Strictly business 2

It couldn't begin more business like than Chanel. I saw her picture, video, got her work history and fluctuating fee history, and a bit of rumor even before I saw her. The rumor was that she pushed a client off her, saying time's up. The client must be that much crazy about her, or he was on something.

I waited but she was doing well at the time. So I booked her finally. I saw enough of her relatively glamorous pictures and photos. But even in her thrift store clothes, I was still somewhat impressed.

There wasn't much to say about the encounter. I gave her a kiss on the cheek. It must be too wet for her and I caught a glimpse of her wiping off her face with the back of her hand, as soon as I nibbled down her neck. She stayed after cleaning up, while I was still recuperating naked in bed. She was fully clothed by then. I could see that she wasn't patient. I was sitting naked across the table with her, checking her out all over again. There wasn't anything else I could do. As soon as I asked her private phone number, she was too ready to give it to me, and at the slightest hint from me that she could go, she left happily.

After two months maybe, I thought of her, came up with a number more appropriate for her performance, called her and made the proposition. She accepted. More of the same. But last time she grabbed my bare dick and blew away as if condom was never invented. This time she put a condom on me first as if it had been invented for thousands of years. She acted so natural without hesitation in any case that I didn't thought of the difference at the time. At the end, we both sat naked across the table and chatted. I am always glad that I can remember what I have done to this naked woman across the table, at the same time I hated her using this tactic to make me come back for more. She should concentrate on the session instead.

I might have given her up if not for running into her via the cheaper agency. I called her later but she didn't answer the phone. Reluctantly I booked her through the agency, not knowing what she would react or think. She didn't even smile, perhaps thinking I would blame her for cheating me, selling at a higher price. After she finished her routine and I finished mine, I gave her a fee at the middle of her extremes. And I asked if I could call her in private. She gave me her new number.

After a month or two, I though of checking her out again if she had improved. She hadn't. She complained about the difficult to find location of the hotel, which was next to the freeway. She complained at the parking lot entrance, talking to me on her cell, that there was an occasion at the hotel so the parking lot had a line of guest waiting to get through the ticket system. Of course she was late for something later, and in a hurry.

I thought I was generous to give her half the money so she could leave immediately without doing anything. But that humbled her and I didn't know exactly why. Maybe that was a form of rejection. Maybe the chance that I would call her again was zero. Maybe to her it was losing half of the money that she would otherwise have got.

We ended up sitting side by side on the bed. She was an angry little girl who wouldn't do or say anything. I gently pushed her a little toward the direction of the door, to show that I have no hard feelings if she left. But like a angry little girl she wouldn't budge, hanging onto her place on the bed like a stone, with lips pointing downwards. So I fucked her instead.

I had been hinting her with no ambiguity that her performance and price didn't match. If I didn't feel any better I would rather book her through the agency at the bottom price. Though I would be happy to give her whatever she deserves.

This time she did a reverse missionary to me, with sound track too. Actually it was rather good that surprised me. But it amused me also. Women do that only if they have a large pool of styles and variations to draw upon. I wondered how she could keep that up next time, repeating the same routine and sound track? She asked if that was good. I gave her the money for a good performance, but said with a smile that wasn't enough. What I was really thinking why these girls don't listen to me the client doing simple and effective things, instead of learning these tricks half heartedly?

Again a month or two passed, she was my top pick for visiting my home. She said it was too far, too much trouble to hide from the neighbors and too little to compensate for all that. I had no problem dropping her.

A long time passed, I thought she might just be better. I thought she lived near the beach so I booked a motel there so she couldn't possibly be late. But she wasn't that close, and the route leading into the small beach had bad traffic. She was late as usual. But it was rather atmospheric. She in a pony tail, next to no makeup, plain white T-shirt and jeans. Air was salty. Motel was tiny and ultra basic. It was like a teenage couple (by looking at her alone) having a secret affair, in a dirt cheap motel by the little beach. And when she wasn't naked talking to me across the table, while walking out into the parking lot, she would turn around and said "call me!", which is a cross between begging, a question, and an order, then turned back and never looked back.

Then I began to see her more often. Every time there would be some little games to see who got more out of it. Once she said she needed to see the basketball game on TV, and gave me the upset face. So we watched together while I was doggying her. Once I pulled the TV plug in secret, and she was very frustrated. (Many months later she told me that her work is on online sports gambling.) Once I gave her tips enough for 1/3 of a complete first class manicure and pedicure. I told her I would really be happy to give her the full fee, but I couldn't bear the thought of sharing all those nails with others while I paid for all.

Once I reminded her that she didn't use the condom to blow me the first time while I was paying more. She never used it since. Once she brought out a pack of mint and put some in my mouth. The rest is history. I couldn't help sucking the hell or her tongue out of her every time.

Boyfriends 3 1/2

Alternative endings.

In the Tracy Quan novel, she married a rich banker but didn't stop hooking. It seems to be an awkward story line but perhaps there's not much real alternatives. A banker must have asked her for a prenuptial agreement. Since it's too easy for the marriage to fall apart, it's best to work while you can to save some money.

Rich is relatively speaking. A house by the beach costs a few million. Half of that isn't that much. If you divorce it's less competitive than unmarried gold diggers. Again, saving extra hundred grand or two or three isn't a bad idea.

In Chanel's case she couldn't accept the marriage, which is always on offer. She rather held on to the benefit of having a rich boyfriend, keep the cards and the car, and continues working if she likes to. If she get married the first thing she has to do is to get pregnant. He's passing his prime soon. That's the unsaid condition attached. To her that's the end of her working life, and the end of her life as she knows it.

I would think it's easy to sign the paper and then quit. There's not likely to be a prenup and she would get half. But she couldn't do it. That's plain cheating. She has her family reputation to think about. If she doesn't take this chance, she may do a lot better but not a lot worse. She couldn't give up her reputation for a million, or two or three.

But if her boyfriend gave her a few years before having children, I think she will definitely try it. There's little difference compared to a girlfriend and she will get half at the end, if she still doesn't want to have children.

There's more to it. His whole family is against her, treating her as a gold digger. He doesn't approve of her circle of friends, the circle who don't know that she's a hooker. When he left town for business, she went with her friends to Hawaii. He tested her and she failed, even though her mother covered for her. That's what he needed to break up.

To her, rich is natural, included by default in a husband. Otherwise, did she work for nothing? She couldn't say good things about him. Good looking is out of the question. I may have seen him perhaps - there's not that much good Japanese restaurant in this part of town. They weren't that close as she didn't find him easy to talk to. With friends, she could close the door and talk all day or night. Her mother doesn't care about the smoke as long as the door is closed. I had the luck to call her out once when her hair is full of smoke.

As for the easy of breaking up, Pretty Woman said it all. Sooner or later you will run into old clients, who still wants you, or want to take advantage of the situation . For reasonably unforgettable girls such as Chanel, you can imagine how many guys know her and how many will recognize her.

Chanel didn't care to leave her old life behind. She kept seeing her old friends like Joann, her old buddy. Maybe she is always thinking of coming back to hooking full time. Maybe she can talking anything with her. One day she had dinner with Joann at a place convenient to her work. She never stopped working full time. It's unlikely for anyone to remember Chanel as she didn't work in the area for a long time. But people recognize Joann at the restaurant and couldn't stop themselves from going up to Joann and asked to be introduced to Chanel, assuming she's game. They knew it's a very bad thing to do, but they couldn't help themselves.

Boyfriends 3

The rich boyfriend who doesn't know (that her girlfriend is a hooker).

When Chanel came clean on her boy friend, it occurred to me that the story is straight from the Tracy Quan novel. Even though I regard her as the professional liar, her story makes a lot of sense. I guess it's common for hookers to have a rich boyfriend? Not? And I didn't understand why Jane didn't believe it.

For the "rich" bit, if you are anywhere successful as a call girl, you are not working just for survival, but for money, perhaps lots of money. And since it's not likely to work out, why waste time on a poor guy? And because of self esteem, you are not expecting the ideal man, why tolerate shit from a poor guy?

How come he doesn't find out? Richness also comes into play. He may want a trophy wife, or cute babies. Other than that, he wants to keep part of his life private from his girlfriend. Maybe he's already working on mistresses who don't qualify for wives. His excuse is busy. They don't see each other that often, maybe some weekends or family occasions. She lives with her mother. He doesn't want her to think that she has to provide sex all the time in return for her spouse AE card. She doesn't want to look like a gold digger. Getting piles of gold cards but providing little in return doesn't count as gold digging. It's gifts with no strings attached. It's a perfect match. She has plenty of time to see clients.

How did she get a rich boyfriend? Clients are looking for call girls that they don't (or can't) date. With some experience, she can be everything for everybody. If you need class, it's pretty easy to see how the other half (the rich) lives. Unlike Compartment girl, if you take it easy, by not insisting on charging full rate for everything, you will get lots of invitations to top resorts, best restaurants in town, big boats, exclusive golf clubs.

In Chanel's case it's robbing johns to look good in front of peters. Each time I didn't pay her enough for a pair of her shoes, or sun glasses. But it doesn't take many johns to finance her wardrobe. She looks ultra high maintenance on big occasions, where big fishes would turn up, or someone would fix her up with someone.

Chanel's mother must be beautiful. She had a hard time bringing up her children, sometimes a single mother, but all turned up rather well except for the youngest Chanel. Nobody in her family knows that she is a hooker. Her sisters and half sisters married quite well, i.e., rich husbands. Her sisters have decent jobs and at least one even made a great deal of her own money in the booming years. They gradually moved up to Newport Beach or Newport Coast.

(Since I hate the ideal of becoming The Graduate, who is recognized by all hotel staffs, I tend to make use of cheap online deals to get random hotels every time. Chanel hated that as she has no sense of directions. If GPS were affordable as now, I would have given her one. But once she knew how to drive down to Newport Coast, the areas in between became easy. Before that she drove round and round but couldn't find Crown Plaza by the 405 freeway. Now Extended Stay America well hidden deep in Newport Beach was easy for her - she seemed to know the cross streets well. Or perhaps she gained a few clients in Newport Beach.)

When Chanel's brother-in-law went to South East Asia for business, her sister stayed for her job and the kids. But her brother-in-law would phone everyday and night to check on his wife! To make things worse, his wife would organize girls' (??) night outs when the husband is away. Anyway, Chanel has plenty of family and friends who could fix her up with somebody who is doing pretty well.

Rich boyfriends have higher potential for happy endings. But still it's hard for things to work out well. To be continued next time...

Boyfriends

Let me start with the most promising type that I saw: pretty boyfriend, partner boyfriend.

Let's call him Jack, and his girlfriend Joann. They are in it together, probably from the very beginning. He's the driver, the body guard. That's why I ran into them together once. He's medium tall, looked gentle, soft speaking, with a pair of intellectual eye glasses, sort of pretty, but too gay for many girls' taste.

I imagined that it's Joann's only way to keep him and settle him down at a young age - to sacrifice herself. They are a young couple who couldn't find things worthwhile to do. So Joan worked, got the money to enjoy life while they are young, and put him through college, or that sort of thing. I know they borrow from the Madam sometimes when business is slow, and Joann work it off. It's also Madam's way to maintain a steady supply of workers, rather than everybody becoming freelancers.

It's hard to explain. I think it's Joann's idea rather than Jack manipulating her into working. The last time I heard, they are still together after at least several years. Jack finished his college and got a job for 30K a year. It's not enough for Joann to leave work, especially when Joann wants a new Z3. While Chanel is breaking up with her boyfriend and losing her new 740 'company' car at the end of the lease. Joann was a college girl next door type. Now she bolted on a pair of double D's and carries on.

How do I know all these? You may have guessed. Joann is Chanel's buddy. And of course I fucked them both.

Chanel and Joann probably started together, but Chanel didn't give me the chance to say I knew. When I mentioned that Joann is pretty good, and that I saw her several times, Chanel would say she worked a lot longer than she did. They both worked for that Madam. Joann opted for a steady income and stayed with the Madam and several other agencies. Chanel had nothing to lose as she was living with her mother. And since her face is more outstanding, she got picked for a higher end agency for a while. That's when I met her.

Since I knew Chanel's history by asking around insiders, I didn't like the high end agency fee a bit. When I tried to persuade Chanel to skip the agency and go private with me, she refused but told me she could recommend a 'cheaper' friend to me, who must be Joann. But Chanel never introduced Joann to me. In this case introduction would be silly for Chanel. At that time if I met Joann I would certainly switch.

I met Joann by accident. An agent called me that he had a new girl that I must see. I screwed up big time on the traffic. The girl had other commitments when I arrived. So the agent called another girl to cover for the must-see girl. So I ended up with Joann, and I found out that the must-see girl was Chanel. The good thing was that, this agency was less high end than the agency that I used to book Chanel. So later I gave Chanel an offer that she couldn't refuse, without breaking my bank. And I got hooked on her.

Back to Joann. She's pretty but not outstanding. She is slender with some meat on the right places, slightly taller than Chanel and slightly heavier. I can remember her pale round tight bouncy bottom. I can say that Joann and Jack is not about great sex or are fuck buddies. It's more like companionship and comfort sex. How do I know? Did I say that I fucked Joann?

At the time, when Chanel didn't budge on her high end agency fee, I asked for Joann instead. Maybe I asked for her really because I wanted Chanel to know, and make her jealous. But certainly I liked Joann, so I had nothing to lose.

Of course Joann remembered me. Many girls tried hard to impress me (and others) at the first date, saying how much they appreciate my patronage and how eager they want to please me, and look at me with sparkles in their eyes. Many other girls maintain some distance and remain cool or lurk warm on first date. But if I asked for them again they will change dramatically. They may like me very much on first date, but the chance for average clients to ask for them again is pretty small. So they don't want to waste their effort or emotions. Joann is one of these.

So it's pretty easy to get Joann's private number. I called her the next week for a long session, on her freelance day. They always wear causals, plain enough to go in and out of residential houses without attracting attention. That day she got something special for me underneath. She deduced me with her cartoon panties and matching white socks.

The next time I called her, she didn't sound at all enthusiastic. She couldn't have forgotten about me. She told me in plain voice that she couldn't make it that day, but maybe the day after. May be Madam was around. But being me, I could imagine that Chanel wasn't happy, had some territorial issues with her regarding me, and that Jack wasn't too happy about me. It seemed to me that Jack is always around to make sure that her girlfriend doesn't run away with anybody, and to make sure that Joann wasn't enjoying herself too much. I didn't date Joann again for no particular reason. If we met that day things could turn out very differently.

Boyfriends who know what their girlfriends do would find it hard to deal with. But for Jack it's particularly hard.

What women want?

I came across an almost dead escort blog with the above title. She said, "Their searching to find that perfect equation of looks, personality and social status. That's makes for a happy dillusion." I was still thinking that she has something to offer. Then I realized that she really had to say "what women want to pick up from a bar?". I am fairly certain that she deleted this part from the blog recently.

A man who could make me laugh
Communication is a big factor
A good rough fuck helps in a relationship
He has to know how to talk to me
Communication is very important to me
I have met to many men that can't even express two words
Men really are clueless how to treat women, speak to them or even make love

Well, is that too much to ask to have a one night stand? Or is it too little to ask, one who could talk well in 10 sec, that's about the time she needed to decide if she would go to bed with him. Again she deleted that part.

And of course the all important man who can make me laugh. Is it that important? Or is it just another way to say that it's better not to have any delusions? If a woman has an eye for a man, she would give him chances to show all off his talents, including a sense of humor. Once in a blue moon I made a remark that made everybody burst out laughing. The girl who had a crush on me said that I rarely tell jokes, but when I do, it will be killing. I don't think it's the other way round. You don't develop a crush for a man mainly because he can tell jokes well.

Well, a man (and a woman) have about 10 sec to speak with his boss, 5 sec with his boss's boss, and 2 sec with the CEO. How far you go up the corporate ladder all depends on your performance in these crucial seconds. It's a bit cruel to have the same sort of stress level when picking up a one night stand off work. I would rather go to a dating agency, make a video and try to have a relationship instead.

She also said that woman can multitask, like juggling 10 oranges while man can only focus on one job. I think she's thinking about talking on the phone, while applying polish to her nails, and waiting for her toe polish to dry, while the pie is about ready in the oven. You really want to focus on one job one project, with a good enough reward that you don't need to multitask.

She didn't realize that the joke is on her. I swear that she deleted this part. That finally she picked up a hot guy, who can't express two words. She followed him to his home, startled by some noise while making out. It was his mother that he lived with. She freaked out and left.

Flight Attendants

I would say flight attendants are the perfect first jobs, if they also provide on the side. Because of the wide disparity of world living standards, there are lots of flight attendants that are gorgeous, well educated and beyond. Indeed if you have been a jet setter, you would have noticed the trend of flight attendants, reflecting (inversely?) the economic progress of the country where they were recruited. BTW, looking at the flight attendants, I always have a question in my mind. Can an airline recruits all of the crew from country B, if the international flight is between countries A and B? Because you can't get interesting recruits from US for the wage, can you?

First of all, I'm not saying that many of them are. These things occur in clusters, depending on the route. Some places do honor their flight attendants with the title flying providers.

A long time ago, I was at the grand opening of a Thai restaurant in Europe. I was shocked by how many tall gorgeous models they have, serving flawlessly in a fully jammed restaurant, in very glamorous Thai dresses. I wasn't surprised when I was told that they were flight attendants (whole crew hired for promotion during their day off). Models can't serve, at least not like that in a packed place. I think their dresses were their uniforms too. Certainly they are not providers, or they are way out of my league. I think a lot of them are not just coach flight attendants, but business or first class.

Some flight attendant positions are well paid (compare to their local standards), well sought after, requiring good education and nice appearance. If not, their chance of jumping ship say in US is too high. For this reason, we don't have Philippine domestics when they are all over the world. It's certainly better to disappear into the vast Philippine population in say LA than earning the domestic wage.

Part-timers have their attractions. It's unlikely to have double bookings, end to end bookings. Otherwise they would do it full time. Particularly for flight attendants, I would think their available time is very limited. Obviously many don't provide at their home base. Appointment is by referral.

These girls often go for the job for the romance associated with it - they can see the world. Once into the job, they find out there's more. As long as you are not at your home base, it's like Spring Break forever. You can be adventurous in dating without repercussions, tarnishing your reputations back home. Then you find out that the temptation is too great. An average girl can charge in US the same as a top of the range model back home. Soon you may find out that the whole crew is providing on the side, that's what I mean clusters. I have seen group photos of them like on vacation, then the middle man said, which one do you like?

Like Emma, they process some qualities that 19 year old drop outs don't have (I love them all though). They earn their living, they have a tough job, and they are not quitting on the first week. I have a cheap old luxury car, but that's OK with her. I had a nice house and a nice yard, but her town house probably cost her more than the price I paid for my house. Of course she like my house a lot more. I brought it a couple of years earlier that made all the difference. She drove a very modest car, very respectable. As far as providers go, she is the opposite end of the spectrum as Chanel, who drive a big not entry level luxury car, and can't shut her mouth and instinctively advise me to upgrade. But I've done that and grew out of it now. I think it's time to stop, I can go on forever. Incidentally, they are both American born, exiled and returned.