Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Meet the playmates

Playmates past and present

Playmates on call

I was thinking about a simple web page to maintain interesting links. But a playmate yet to be named inspired me to do a simple blog entry, instead of geeky blog rolls. She writes about the deeper side, whatever it means, of an escort, which they will rarely tell you as a client.

Clandestine Call Girl is productive. You got to see all sorts of things in a call girl's life, when she also has to hide her secret life from family and friends. But she doesn't allow feeds I think. I guess she has to occupy one whole tab on my browser.

Gillette is a highly unusual courtesan, but we can all learn a thing or two from her long experiences.

The most intellectual, most interesting, most refined programs on TV are - advertisements. I doubt if they can tell you anything from their hearts, but enjoy the contents as well as the sugar coats. You get to know how the other half plays. Just to name a few Sophia Ong and friends, Sasha Franco, Ebony Tales, and many more that I don't have time to follow.

And then the celebs like Jet Set Lara. Like her rates, her life adventures doesn't make much sense, and she knows it. But then she's famous. Tracy Quan wrote books. I have yet to catch up with her but I doubt very much if it's not just another Candyland (superficial) or Skin (irrelevant).

Jane is anything but a cour... cour... courte... She's telling us how she is having fun, with clients or for free. At times it read like a paperback novel. Compared to my writing skills, that is a compliment. Soon after she upgraded to a top of the range layout, she limited access to her blog, which made me wonder why. I thought she was on a popular contest. She never included me on her links page, so I don't think I'll get invited. But I can read Nobel Literature price winners' works in languages that you couldn't! Beat it.

I like Melinda most for her calling a spade a spade attitude. For the fee she charges, you can get an accurate picture of the life of a typical call girl - but nothing is ordinary in a call girl's life. Blog deleted!

Samantha is a novice finding her niche. She is a breath of fresh air - talking about expensive facials for example. Retired, inactive.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


I don't usually haggle on the phone. I'm not a good talker, and I'm a bad haggler. Once I tried to haggle at a small tire shop. Months and months later, when I fixed the leak in my high performance tires, I found out that they didn't give me new valves that cost a few dollars each. You get what you pay for is somewhat true in the playing field. Some girls will make sure of that to justify their concessions.

On the other hand, if it's up to them, the girls will charge what you can afford, rather than what they can offer. In some difficult cases, it's no use telling them that I read their reviews, and I know what they charge. Or, I said xxx recommended you to me and told me the price was xxx. That's useless. They just want to give me the VIP treatment, and charge me accordingly. I would say if there's any sort of good upsell, this is the best kind.

(On the contrary, I did meet some girls that give me the bare minimum, assuming that I couldn't afford them again. Some told me to call their private number in the mornings, when they were not doing agency work, for a better price so I could see them often if at all.)

I met a girl via a high price agency. Later I ran into her at another lower price channel. She didn't seem to be interested in seeing me. She didn't return my calls. If I wanted to see her, I still had to pay the higher price. We settled somewhere in the middle, but all she had in mind was to get back to the top. It didn't matter to her what her majority of clients paid. She didn't need me at all. If I didn't pay up, she could see anybody else but me.

If business is slow, or a girl needs urgent money to pay the bills, she may offer concessions. The difference is, if she offers specials, she will be grateful that you take it up. If you haggled hard for it, the money saved may not worth it. If you pay the normal price, and play the cards right, she may treat you as a VIP, hoping for a big tip, or for your repeating patronage. If you got a big bargain, you are not going to leave any tips, and you are not likely to come back at the normal price. You are cheaper.

On the other hand, there are so many talents. Who will you see next? Many johns don't see the same girls again, as if the next girl they see will finally be the perfect woman. They can't do anything about it. Once you let them know that you are interested in seeing them again, they are likely to sweeten the deal for you. Very often it's $100 off and the like (when the asking price is > $400). If you book them again, it's a sure thing. They will happily put you in the priority list. Indeed the higher new client price compensates for the risk of being rejected.

But money isn't the main issue. In the Internet age, they can't charge you a lot less than the other guys without them knowing - that's trouble. But they can offer a lot of other things to keep you coming back. Take kissing for example, I don't deliberately look for girls who kiss. If that appeared on her reviews, it must be 'true', and she kisses everybody. That's not a lot of fun. I had this girl, who must be at her low point, losing a lot of clients to the competitions. She kissed me for the first time after I had known her for months. After that, it was haggling all the time. From light to deep, then I brought in the tongue. It was mechanical at first, then responsive, to passionate. She couldn't take any back.

More often than not, I have to hint that I can offer them a lot more if they do what I want. TER is a disappointment to me. Very soon I found out that I wasn't attracted to the girls who would do things that I wanted, or actually many guys wanted. To get around it, I have to offer them very expensive facial and body plastic surgery. It's a lot cheaper if I find the girls that I'm attracted to, and tempt them into doing what I want.

I had this girl who is very non-business like. I paid her a very good price that I regretted. Not because she wasn't good enough, but I saw her more often than I expected. That hurt my pocket. I wanted to tell her that if she didn't offer something I that felt comfortable, I couldn't keep on seeing her; that's the truth. As she doesn't talk about money, I couldn't slip less money into her pocket or handbag. Anyway, she has an oral fixation. So I told myself it didn't hurt to see her a few more times.

It started probably when I offered to show her around her new neighborhood. I said I would take her to the beach and she said yes. I thought it was some sort of fancy talk without substance. But one day I called her after lunch - I really took her to the beach. I offered her coffee and some survival tips - bring lots of quarters for the meters and more importantly, for all the toilets around the beach. Then I went back to work! For that price, an hour in a hotel room wasn't enough for me. It had to be dinner dates, coffee dates, etc. But I wanted more. If I were to keep seeing her that often, she had to spend half a day quality time with me sometimes as a bonus. Indeed, in some circles, a night or a weekend in Vegas is a reward for loyal clients. The fee is symbolic or even free. Sometimes you just offer some play money for her to gamble - and split the winnings.

She offered to cook for me. I turned up at her house at lunch. It would be nice to fuck her after that. But nothing happened. She wasn't unhappy but hinted me to go back to work if I wasn't staying. So I went back to work. Once we even met after work at her neighborhood coffee house. Then I went home. I did fucked her regularly. I just liked her to spend more time on me. Just when I felt that I wasted enough of her time, when I was ready to and had to haggle, she told me she didn't want to take money from me anymore. That's another story. Suffice to say that it didn't work out. As I have said, I prefer to be the ones that are paying, rather than the one that's not.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Double Standards

Presidents playing dumb? Even without that normal guy act, I don't blame him. Everybody make mistakes. If somebody shoots at my planes for 10 years, I would have done something about it long ago. If somebody thinks that he has something dangerous for me, I would take his word for it. Strange enough, those who voted not to finish the job 10 years ago are getting away with it. That's a mistake - you have to anticipate that later a dumb president or the public turning dumb will have to start it all over again.

So I appreciate the guys working for me, mistakes or not. Most need information away from their home base. I try to tell them something as long as it's publicly listed. But sorry, using words like AFB doesn't get you any secrets. In some circles at least, the military guys are quite welcome. They check up frequently, more than anyone else I think. They are easy to please. Some just touched down, was driving to home or whatever, stopped by in LA to get a long needed release. Perhaps the young and the healthy add icing on the cake. I know that some guys just don't bother to change their uniform. If they have trouble finding the place they want to go, and often it's well hidden, other people in the know are happy to give them directions. When girls see them, no screening, no question, just understanding and even discounts.

Indeed I thought about doing just that - wearing a military uniform for an appointment. It's cosplay (costume play) at a higher level - sort of harmless impersonation. I don't know how it works out in LA, but sure it will work in Italy. I went to the wrong beach and became a soldier without any intention on my part. I didn't even look the part.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Professional Liar

You are attracted to her physically. You also like her character: with some geisha or courtesan flavor. Naturally you want to cross the line, if only to be a friend on the sideline, which would make the relationship more interesting. However, having any sort of relationship with a working girl is difficult. Just recently, I have read about very similar experiences from several blogs, from the horses' mouths. Although it's about their boyfriends, I would say just trying to be a partial friend would easily hurt your feelings. I'm not being negative here or blaming anybody; it's just the way things are.

There are so many reasons for the difficulty in having any sort of relationship with a working girl. I may have to come back to the topic later. But I can think of an eye catching title - lies. They are the professionals. They have to, to make you happier, and to make more money. That is their job.

I met a girl who dressed exceptionally modest. Indeed I don't know where she found the clothes from - pretty young girls don't wear that sort of things, could be from thrift stores of another country. A few months went by and she got worse. A white T-shirt that was not sexy, nor tight, nor making any statement, and a cheap jean. She even had a pony tail. I joked that the motel owner should check her ID. Somehow she told me that she was taking the whole seminar off. "So you can remain a college student forever?", I laughed.

And a few months went by. Now she was totally independent (?), living with her mother (?), doing outcall only (?). The question marks mean that it's according to her words. Now she could not hide her expensive taste in cars, because she had to drive around. In the beginning, she made sure you were in the room when she arrived so she could hide her car. She still wore fairly modest clothes. But soon it became too tedious and too difficult for everybody. So she didn't hide her car anymore, and didn't hide her expensive taste in clothes and whatever.

Then it dawned on me that she had been playing the college student card. But I never felt that she was a college student. I never thought about it. I had the feeling that she had dropped out long before that. It wasn't that she didn't look smart, didn't look educated, but I am sure she couldn't put her mind on books. And the time when she told me that she took the whole seminar off, I now understood that by her age, that should be the year she should have graduated. She did tried to stay a student for longer, and dressed to reinforce that. Indeed there are many students of some sort around. Many do use the extra income to pay for their education. But many are enrolled but don't bother to attend class. In her case I didn't think she would bother with anything.

Most girls of her caliber and background will buy an expensive car as soon as they can afford one. And she isn't the first to hide it. A couple of times girls asked somebody to drop them off when they first went out with me. Why? She actually told me that she wore very modest clothes for more tips. But I never thought of that. Could be true, but of course I like her expensive taste more. Sure, if she parked her car next to my humble car, and she put her shoes next to mine costing a fraction, I wouldn't have bothered to tip her $20 or $40.

But if she didn't try to be modest, I would have thought of the obvious question - why she works? But I know enough not to even think of the question, not many girls I know go all the way for the money to support their family, pay for tuition, or anything like it.

This is just one example of a long term lie to live up to. A girl I know well always made me wait in the motel for at least 20 min to over 40 min. I made her meet in the hotel nearest to her home but it didn't help. I would think she tried to fit in more clients and tried to avoid scheduling conflict by floating me around a bit. But she insisted that either she needed time to prepare herself, or she appreciated that I could fit in with her work/family schedule. I left it at that as I cannot know the truth, as long as she was reasonable. Then one day she was really late and I was really angry. I was about to explode when she arrived. She told me she took her mother to the hospital. I couldn't steam over that, could I?

Then a couple of months later, her mother went to the hospital again. I didn't know if she remembered that she used that excuse once before, and she never told me that her mother had some long term illnesses. Again I didn't believe her but I didn't argue. I always punished her by seeing other girls, until she called me up and made amends, without explaining the unexplainable.

Then one day we had an appointment made a few days before. On the day she was no where to be found. At the last minute, she called me and then turned up at the hotel that I prepaid. I was steaming but since the room was paid, I was really curious about what she had to say. If her mother went to the hospital again, I would have kicked her out immediately.

At first she didn't try to explain the unexplainable. I know that trick. It's exactly like the 5th. But in real life, if she remained silence I wouldn't pay her anything. So she said her cell was out of battery! Well, I saluted her in my heart. It was slightly better than her mother going to hospital again. For that she surprised me and she got to stay. I tried to remember the good times and did it one more time, if only for old time's sake. I was barely hard enough to finish the job.

Out of self respect, I never called her again. And I didn't hear from her again yet.

When I was younger, the concept of self respect is vague. But now I think I understand it. To be a working girl, you cannot respect yourself too much. Again I wasn't trying to be negative; it's something that comes with the job, making it hard to have any sort of relationship. That would be another entry.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Quality Porn

Screen shots above. I have similar feelings about porn - most are poor in various ways. But I'm a fan of the Japanese. If you haven't watch any before, this is a sample for you to watch and comment.

They have good quality actresses, cinema length movies. I can watch the whole thing without feeling bored. Though the angle is unmistakenly male. Often they pair up very pretty girls with unattractive middle aged actors, sometimes come with big spare tire for the contrast. So I'm not posting the male actors here.

As for the pen and ink type, I have been avoiding Hentai. They are so perfectly cute and provocative that I'm afraid to lose interest in the real porn, even in real people.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

My racing queen

I met a girl for the second time. When I opened the door, I immediately thought of those Japanese racing queens. There are lots of younger and prettier racing queens than the one in the picture. I picked her picture because she is more mature and hence her body is fuller than most other Asian racing queens, just like my new girl. But my girl is only 18 plus a few months - a Latina ripe as J Lo. If she bounces into an Asian queen, those skinny girls will fly off on impact.

My queen is very low profile, doing outcall only. I almost missed her altogether because she didn't return phone calls that much. The first time I saw her, she was walking up the motel in her tight jeans and stripper shoes. She isn't as skinny as she looked in her pictures, but she is J Lo hot.

The second time I didn't look out of the motel room window, because I thought there's not much to look at. But I was shocked when I opened the door. Well, the same stylish TV game style straight neck length hair like being cut by a knife. A surfer style head hugging jet black sun glasses. It's more like an Oakley than a Chanel, what a breath of fresh air. I don't remember what top she was wearing; it's definitely not a Bebe. I hate to admit that I brought too many Bebe's not for myself. I don't mind Victoria's Secret though. I couldn't have tell what top she was wearing because my eyes couldn't leave her skirt - a super tiny blue jean skirt just like that in the picture. It looked like that her skirt is going to explode any time. And the same stripper shoes as last time - her well manicured toes with appetizing vanish were fully exposed. I'll take (or fuck?) that rather than a pair of Chanel any day.

Well you may say it's rather tacky. I would imagine anybody looking out at the parking lot will drop their jaws. I never saw anybody else dressing like that walking in and out of motels at lunch. But she's only 18, and the outfit goes very nicely with her body.

I wouldn't take on these young girls easily, especially as good looking as this one. But I knew she would give oral pleasure without barrier. This is not important, but it shows that she will not be as afraid of germs as similar girls. She wouldn't kiss, that didn't surprise me. But I can kiss her anywhere else (with one exception). She even allowed me to wash her feet thoroughly. They are soft like coming right out of a foot spa. If she didn't tip toed from the bath tub to the bed, I would have brought out the nuclear option. May be next time.