to massage his pecs, while Cindy starts running her fingers under my breasts and over my stomach. After a few minutes of this, Cindy reaches between his legs - signaling that the shows over and it's happy ending time. That's the one good thing about the lesbian show - it really hurry's things along.

Since I'm closer to the rack, I hand the bottle of warm oil over to Cindy. Then I take my place next to him so I can caress his chest.

Let me take another moment to explain how we typically do a double happy ending. Usually 1 girl will do most of the work while the other caresses the customers thighs or chest. Upon request, the lesbian show might continue through the ending but we've discovered that it's kinda awkward to try to fondle someone when she's trying to concentrate on the job at hand (pun intended). Besides, the caressing technique also helps the guy finish quicker.

A lot of customers ask for the double handjob at this point. I hate to break it to you guys, but unless you're hung like a horse it's really hard to wrap more than 2 hands around a prick. And even trying 1 hand from each girl isn't easy. You really have to pay attention to what you're doing to get the timing and the rhythm right else it's just painful for the guy. So please stop asking and let us do our jobs - we're professionals you know.

OK - back to Cindy. She puts of bottle of oil down and instead says "Roger wants a special ending." I forgot about the blowjob, so I go back to caressing his chest while Roger directs her to get a condom out of his pants pocket.

Interesting... he came prepared. That means that Cindy is NOT doing this on a regular basis. That's my girl - there's hope for you yet!

While she's putting the condom on him, Roger looks at me and asks "Will you do something special for me while she does that?" I'm assuming that Cindy's explained that I'm not full service, so maybe he wants me to rub his balls or something - who knows. I usually don't have to get involved at this point.

"Uh... like what" I ask suspiciously.

"Could we make out?"

That I was not expecting. Roger then explained to me that one of the most intimate of pleasures that one can enjoy from a threesome is that of kissing while receiving oral favors. Whoa - that had never occurred to me before. And I have to admit that I was intrigued, BUT this was one party where I had to give - not receive.

Now if Cindy would be willing to... NAAAHHHHH

I told him that, no offense, but I don't kiss customers. It's not that "Pretty Woman" bullshit about keeping some things "personal" either. I just think the idea of making out with strange men is gross. As we all know, you should only make out with strange guys in the parking lot of a bar, piss drunk, while your girlfriends are trying to drag you into the car. THAT'S ok.

But I have to admit that I could see where Roger was coming from. I didn't want him to leave feeling like he missed a rare opportunity, so I decided that maybe we could negotiate something.

I asked him if it was absolutely necessary that we make out.

He said "no" but he really really would appreciate it.

I told him I've never done that with a customer before.

He said if it's a money issue he would gladly take care of me.

I said it's not - I just think it's weird.

He asked if he could give me a hickey.

I said "no fuckin way."

He asked if he could suck on my tits instead.

Cindy pulled the cock out of her mouth and said "Just fucking kiss him already. My jaw is getting tired!"

THAT was the moment I was waiting for. I was wondering how long I could keep him distracted before she realized what I was up to. I started laughing out loud and I could hear a "... I...uckin...ate...oo..." between slurps. Have you ever tried talking with a dick in your mouth? It's harder than it looks.

Anyway, I had my fun so I decided to finally help her out. I had no intention of making out with anyone, so I grabbed his head in both my hands and pulled him in between The Girls. "You gonna take care of me Roger?" I knew that between his face buried in my breasts and Cindy's mouth wrapped around his cock, he was going to say "yes" to anything. Heck, I coulda asked him to buy me a car at that point.

But I just wanted him to finish, so I continued to hold his head in my hands and I moved slowly down till my face was just inches from his. I looked him deep in the eyes and asked "Is this OK?" I exhaled deeply so he could feel just how close my mouth was to his. I knew it was working when he squeaked a little "un-huh." So I held his gaze and just sort of lightly brushed my lips over his lips and nose while doing some dirty talk. He came a few moments later. I noticed that Cindy did the move where she keeps him in her mouth till he's finished cumming. Nice touch I thought.

I let her clean him up while I put my clothes back on. I figured my job was done! LOL Roger left a happy man and I made a few extra bucks. Not a bad day afterall.

CJ

It's A Boy!!!

Congratulations to Cindy who had her baby last night!!!!! It was a bit earlier than expected, but mom and baby are doing good. Baby X was born at 11pm and weighs 7 lbs. 3 ounces. I was there, along with the Baby Daddy. I don't know him all too well, but he seems to be a good guy.

Funny story - I've been fighting the Swine Flu for a couple weeks now, and I think I'm losing. Anyway, last night after Cindy went into labor, I started to feel sick, so I ended up disappearing into the bathroom throughout much of the labor pains. Poor Mr. Baby Daddy had to deal with most of it.

So finally, I threw up my dinner and then felt better. By the time I had cleaned myself up and got back to the delivery room, Baby X was just starting to appear. I was there for the whole thing and got to see the birth, the cord, the afterbirth, I mean everything.

Afterwards, I spent a lot of time doing the obligatory phone calls, e-mails and text messages to all their friends and family. I figured it was the least I could do so they could relax and spend time with the baby. Besides, when it comes to text messages and e-mail, they're both pretty clueless.

Speaking of clueless, have you ever seen a woman with implants try to breast feed a baby? It's scary. You keep worrying that poor baby's gonna suffocate, or get crushed by a flying boob. Those things are swollen so badly that they look even more fake than before.

After things settled down, I headed home early this morning. So now I'm dead tired, and I'm working night shift. I hope I make some money tonight so I can buy that kid some presents. I don't know what kind of a mom Cindy will make, but he's damn fortunate that he has Auntie CJ to look after him. All my nieces and nephews LOVE me.

So all of tonights happy endings are dedicated to Baby X. And if any of Cindy's Regulars show up tonight, I hope I can hit them up for donations. And if any of you out there are feeling generous, please send those Babies-R-Us gift cards!!

Auntie CJ

Farewell Cindy

Yesterday was Cindy's last day at work. She's due at the beginning of May, so she toughed it out till should couldn't take being on her feet anymore. We took her out to lunch and as a suprise we had them bring her an ice cream sundae with a pickle stuck in the middle of it. She thought it was funny, but didn't eat any of it. Oh well.

8 and 1/2 months pregnant and Cindy was STILL bringing in customers. Go figure. As she got bigger and bigger, her butt didn't get any wider, but her stomach got huge. From behind you could barely tell she was pregnant, and she has a small frame to begin with. And over the last couple of months, I've only seen 4 guys refuse to take her. And the ironic thing was that they were all heavyset guys too.

I don't know if it was pity or concern or whatever, but Cindy kept getting appointments and decent tips up till this past week. And get this - she still kept getting requests for mutuals!!!! Guys actually wanted to pay extra to rub that belly! I asked her about it and she said that all the guys were totally cool about it and no one asked to do anything perverted like cum on her belly or anything. And she swears up and down that her full service days are over.

Audrey hasn't said how she's going to split up Cindy's shifts, or whether she intends to hire a temp. Personally, I'd rather just pick up her extra customers. And you know how I feel about the hiring process. I guess in a way I'm gonna be sorry to see her go. I mean we started off a bit rough, but as time went by and we got to know each other again, I could see myself being friends with her.

It's just weird when you consider how much history we have and how badly it ended last time. I think what made these last few months so easy for us is that we never actually needed or expected anything from each other. I did my job and she did hers. And I think that's what made it feel like a true starting over.

So I guess a pregnant masseuse just brings out the best in most people. And that's actually kind of a nice thing to see nowadays. Keep it up guys.

CJ

I FUCKING HATE SNOW

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!!!!!!

Its fucking 12 midnight on Monday. I got home about 10 minutes ago. What's normally a 30 minute drive to work took 2 FUCKING HOURS there and another 2 FUCKING HOURS back. And you wanna know why I drove 2 FUCKING HOURS to work and 2 FUCKING HOURS back? Because Audrey is a FUCKING GREEDY BITCH. That's why.

I called her up and told her it was gonna be a bad one today, but that bitch cunt asshole told us to go to work anyway. Monday is only 1 shift - the night shift, and I got stuck with it during the snow storm. And to make things more interesting, I had offered (for the first time) to drive Cindy to work.

So there we were - stuck in traffic and snow for 2 hours on the way in. Well, at least we had plenty of time to catch up on the last couple of years! Nothing breaks the ice better than to be locked inside of a little metal box traveling 10 miles per hour behind assholes who don't know how to drive in the snow.

Anyway.

Like I was saying, Cindy and I had more than a few minutes to kill on Monday afternoon, so I got her life story. Turns out that the money she stole from me only lasted her a few days. She had pretty much burned all her bridges over the course of a week, so she ended up doing all sorts of things to make a living. She tried her hand at bartending, waitressing, and even hooking.

I know what you're thinking and I'm just as shocked as you are. Cindy does not have the organizational skills needed to waitress. She confirmed this and added that nothing she did lasted very long. Even the hooking, she said, she wasn't very good at.

Cindy explained that she was practicing a particular kind of hooking she called "dating." This involves seeing only guys she knew: friends, ex-boyfriends, boyfriends of her girlfriends, guys from the bar, her drug dealers, and even her old probation officer! The deal was that they'd call her up and she'd come over to their place, hang out for a bit, fuck them, hang out a bit more, then leave with the cash.

But that's not the weird part about "dating." The weird part was that if she needed, say fifty bucks, to score, she would feel perfectly free to call up these guys and make "dates" with them! I was amazed by the balls it must take to call up a guy you know and just say, "Hey... If you're not busy, can I come over and blow you for $50?"

I asked her what's the cheapest thing she ever did. She said a guy once talked her down to $20 to fuck. But the one thing that made her feel the cheapest was when she blew 2 friends in a mens room for $40. This is when she realized she had a drug problem and needed help. Well Duh. Too bad she didn't realize that the day before she ripped me off.

Funny story - Apparently Cindy tried an escort service but it didn't work out. Called up one of those places in the phone book and asked if they were hiring. She talked to some guy who set her up on her first "deal" (as they in the professional prostitution industry called them). As she stood in front of a motel door, she realized that she didn't have what it takes to fuck a complete stranger.

I don't know what's worse - fucking a guy you don't know in a motel room, or blowing 2 guys you do know in a filthy mens room. I'll leave that one up to the philosophers.

I asked what it's like to fuck guys for money, and she said it's not actually that horrible. She would just turn herself to face the wall and just try to tune out till they were done. Said as long as you don't make eye contact, it's easier. Knowing the guys gave her a false sense of security - like she was somehow safer with a familiar face. I guess that kinda makes sense.

And the sessions were all pretty much the same. She'd start by blowing them. While they fucked they'd either say something along the lines of "Oh my Gawd you're so hot..." or "Take it ya fuckin' whore!" Then they'd cum and she would have to push them off her and make small talk for a little bit before heading over to her dealer. It was a routine she lived with for almost a year.

What changed it all was one day she crashed a friends car while driving high as a kite. DUI was the least of her problems, and she ended up in jail for 5 months. It was rough, she said, but at least it cleaned her up.

I managed to get all that out of her during our 2 hours to work and 2 hours back (did I mention that I spent 2 FUCKING HOURS driving to and 2 FUCKING HOURS driving from work?). I don't know if I feel any differently about her, but at least I know what to replace the "......" with when I talk about what happened to the girl who used to be my BFF.

Oh, and no customers came in on Monday.

CJ

Cindy's First Day

Cindy is 5 months pregnant.

How's that for a starter? That pretty much sums up how her first day back at work went. Talk about an ice breaker. I figured things would be awkward (to say the least) since I was scheduled to be alone with her that first shift, but boy let me tell ya - nothing breaks the ice better than a good old baby out of wedlock.

Since she just spent 5 months in jail, the nearest I can figure is that she must have gotten knocked up on the drive over. Turns out she just started dating this guy a couple months before she went to jail. Personally, I was suprised to hear that she actually kept a guy around for a whole 2 months! Cindy's the kinda girl to fuck 'em and leave 'em. Well, to be more accurate, Cindy is the kinda girl to:

1) fuck 'em
2) rip 'em off
3) leave 'em.

And in case you're wondering, yes - she's starting to show. She's got the baby bump and swollen breasts, which is funny because now her implants actually look even more fake than before. I imagine that she's only got a month or 2 left before no one will want a nude option with her, but if you like them big old fake titties, then Cindy's the girl for you.

She's the one I talked about a while ago who got a Sugar Daddy to spring for implants. Then a month later she dumped him. If I remember correctly, I think that poor guy got to see his investment maybe twice before he got ditched. That's Cindy for ya.

I imagine there's gotta be some pervs out there that would get turned on by a pregnant girl. Cindy managed to do 2 customers that first shift - both topless. I guess they weren't looking at her belly. She said she'll keep going till customers start turning her down. I'm still waiting to see if some guy pays her to cum on her belly.

As you can tell, I'm terribly amused by all this. But don't confuse my amusement with forgiveness. She's still a lying, cheating, skank. But she used to be my best friend and being around her turned out to be almost as comfortable as the old days.

Some of you probably can't believe that I can forgive the theft of $2500. I haven't - it's just that after time it just doesn't seem that important anymore. Besides, where else am I gonna find a girlfriend who feels comfortable enough to blow her boyfriends in front of me while we all sit around watching TV? That kinda friendship is priceless.

Don't worry though - I'll still keep an eye on my wallet.

CJ

p.s. I will be accepting Babies-r-Us gift certificates for the "Cindy's lil Bastard Fund." Please give - this poor kid is gonna need all the help he can get!

The Return of Cindy

I don't even know where to begin on this one, but the other day Audrey sat me down and dropped a bombshell on me.

"Guess who's out of jail?"

I swear my jaw must have dropped to the floor. "Nooooooooooo! Has it been 9 months already?"
Audrey smiled. "Actually it was only 5 months." I think she saw my brow kinda make a squishing shape because she said "Yeah I know what you're thinking, but I think she's OK now."

For those of you who don't memorize every word that I've written (shame on you! Go get started now - I'll wait), Cindy is a co-worker from the "old days." She was my BFF before Trina and one of my oldest friends. We've all known each other for years, and between all the different places I've worked at, I've probably spent the most time with her. Whenever I have a really freaky story to tell about work - chances are Cindy had something to do with it.

"You hired her back, didn't you?" I asked in my most serious voice. I knew it was a done deal from the second I heard the name "Cindy," but I still wanted to hear her actually say it.

Audrey avoided my eyes. "We need the help." I know why she took her back. She may not be the most consistent worker, but she definitely brings in the customers. Cindy is one of those girls who can really manipulate a guy and get him to do whatever she wants. Oh the stories I could tell...

"No we don't!" I was getting angry now. "It's bad enough trying to make tips with the 3 of us on. Now you want to split things up even more?" I may have said a lot of other things, but I knew arguing didn't matter. What's done is done. But Audrey knows good and well why I don't want her back.

Cindy had a SERIOUS drug problem. That's one of the reasons why we stopped talking to each other a couple years ago. Things headed downhill when she started getting arrested for DUI, possession, theft, etc. Well, that's one of the reasons why Audrey let her go the first time - she was becoming a liability. Showing up to work stoned is one thing. Showing up IN POSESSION is something else. Nothing gets a Business shut down faster than rumors of drugs on the premesis.
But that's the main reason why I had to stop seeing her. I used to love her to death - more than my sister even! I realized I had to dump her when one day I discovered $2500 missing from my purse.

Here's the story... Just a couple years ago business was booming. Ya ever wanna know which way the economy is going - just ask either a carpenter or a masseuse. We're the first to see how people are spending their money! Anyway, I remember it was this holiday weekend and the Business was jumping. Audrey was on vacation so the rest of us were just cleaning up big time.

Cindy and I had been working doubles so we were both loaded with cash (and by "doubles" I mean double shifts and not 2 girls 1 guy. We had our share of those too, but more of that later). It was Sunday night and I was dead tired. Me and another girl were cleaning up around the place so we could lock up and go. The last time I saw Cindy, she was having a smoke with some guy out front I was her ride home, so I knew she wouldn't wander off.

The other girl headed home and I started looking all over for Cindy so we could split. I went outside and there was no one. Back inside I started calling her name - nothing. So then I checked my cell phone. No calls or texts from her. I called her - no answer. I put my phone back in my purse and that's when I noticed that something was wrong. My wallet looked funny, so I opened it.

You ever see a wallet filled with $2500 in cash? It actually LOOKS like it contains $2500 in cash. I mean it bulges in ways you only see in cartoons. And this was my take from working 5 straight shifts from Friday to Sunday night.

So there it was - a completely empty wallet. And you wanna know the worse part? The very first person I thought of was Cindy. My heart was pounding in my chest as I picked my cell phone back up. I was so angry that my hands were shaking as I dialed the phone. After like my 3rd time of trying to push the right buttons I finally got it to work. It went direct to voicemail.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? YOU BETTER BE GAWD DAMNED HOME BECAUSE I'M GOING STRAIGHT THERE."

I didn't actually yell it, I just sort of said it through gritted teeth. Needless to say, she wasn't home when I got there. In fact, I didn't see or hear from her for a couple of weeks. She never showed up to work again, but Audrey later said that she had finally called just to let her know she had quit. I heard from her eventually and it was pretty much as I had suspected. My money from that weekend was long gone. She was sorry.

Things were just never the same again after that. I mean, I still spoke to her now and then. And I'd get the occasional bit of gossip from a mutual friend or a cop/customer. The latter was usually about her getting arrested again for something. Funny thing though - I have always maintained contact with her grandmother. We call each other every couple of weeks or so just to catch up. Nice lady. We don't agree on much, but we both worried about Cindy in our own little way.

And that's it in a nutshell. It's all ancient history to me now. I can work with her, I just wouldn't trust her with 50 cents, let alone my wallet.

CJ

Guys Are Really Cute When They're Giving You Things - Follow Up

OK guys, I just wanted to take a quick break here in the middle of my exciting story of my first day at work to reveal the correct answers to my post on favors.

I tried explaining earlier that when I originally wrote that, I didn’t consciously try to create 2 matching sets of favors given and received. But luckily, it was close enough to make a game out of it! So here is a better explanation of the favors I have received throughout the years in this business.

(BTW – Please feel free to compare these to that turkey you got from your boss on Thanksgiving and then tell me who has the better job)

Insanely generous tip – Handjob on his boat
This is another one of my “Cindy” stories. You see, after receiving the “insanely” generous tip in question, Cindy and I were invited to go on the boat of one of my SD’s (Sugar Daddy). Towards the end of the day, Cindy and her SD went downstairs into that cabin thing so they could fuck like bunny rabbits, leaving me and my SD drinking beer up on top. Well after a couple of beers I was feeling a bit frisky. So after fetching us a couple of cold ones, I casually reached over with my left hand and undid his pants. He gave me a look, but didn’t complain as I pulled his dick out of his pants and starting working it. So there I was – beer in the right hand and his cock in my left. I worked him for a bit and he finished just in time for me to grab a refill.

Car wash - Lunch
This was one of my young “fans” who wanted to do something nice without spending any money. I took him out for lunch as soon as he was done, so I wouldn’t feel like I owed him anything the next time we were in session.

6 months of my cell phone bill – Undying gratitude
I didn’t ask him to, but I do confess that I had spent enough time complaining about my bill in front of him. It was a nice gesture, but kinda creepy at the same time – so I didn’t want to go out of my way to acknowledge it.

Car payment – Harley Davidson leather jacket
I saw this as more of a loan than a favor, so I returned it with something of equal value. The fact that the jacket was a gift from a customer is neither here nor there.

Every CD from the band Dirty Looks – Free 45 minute session AND dinner
I LOVE this band – and he really went out of his way to find all those CD’s since you can’t buy them in the store anymore. I was so thankful that I took him out for dinner immediately after giving him a free session.

Fixed a speeding ticket – Butt release
This was a classic case of “I know a guy who knows a guy…” with one of my Regulars who was a lawyer. He placed a couple of phone calls and gave me a detailed list of instructions I had to follow to a letter, and it all worked out. Even though he was a lawyer, he never tipped me extra – so I gave him a special treat at the end of one of our sessions by handing him the bottle of oil, lying down on the table with my ass up and telling him “It’s all yours…”

Free hotel room – Thank you card
The guys used his free “miles” – what more do you want?

Play Station 3 – Breast Release and a free 45 minute session
He called it his “Finders Fee.” LOL I figured it was the least I could do considering he had to hit a dozen stores before finding one.

New clothes – Undying gratitude
I love new clothes and will always accept them as a gift (except for black T-shirts which I can’t stand). This is probably the most common gift I get from customers (jewelry is second).

2 new car tires – Nothing
Now this was a weird one. I once had a blowout on the way to work, and ended up driving around on that donut tire for about a week before I had time to buy a new one. This 1 customer who always gave me the creeps comes in one day with 2 (TWO!) tires. 1 tire makes sense. 4 tires make sense. But 2 tires which I didn’t need or ask for????? Come on!!!!! Plus, he was the kinda guy who expected a blowjob for something like that.

Foot rub – Hand job in the bathroom
This was one of Trina’s Regulars who I’m friends with. He once came in to see her and ended up giving me a foot rub while waiting for her. I absolutely LOVE getting my feet rubbed – probably more than sex. No kidding. He did such a good job, I took him in the bathroom and took care of him right there.

Prada purse – Facial
This started off as a joke between me and a Regular. He was going to NYC and asked if I wanted anything. Well, after a bit of joking around we came up with the agreement that I’d let him jerk off on my face if he came back with a Prada purse. Now before you all start laughing about how it’s probably a $30 knock-off from Chinatown, I know how to spot an imposter. It’s all in the stitching on the inside and the layout of the pattern on the outside. Well, he brought it into our next session. After thoroughly inspecting it inside and out, I shook his hand, congratulated him, got down on my knees and said “Just don’t get it in my eyes.”

Now that just leaves the “Back rub” as the last of my favors that I give away. But as I said before, the list’s don’t perfectly match. The free massage is one of the most common favors I’ll give, but it’s usually only given to family and friends. It doesn’t make sense at the Business since customers still need to pay Audrey the Session Fee, so if I want to do a customer a favor for any reason, I’ll usually just give him an extra option.

So now you guys all know how to get my attention! Next week I will provide you an address to which you can start sending me tires and black T-shirts.

CJ