Valentine

Rather than spending the V day with somebody, I picked somebody to receive my V day gift instead. That somebody was Caroline of course. I don't book people on V day because she may be expecting too much. And if everybody wants her I may be rejected if I'm not the top dog. I'd rather spend some quality time with her before the day.

I read that a working girl suggested a sun catcher as a gift idea. If you don't know what's that like me, it's a congregation of prisms to defract sunlight into rainbows. I picked a big crystal that is beautiful to look at all by itself. I bet she prefers a gift card so I included both. The crystal is like flag planting at her home so she remembers me all the time. This is small, beautiful and functional; I hope she has no reason not to hang it near the windows. I made a V card too that resembles a past Visa campaign if she is old enough to remember.

I think she lives on a previous street lamp manufacturing site. The manufacturer is still there but part of the site was converted into "apartments". According to satellite photos, there is a row of longish warehouses and I think they turned into two houses each on either end. Some homeless people camped nearby on the walls of the manufacturer where nobody cares. On the other sides, there are apartments for singles and two-level residential buildings.

Actually, her apartment is not bad at all. She is a bit proud to say "my house". Around all the chaos, her apartment complex is rather green; there are trees providing plenty of shades. There are even plants in the front yards! You don't know it's a row of converted warehouses. The size of her apartment is good. One apartment building in central Santa Monica has a kitchenette, a bed with a tiny bit of extra space as in a small hotel room. Her bedroom combined with the lobby and living room is rather spacious in comparison. She has a good-sized kitchen that is also a walk-in closet and probably the dining room too. She has a bathtub in her bathroom; some new boutique hotels have just a shower stall.

Security is a concern for a young white girl in that neighborhood. But it's way better than some anonymous giant apartment buildings when you have to go through multi-story car parks and the cramped lifts. Her house is the first on the complex with an entrance right on the street, opposite an elementary school. If she finds someone to escort her home in the evenings there's no reason to fear.

As she has no one to impress, that is really a sufficient place to live. If she has rent protection, there's really no reason to move.

Maybe she's happy there. When I started I lived above the printer's and almost moved above a frozen food store. But a lot of lesser women than her would love to live in a 3-bed house, push a stroller every other day and shop. I guess there's a price to follow your dreams.

She slipped that she came here at 14. If that's actually 18 or 19, she is just about 30 now.  This makes her more special; looking like a teen model at 25 is a lot easier than 30. She is so nice to look at, particularly naked.

I asked her if she really lives there; she showed me her cat's toy. But the cat looked so different. Maybe last time she was hungry and a haircut was long overdue.

Hollywood 2

Caroline ran out to open the gate in a school PE uniform with a t-shirt and a short. It was natural in the suburbs but surreal in East Hollywood. She is too pretty for that. She was as pretty as the last time I say her even without her styling gel on her short hair, now looked more like a school girl cut.

Her house is so close to the entrance that I felt weird. Now maybe it was a converted garage; they fenced off the old driveway and convert everything in the old compound into living spaces. They also added steps in front of the garage so it didn't look like a garage.

At this point, still, I was expecting her apartment to be a sanctuary amid the East Hollywood chaos. But it was not to be. When you enter the door, you can see a small bed next to the wall by the street. There is a partition wall so there is a living "room" area leading to the "bedroom" area. The kitchen is wide open to the "bedroom". Behind the partition is the bathroom. So everything is square with little separation. There is a narrow long bench table along the living room with a slim but old portable on it. There is stuff everywhere.

This is certainly a woman's house. I can't say that the stuff is neatly piled up but if it were a man's house, it would be a chaotic dump. One wall in the "kitchen" is devoted to hanging clothes with bags, more than any typical walk-in closet in California. The tower hanger in the bathroom is occupied with layers of something like scarfs.

Her apartment is very lived in, like for a long time. Everything is old, bathroom rub, bed sheet.

Under the outdoor sun, I realized that she is a bit out of place in California. Her skin is too pale for a native, amplified by her short.

Basically, we did the same thing last time in a 4-star boutique hotel instead of a converted garage with piles of stuff. We kissed standing up until I peeled off her clothes. I kissed her perfect breasts and went down on her. When the tension seemed to be diminished, I went down further on her legs but she seemed to be guiding me back to where I was. I really don't know what kind of finishing school she came from.

In my mind, I prepared different scenarios of how I would ask her to wash her feet and how to torture her.  But I had no desire to check the bathroom and there would be too many obstacles to lift her out. And there were too many things to do and too little time of 30 minutes.

I flipped her over to go for her starfish. This time she knew to lie comfortably while I did my things. I sort of hinted to ask if she minded. Not only that she didn't, she was enjoying it, turning on a subtle soundtrack.

This time I came fully prepared. I enjoyed the blowjob looking at her and not looking, knowing that she wouldn't stop unless I told her to. And I didn't need to stop her because I was invincible until she slipped in her hands. For the ride, I took the effort to check her out like a piece of art or a piece of porn so I could remember her better. Since I didn't tell her to stop, she was trying to make me and herself cum. I could see on her face that it would be hard but it could be working if I let her try. Instead, I put her down squarely on the bed, went on top, put myself in her and started kissing.

I pounded her a lot harder than last time while kissing her. Practice and mental preparation works. Her "bed" was a bit bouncy so there was a lot to show for my effort. So we went up and down, up and down with her juice flowing all over. This time it was her who vacuumed me to keep our lips together while I concentrated on the pounding. It was so lovely to look at when I remembered to open my eyes.

When I was about to finish I needed so much concentration that I had to let go of her lips and held her tight. Then I collapsed on top of her and inside her. She held me like that until I got off to clean up. The cat was in the bathroom then.

Again she held my neck to kiss goodbye. I liked her just the same but the lovely feeling was distracted by overwhelming thoughts about her everything. She is more like a struggling actress in Hollywood than a struggling model. I was less sure about the tension in her body but the juice had to be real. The effort she put on her face had to be real. And fortunately, she didn't talk a lot and there was little chance acting.

She wrote about wanting to be a nurse in her profile and she did look like a nurse. Remember Rebecca? I was going to talk to Carol about what I know about nurses and she could be living near a hospital. But one glance at her nails I know that she couldn't be.

First, is she overcharging me and by how much? When she comes to our 4-star hotels she worth every bit of the money she charges. Now if she is desperate enough she can just advertise on Backpages and get more money per day than the hassle of traveling through the traffic. I can handle this by not dealing with it. It's not my business to deal with it. As long as she is giving my money's worth like the first two times, I can't fault her.

I'm honored to be invited to her home. She does like me one way or the other. Maybe she invites everybody who will come. Maybe she picks those who can blend in, like boyfriends, friends and casting agents. At least she feels safe about me but maybe she is desperate enough.

Is that really her home? She could be borrowing a girl friend's home, but who will let somebody fuck with strangers on her bed? Some desperate people? Is that really her bed? Such a seemingly classy person has to be desperate to let nasty people leaving nasty things on her bed. Unless it's nice people she likes.

Can such a young pretty girl live alone in that part of the city? She could be living with her boyfriend but she probably won't be that passionate. Maybe her boyfriend doesn't know. But the bed is too small for two. It's hard to hide things but I didn't check.

Now I doubt if she can afford such a good booker. Maybe it's those sort of mentors taking care of new girls. Maybe it's one of her friends. Maybe it's Chanel 2 whose turn of duty to do the bookings. Maybe it's herself all along! Wow, such a simple and useful revelation that never dawned on me.

Next time I know what to look for if there is next time. Certainly, I like to go to her home if she allows me. So much connection. I'm not a lot better than I had to let go of Chanel 2 last time. But I can find something to sell, or can I?

The player goes to Hollywood

I saw the ad of a young blonde that pleased my eyes. But my jaws dropped when I got her price list. So I asked around if she's worth it. Certainly, a guy responded with similar responses from others. I saw that his conquest included more of the same that I haven't met so I couldn't resist asking him to recommend someone else before this young blonde come visit again. He just gave me a full shortlist that is strongly recommended; I drooled on their photos before but he gave me a push to really engage.

Girls of the same type usually don't come out to play all at once. Somehow they spaced out each other for the availability whether they belong to the same booker, agency or independent. But in that week, all of them arrived though not on the same day but with overlapping. They came and go but I had the opportunity to engage the last on his list.

Being at the end of the list, maybe she's the oldest at 25 or she's the most expensive. I barked at her high price but I wasn't surprised. Chanel 2 billed a brain surgeon $700 for 30 minutes. And I don't want to know how many thousands these sugar babies bill their daddies.

Claimed to be 25 and a model, Caroline looks like a white blonde teen model - leggy long limbs, small chest, streamlined, stylish neck length short hair. I booked her for half hour to see how it's possible, a teen model at 25.

She didn't disappoint a tiny bit. Maybe I missed the word fitness before model. Every vegetarian over 25 will die for her body. She has just enough makeup on to highlight all her good features; you have no idea if she has anything to hide. Her stylish short hair compliments everything else. She is a Barbie doll.

I think I'm qualified to write the escorts' playbook. They all seem to follow what I've been writing, lol. Before I could think of anything else, she walked into me, arms around my neck, and starting kissing me, the DFK type.  Now, that's count as the first kiss that you may remember for the rest of your life and she did it with flying colors, or you can say a lot of tongue and passion.

I eased the tension and passion a bit to see if that's too much for her. But no, she just kept coming and kissing. We just stood there fully clothes. I am not a clock watcher but sure she held the record.

Then I couldn't resist checking her breast and they were perfect if you like those. I ping-ponged about big and small, fake and real. My current settlement is on model type small ones, real ones, as long as they look and feel great. Perfect. I pulled down the shoulder strap on one side of her top to release her left breast. Then we continued marathon kissing with something more to grab on to.

At first, I thought she mistook my booking to be for one hour. These things happen; people just think the best out of me when they see me. But then the way she just went for it may be the way to save time - no ice-breaking conversation, no sanitary rinse. She is highly motivated by her really really expensive rate but I didn't break my bank - a win-win.

She is a local all-American girl but I doubt if she got her training, or the lack of it, from somewhere else. When we all got naked in bed we started kissing all over again. When I was dinning on her she seemed to be very tense and wanted to cum. Or that's the way she wanted to get her juice flowing without any help.

And if she's onto something that I enjoyed, she would keep at it as long as I was good. That's how she let me ate her, how she blew and how she rode me. She didn't think about time; she always waited for my instruction to proceed to the next stage.

She has lovely feet and toes too; totally expected for those long slender limbs. I did take the effort to notice that she walked barefoot. But it was Hyatt. So I went for them anyway but not all the way; her big toe was slightly salty. I noticed that it may be the US version of boutique hotels; big-name luxury hotels mushrooming up in expensive neighborhoods but with small footprints, don't even have bathtubs.

She took on the doggie position when I just wanted to admire her ass closely. So I had a nice view of her pink starfish when I was admiring intimately. She was very comfortable with it and kissed me just the same after, lol.

She is the perfect replacement for Apple, though a very expensive one, who would come down low after all warmed up riding to kiss me eye to eye. And after she put me in carefully and all the warming up, I wouldn't do anything else without access to her face, or precisely her mouth. So I got on top of her, put one arm around of her neck and started kissing and pumping at the same time.

After I cum she was very comfortable with me staying on top of her and inside her for the warmth. She caressed my back too as if she had no concept of the clock. When I thought that was too much too long, I pulled out and rolled over; she rolled into my arm and held me close.

I didn't want to give her too much hope of upgrading to VIP status, this time or next. So I retreated humbly to the shower room to clean up after giving her a peck on her forehead. As a routine, I asked her when she will be available again. But she was trying to tell me something different, like what day of the week is more convenient for me. I didn't know what to say and she didn't think it matters to pursue. The importing thing is, she put her arms around me and kissed me goodbye, a deep one, making sure that I will be back. I usually do after that.

After that encounter, I thought about her all the time. I drove in autopilot mode, the rare courtesy one. I have to stop myself smiling at the inappropriate time. I have the feeling of falling in love when I wasn't even looking. I discovered Chanel 2 when I was actively auditioning a lot of girls. If she kissed me like that I would have sold everything to keep seeing her again.

Caroline did say she liked me but I just took it as the other compliments like I am good (at oral sex). I didn't take those seriously and I didn't give her the chance to go into more details. But I think she has to like me somehow to kiss me that much. Even if she is desperate to keep well-paying clients, she doesn't need to do that much.

Caroline is everything that I have been looking for when I was looking. She treated me better than all the Chanels. I don't know how pretty she is without makeup, but shoulder to shoulder, she can blow the others away. Well, everything except the price.

Before I went home that day, I decided to impress her that I'm not cheap, but I'm not paying her full hour price either. I decided to do two half hours back to back, the 2nd half when I fully recovered from that day. I knew her overhead isn't the same but I had a hunch that she is different.

I saw her after the 666 crash. On the day of the 1000 crash, I texted her helper to book her again. It was a long shot since no response is the usual response. But soon, the reply is yes but I have to see her in her Hollywood apartment. Wow, that is more than I am looking for, a local girl that is not escorting full time but available every day. With her own place, I could be paying her close to Chanel, my truely ATF.

Despite my urge to drive to LA immediately, it was an impossibility as I have to spend 4 hrs round trip in the traffic to see her for half. But I was paid to go to LA the next day. So I checked everything and made the booking. With Google Maps' help, I was good at crossing and getting into LA in all directions. And I know when to trust it and when not to.

Her helper told me to text her to confirm the next morning. But in the evening I almost missed his (or her) text. I was so worried that the appointment was jinxed. I bragged about it vaguely in some obscure forums. I replied only to find out that she wanted to know if I was allergic to cats! OMG! A cat! I was so worried! Of course not!

I felt so good that she thought about me and the next day appointment in the evening. I bet she was planning for everything perfect. Of course, I thought of her all the time. I felt so VIP when her helper asked, "Half hour?", when I made the booking.

I have to say this booker/helper/screener of her is so good. Now if Caroline is not working the whole day her helper shouldn't be on call all day to take care of a cat. And if Carol is working the whole day she won't be thinking about if me and her cat will get along. Amazing.

That is not all. When I first book Carol, her booker just told me that she was Chanel 2's booker too. WTF? I saw Chanel 2 once over a year ago. I did try to book her again maybe twice but her old booker passed her to her new booker.  And that's how he remembered me? I don't buy it. Of course, he checked my history to see who I saw. But he would have to do it all the time. Why me? Why Chanel? Maybe I'm famous without knowing it. I do bullshit on other platforms but not like this. Maybe he heard about me spending a thousand or two on Barbara. I would be more comfortable with that. I replied that Chanel 2 is great but Carol is amazing; I didn't want to say the wrong thing.

I was supposed to check-in at 9 am but I got a text from her booker 5 minutes earlier. What a booker she has! And I was supposed to report when I started heading over to Hollywood. Wow, that much work? Or she was that thoughtful or careful? I understand, if I am not so good at crossing LA at will, I won't promise to go there in the middle of the day. There is a narrow window of possibility and not even locals will be certain of it.

I knew Hollywood is an interesting place especially the eastern part where her "apartment" is. I didn't really believe she lives there; it may be a motel, a private apartment rented out hourly for that purpose or her friend's house.  You don't bring a stranger home after a one night stand. Maybe she just liked me that much or she's desperate.

The closer I got, the more I believed that she lived there; there is no reason for doing business there. I was expecting her to be living in a stylish minimalist apartment in a lower rent or even run down part of town. I parked in a busy strip mall and got her address. I should have walked because it would be impossible to find parking space. But being in the middle of the day, I saw one opening. I had to practice my long lost cross-Atlantic tail-first parking. I succeed maybe the 5th time. It wasn't too bad. I got the 1st half right so all I had to do was going back and forth a few yards each time to practice turning the wheel sharper. And nobody was watching, I hope.

To say that her apartment is behind the white picket fence is a stretch. The color is far from white, if it ever was, due to age. It's really not a fence but large pieces of wood to hide the chain fence at the back. And everywhere is flat without any buildings. I came across these apartments before. It is a fenced area or you can say a gated area with a few to tens of structures, be it traditional houses, two-story or more buildings, or any other converted structures. I had fond memories.

Her apartment is on a narrow street right opposite an elementary school. I tried to open the fence gate but it was locked. Just when I was wondering I was at the wrong apartment, Caroline ran of her house to open it for me.