Which books sell?

Here is my list of best sellers according to Amazon sales ranking:

The ranks may be updated hourly and the ranks fluctuates widely for small sales volumes. You can see the list at Amazon. The ranks of these books are dropping rapidly, maybe due to the holiday season.

The first conclusion is that, history, economics, politics, and social sciences of prostitution don't sell. That's hardly surprising, so I never tried to write about morality of prostitution and legalization, not yet. What's surprising is that the top seller is an old book about tantra, the kind of healing that you can find in LA if you pay for an hour's time. But I think it's a fluke. The other books by the same Author doesn't sell. Maybe people confuse the book with the recent movie about Mary. May be the cover and title is just too intrigued.

Surprisingly, the unmistakable leader are the pimps. Sorry that we all lose out to the masters again. Not that many people have the qualifications and live to tell their story. Maybe it's not surprising at all. It's the usual male fantasy. For some it's their only role model. If you know what's an Annual Player's Ball, when you get your first credit card, you may rush to order the book and build a book shelf to put it on.

The call girl diary and confession type of books don't sell as well as I think. The odd one out is the ivy league call girl confession. Maybe it's new so the weekly sales volume are much better than those of Tracy Quan and her British counterpart Belle de Jour. However nobody knows how exactly the ranks are computed, and obviously the rank also reflects the total sales over the years. Obviously Tracy sold a lot of books via the book stores instead of Amazon, so she should be doing well since 2001(?). Also there are different versions of her same books that may be ranked separately.

For call girl books to sell, it have to be glamorous, like Tracy's books, or the fallen angel type like the ivy league book. Nobody is interested in Nevada brothels.

The surprising sellers are those self help books, you don't just enjoy the book, but getting something out of it. It's a worrying trend that "The business side of escorting" sells that well. Are there that many girls thinking of trying out escorting?

The old favorite turn outs to be client self help books. From how to be a better client to where to get laid in the world. It's not a surprise as there are many more potential johns than johns, and in turn many more than escorts.

So if you want to be popular, you have to appeal to the amateur johns and hookers. If you are an amateur john or hooker, you are also free from the stigmas of seasoned professionals. But then amateurs are boring, preferring to lurk around or mail order books. So the hero or heroin has to be a glamorous amateur, fallen from grace, who can't shut his or her mouth, and later turned into a glamorous pimp or madam.

The UK ranking is very different:

You can find the list also in Amazon UK. Note that these books rank a lot higher than in US. One reason could be that there are just more books in USA. Obviously there are more but not orders of magnitude more. I think the Brits are just more interested in prostitution.

However, the best sellers are those call girl dairy/confession books. And the Brits are hungry for new ones. Who needs help when the line is so easy to cross? If you want to try punting, there are so many places you can go on your way home, without fear or prosecution. If you want to try escorting, say if you are a student or a nurse, just call and join the local agencies which specialize in that.

Fatal Assumptions

I love beautiful feet, but that have to be the appetizer, the desert, or the icing on the cake. There's only one time that I answered an ad for foot fetish. She didn't offer any picture, but it was an incall so I could pull out if she didn't look good. The positive assumption is that these girls are short of money, beautiful enough not to sell her body to get enough money, just her feet. The negative assumption being that they are not good enough to compete with the mainstream escorts, offering a niche instead.

She has a small Hollywood apartment. She is playing the struggling artist card perhaps, with a large unfinished painting in the main room. Judging by her apartment, I think the struggling part is real. She is a rather plain woman next door, about 30. Her feet aren't that appetizing. What made me stay was the short skirt that she wore for me. She asked me on the phone if I liked stockings. No I told her, I only like bare legs. She was rather skinny and her bare legs turned me on. I assumed that offering her enough motivations, she would do everything.

Some say that women's feet are best after 30, losing all the baby fat, before you can see blue veins, dry skins, and bones on the toes. The shape of her feet aren't that good and she was too skinny too. She had red nail polish on that I didn't like. After some light kissing on her feet, I tried to go higher and higher up.

She pushed my head back down gently with her free foot time and time again. Being down there for a while, I began to realize that her feet smell a bit. Maybe she assumed that many guys like smelly sweaty feet. Maybe she assumed the chance that any guy staying wasn't that great. So she didn't prepare and wash her feet before every appointment.

I could have asked her to wash her feet. But there's nothing romantic doing it in her tiny untidy bathroom. Anyway it was too late. She began to push her feet flat against my face, coving my eyes, nose and mouth. I lost it. I have no interest carrying on any more.

Now I don't tell the girls anymore. I think Pru got it right. If a girl is good enough to be worshiped, I would start with light kissing, everywhere. Before that, a bath or shower, her alone or together, is great. It's greater if I can do all the washing for her. Light kissing will turn into a tiny hint of tongue work between my lips. If she survives, it would be light sucking and tantalizing licking.

Any more than that, her feet have to be nice enough to put me into a trance. Then, I guess like having an oral fixation, I would uncontrollably suck and lick all her toes and then some.

FAQ

Just need an update since Google Reader is dead.  The name change is an attempt at the opposite of totally unsearchable keywords to totally unique ones.  And for laugh.

How to contact you?

My email address is the.new.player at gmail dot com.  Any old contact information are probably still valid.

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A few layout fixes

Today I got down to fix a few problems on the layout since I upgraded to beta. In the process I lost my "virginity" to Nia.

Now I can move my icon back to the top again without screwing up the rest. They seemed to mix my old slightly custom template with the new layout with more complex xml. So I have to bring up an xml editor just to find the relevant section to edit.

I needed a reader to keep up with the blogs that I am interested in. Google reader is the logical choice since I don't really want one more account. I have a Google account already, though I turned down a Gmail invitation a long long time ago. The reader allows me to share other's blog items on my blog with a single click. These shared items on the left are the ones that I find interesting, or that I want to refer or response to.

I wanted to do the same for links, but I guess I have to get an account elsewhere. Same for Google Analytics, as it doesn't work yet. Though I added Google Comment and Notebook to help me keep track of the comments, and to copy links and contents with a single click. I use Firefox by the way.

I was looking for something simple to send me private messages. So I tried the popular Meebo Me. But it's too big for my layout so I made my layout bigger. While I was at it, I heard meeb meeb meeb. It was Nia Meeboing me. So there went my meebo virginity.

Experiments in porn

Never keen of watching porn with an escort. The ones in anonymous motels are too bad. The ones in hotels are not any better. I don't think escorts are keen of course. I had one girl who would, instead of cuddle time after sex, watch the free porn channel with me every time. That is the way to say she wanted me as a regular, but I preferred cuddling. It was like watching comedy and we all laughed.

Recently I had a girl that's willing to try to watch, probably she didn't watch that much. I downloaded a Japanese porn, with a pretty, model material, leggy actress, 25 to possibility 30. I think this can't go much wrong. Almost immediately she complained that the guy was too ugly, too fat. And she can't tolerate close up shots of the big ugly cock in action, and the vacant hole close by.

I understand, for the same reasons it take me a long time to progress from soft porn to more hard core porn. I think it's deliberate to pick very ugly, but fit or agile, guys to pair up with very pretty actresses, for the contrast. Or may be I shouldn't call them actresses, because most of these porns involve real sex - one take from foreplay to orgasm and ejaculation and then edit. There's no point to shoot different scenes separately like movies. It takes much longer to make and more expensive with no extra advantages. So I think it's hard to find talented male porn stars and that explains their appearances.

I used to be unable to watch cock shots, unless they are deeply inside pussies or mouth. But now I can accept a porn star licking lollipop, as long as her face is pretty enough. I can focus on her lips, her face, and her expressions.

OK, it wasn't working. I couldn't go anywhere near her. So I downloaded another one. This time a young couple. The girl is cute instead of pretty, looked 18 but could be twenty something. Some baby fat, small perky breast, certainly not model legs but cute in a way. Surprisingly, the music background is rather original, doesn't sound cheap, feel romantic too. The movie started with artistic nude shots of the girl, to bring out the fact that they lust each other and can't control themselves anymore.

Then some conversation while holding each other, under romantic moonlight and lantern light, and the romantic background music theme. It surprised me that I didn't laugh at all. The scene isn't short like a minute or two, and I have no clue about what they are talking about. Then the guy started to explore the girl's body with his mouth, hand and fingers, taking her clothes off piece by piece. She moaned loudly, realistically, and uniquely all along - the usuals.

I think it worked. I was holding my girl at her back, fingering her under her skirt and panty. Then the blowjob scene is coming up. I was looking forward to watch as I wonder how she behaved like a virgin and then moved on to blow like a porn star. But my girl is ready. You can't ask her to hang on. So I spooned her while she might or might not be watching. We both fingered her pussy at the same time.

It made me wonder if she was offended by big ugly cocks, or that the first porn star is too gorgeous.

Weird

1. I was MOMENTARILY attracted to Nancy.
2. I called up the most beautiful TS I could find and asked if she would fuck my girl friend.
3. I take my laptop into the toilet most of the time.

I think that was the moment when Nancy was ready for her HDTV news appearance. That is a good excuse to cover up all the rail tracks on her face.

I love the exhausted, totally consumed look in Chanel's face, like a porn star just after shooting a Japanese style movie. I also find that's the best punishment for her when she's behaving badly - getting much more out of her than I paid her. But with some experience behind her, it's very hard work for me to get her into that state.

I needed help. So I asked if she would like to try a threesome once more, but this time she has to let the other girl work on her. She refused. I thought this is a reasonable request as I know some girls on spring break hit on other girls just to try it, even though none of them are bi.

I brought a toy once, but she ducked out of it, saying that it wasn't a proper fun toy. I was thinking of bringing her to the adult shop and pick one together. I was also planing for the future.

I would like to use a real thing on her, doubling the power, like a mini gang bang party. But I don't think I can live with it. I can't do it with someone I know. I am too cheap to pay for a male escort. I will be too jealous if she agree to find one of her client to join. I hate to find out that she is nicer to other clients and performs better. I can barely tolerate the male star in porn films, in the flesh it would be worse. So I called up a beautiful TS and asked if she would do my girlfriend. With breast implants and often butt implants, unless 'she' is very short-waisted, it can't be bad looking at perfect the three dimensions and a beautiful face. After all, I'm not the one 'she' will be doing. I may not even tell Chanel in advance and surprise the hell out of her.

'She' made sure that she understood what I wanted to do, and turned me down flatly. After she hanged up, I knew I was silly and learned something. If they have any interest in girls, they need not go through that much trouble of looking like a perfect women. For the same reason, they are not that interested in gay men too. I don't think many of them want to be a perfect woman. It's a illusion that they are in the transition for the big operation. They like heterosexual men and they want it both ways.

I don't have TV in my bathroom. Anyway, TV won't be relaxing. Browsing the net, and catching up with blogging are. 5 to 15 minutes is some useful time to save. I don't think this habit is that rare, nor that weired. But I think telling you that, and to promote it, is weired.

Can't find 6 weired things of me without killing all of you. So let me tag 3 instead of 6 - Nia Scarface and Glengarry. They don't talk much about themselves. See how weired is Gillette, who tagged me.

To forget or escalate ?

I read with interest Nia's blog entry on regulars. Sure there are negative sides of having regulars, but I never thought much about it on the escorts' perspective. The disadvantages can be:

1. pull a fast one all of a sudden
   
2. escalating into freebie relationships
   
3. escalating into doing something weird

I don't think regulars are more risky than new clients in pulling a fast one. So it's up to an escort to maintain a healthy vigilance on regulars. The problem is that it's hard for some girls to let their guard off, if they ever do. Some girls actually bring this into play. Normally, girls keep regulars by good service. One alternative way is to pretend to be nervous, promising you everything next time and duck out of it with any excuse she can find. It takes a few times for you to realize that they are not going to do anything out of the ordinary.

A girl once agreed to play with me in the shower next time. On the day she agreed to meet on a budget motel. One look at the bathroom and she said "yuk". She refused to enter the bathroom. She never did. Later I dug up her friend's old review and saw the same thing occurred to someone else. I kept her for a while because, among other things, I liked her pink perky nipples, until she put a ring through it.

I wouldn't use the word escalating. I would say it's progressive. It takes two to tango in a relationship. Normally it's a "I really like you but I still have to pay the bill" thing. "You can have me as long as you like, provided that you pay for all my time just like any other people." You can dump him at the first sign of trouble.

In US the safest way for everybody is not to talk about doing anything in particular, not before the date, not before partying, and put the amount in an envelope on the table. So the first meeting can be pretty straight forward or boring if you want something special.

Reviews are popular, a reason being that you can avoid some legally dangerous conversations. But the down side is all-or-nothing - either you offer the same service for everybody or you don't do it at all. Otherwise, you will certainly get troubles from some jealous clients. Though you can let lose for some trusted regular clients who can keep a secret even if he writes reviews.

So being progressive is fun, asking for more, and customizing your own package. Like DFK (and BBBJ). Honestly I don't fancy that from a girl who offer that to all clients. Except for some girls with rather selective client base. But the "selective" price is not something I want to pay on a regular basis. I always try to go further, from no kiss to lip kiss to light kiss to LFK to DFK. Even though she may be playing the game well and offer it to most of her clients, at least there is the fantasy that you are special.

Once I have a fairly new girl, who would have juice flowing with some slight stimulation. She's after quick money and made the most of her talents - her back door is pretty open. That passage alone is expensive too, but as a regular, I got both ways with her for that price. She's rather eager to learn, as she follows her mentor around, who's also her biggest competitor. Then one day, I'm not sure whether she wants money quick before quitting, or she felt that she should complete her education and set a mile stone. After having her both ways, she offered the 2nd round, for a price of course. I wasn't keen as I take all things in moderation. So she threw in BBBJ. I would love to next time but I was afraid that she would change her mind then. However I didn't see there's any point for the hard work there and then unless I also CIM. I told her just that and to my surprised, she agreed.

Her CBJ wasn't bad so I was surprised during the BBBJ, she kept vomiting. Fortunately nothing came out from her stomach. She kept assuring me that the problem wasn't me, but her. I would have stopped her and compensated her in proportion. But I didn't think that it's the money. It's more like she needed the sense of achievement. So I let her. By the way, apart from the annoyance, her reaction is priceless to me.

When I was about to explode, she was vomiting again. But she's a really responsibly person. When I signaled her the emergency, she rushed her mouth to where it was needed, just in time to catch everything. I felt so happy for her completing her mission against all odds, that I had the urge to take out a sword, dip on her shoulders, and declare her a knight.

References

I don't normally do visiting escorts, which resembles one night stands. I don't normally have references. I have ways to get around it. References also mean screening, which is not for me if I have to give out my full name and where I work.

But this girl is so tempting. All the pictures passed my screening, with detail backgrounds, no airbrush except for the similar effect of heavy makeup and real tan. Her reviews got 10's in all departments. As with most visiting girls, they have to offer a good deal to lure away regulars from local girls. She charges a surprising $300 that is hard to decline in LA. Though she's from North Cal, and the price is a bit lower up there due to the semi legal atmosphere with lots of competition.

But I didn't even try to apply. She need TWO references from escorts who also need references. She's here for a day or two and application is via email. There's not enough time to get around it.

I wonder what some of my girls would think if they ever receive a call asking for references. I don't do that many one night stands now so if I have these girls for references, the date of the meeting may be too old to be good, provided that they still remember me. It's also scary if they keep my name and details on their computer. Or may be a respectable local girl being asked for references from 10 of her clients to see the same visiting girl.

And how about Chanel, who took me for granted as a regular source of income. She would be so jealous (about the money) that she would come along. That's how I lured her to do a threesome once.

PS Forget about another reason that I don't fancy traveling girls. She returned to my area for a day and a half. She posted about that at short notice, and before she even arrived, she was fully booked until 9 pm the next day. I don't fancy lining up to do it, especially if I know about it.

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.

Terminal

I was watching this movie on the long haul a couple of years ago, to the same destination that I just returned. I felt connected. I felt so alone among so many people for so long. I was also rounding up some long time family matters. I also had an impossible relationship with not one but two.

The first one Emma is actually a flight attendant, the perfect 1st job. And you know what her part time job is. I didn't think our "relationship" would last long, so I gave her what she asked for. But no extra work seemed to bother her, just a cup of coffee, dinner date, lunch date, and even home cooking, her home. When I was just about to bargain with her honestly, that I don't pay that much on a regular basis, she didn't accept my compensations. I mean freebies. Soon her behavior changed to become just another girl friend. Then I remembered why I didn't want a girlfriend, and I dumped her when I was really crossed and never looked back.

The second one is Chanel (aka PL). She isn't a flight attendant but Zeta Jones reminded me of her. When Zeta Jones first appeared on the small screen, everybody fell in love. Chanel was talk of the town. God knows how many guys remembered Chanel even though they met her only once, even though she was in her dead fish stage.

Zeta Jones often appeared in a suit, a jacket and a medium short dress, which also looked like a flight attendant uniform. I ran into Chanel in a light blue suit once, who was on her way to meet a patron. That was unusual because most of the time she wore thrift store dress to get more money out of it. So I could remember that suit vividly. She didn't look like a business woman, but more of a student on formal occasions. Once I asked her to wear a dress like that. I thought she had only one but she wore a dark blue version. As with anything that she was wearing, I couldn't mess it up. So once I got her a white sexy office suit from Fredric of Hollywood. But she wouldn't wear it because it doesn't fit. Later I found out that I under estimated her. Actually she would wear anything as long as it look good on her, Leg Avenue included.

Nowadays Zeta Jones couldn't leave her suits, because she is fat as seen in Chicago. Chanel still looked 19 in her thrift store clothes, but once they are off, you can see the effect of a teenager on pills, with some meat on the bone. By the way, she's approaching her mid-twenties now, not as sharp as 19, but still sexy with her extra meat.

Geek Mafia

I downloaded the free book on my laptop so I could read on the plane during my vacation. As far as these easy to read fiction goes, I have to stop myself from finishing the book before leaving home. Like it or not, I can finish it in a day's spare time.

The fiction is believable except for the amount of money involved. The biggest gig was $800 K, involving a whole team to do the cheating and stealing. One person can stay alive with that money for a long time, but practically in North California, where the hero resided, you can't even buy a decent house. But I understand the balance of the amount; any larger it sounded like world class thieves. Smaller amounts are more appropriate to the Mafia theme.

Firstly, I feel a certain degree of personal connection with the story. Once in a blue moon, I ran into PL in a 7-11 store. Her hair was pink (!!!) at the time, same as that of the heroine in the book. I was totally shocked. When she is taking care of herself well, long volume flowing hair is the norm. At the time I was about to entry an all-Japanese girl hostess club in LA. I was all dressed up, Japanese Mafia style. Nothing really happened as most of them are pretty young foreign exchange student types. Though I got lots of hints to invite them to play golf, and I got invitations to come back for the Christmas party.

I also have about a million to burn if I have to, and believe me it will go up in smoke in California pretty fast. I'll be also doing some gigs on my own, nothing illegal, rather than relying on a pay check.

As for the relation to prostitution, me and PL had some exchange over careers. She gave me some unique motivation to move on. I'm in a pretty good neighborhood. My neighbors respect my disposable income, perhaps I dispose of it in no time. They also respect my health care, and the worry free lifestyle based on regular pay checks. Even the local bank tellers recognized me as I deposited big bonus checks and took out grands of cash of play money from time to time. But not PL. I wouldn't say she despised my income, but when she misunderstood me that I turned from employee into my own boss, she had sparkles in her eyes. Or least she looked at me differently.

I can understand that. Even if you have only one shop, be it small, in a bad neighborhood, you got potential if you haven't fold already. Half a mil turnover is easy in LA. And for that, six figure income is nothing. Her rich boyfriend just got a qualification that well educated people will despise of. He's in the right place at the right time - and now live by the beach in multi million dollar home.

I'm the sort of lazy guy that seek immortal fame rather than wealth, which would be hard work and there bound to be someone richer than you. I didn't envy rich people as I still got the girls now, believe it or not, 20 somethings attractive flight attendent. That would be another story. But PL did give me some insight. If I have the chance to pick, I would pick a path that many more people, including PL's kind, will look up to.

And believe or not, I need some money sooner or later for plastic surgery. Not that I'm ugly or what, on the contrary. PL once slipped that I need it. One of her "friend" had it as he recently got a 30 year old girl friend. Not that his gold digger sort of girl friend demanded it. You don't want to look senior with a young girl friend hanging around you. The other day, I heard from TV ad that 70 is the new 40 for women. I doubt very much, but probably very true for men. Money do make a lot of difference in quality of life in that case.

I'm not a planner not a dreamer. What I said to PL was it's a shame not to find something to sell on the net. It's pretty easy to convince a thousand people to give you a few dollars each month. That's a pretty good 2nd job. That could easily be a few thousand giving you a few dollars more each month. PL must have taken it in by heart. But she forgot the qualifiers: that you need skill and talent to stay ahead of competition. Also, either you need a gig with long term potential, or you have to live gig by gig, like the geek mafia.

Of course I'm serious. That was what I'm going to do. But she took it seriously too. The next time we met the conversation soon turned to selling on the net, which I almost forgot I ever talked with her about that.

Girls and guys, forget about the high end stuff and even Victoria's secret. Suddenly the words Leg Avenue came out from her mouth. It was so sudden that I almost didn't recognize the label. I gave one outfit to every girl who would accept it and wear it for me, PL included. I never dreamed that she would notice the label, because she has lots of Chanel sun glasses, Chanel shoes just to mention a few. Usually, unless I'm sure that they are OK with it, I would start with the higher end stuff - something that they can enjoy it themselves, like quality lingerie. Leg Avenue is pure sex, cheap because it's like disposable items.

What happened is that she talked to a "friend" of hers who's selling them, who claimed to be able to make up to a few thousands a month. So I told her how right I was, but also discouraged her about the competition. Leg Ave had been on the net for at least a couple of years now. Of course I know these things. Anybody can sell them on eBay. But if PL hasn't get anything better to do, that's a good starting point. But she asked me what I was going to sell. Because leg Ave doesn't look promising. She signed that the print catalog is thicker than the distance between her thumb and her index finger. She didn't know where to start. I didn't tell her exactly what I'm going to do as that was too complicated for her.

Being fired (as a client)

PL fired me. All of a sudden, she didn't pickup my calls. Her phone is still ringing.

Weeks before DOW 12,000 I heard in the boards that some ATF's are missing. Wasn't that a good economic barometer? And I wasn't surprised. One or two of our blogging playmates are also fading out of the game. And while I was vacationing, the local index also bloomed. Even though I was hitting the top of the line girls, they are so hard to book.

The interesting thing is, if you fire your regular for whatever reason, what would be your last word? One guy couldn't get his All Time Favorite to answer the phone. And once he got through, her only and last word was "fuck".

I understand that since PL has only one number for everyone, so she couldn't have given up her number all of a sudden. The best way is to discourage any past patrons from calling ever again. If she said goodbye politely, I would try to honor her wish but I wonder if I would call her again in a couple of months to temp her. Of course there are many troublesome clients who wouldn't take no. The F word is simple and effective I guess, especially to regulars. I came across some voicemail greetings asking you to leave a message at the end of some music, which is a couple of minutes long.

It hurts for a regular patron to get the F word. But in a way that's logical. I had been displeased with PL on many occasions. I didn't hesitate to let her know given half the chance. She must had been unhappy with me on some occasions. But she had to keep it to herself. I can imagine if she doesn't need to take anything from anybody anymore. "Fuck", what a relief.

That's the generalization that I can imagine. Me and PL is more complicated. We both saw it coming. Do we all understanding that when it comes to who dumping who, it was forever in dispute? She didn't seem to make up her mind whether to quit, doing it full time again, or part time as it is. Distraction affect performance. I couldn't decide whether to dump her or give her a few more chances. Indeed I deleted her number from my phone book once, my capital punishment. So even if I cool down and change my mind later, I cannot undelete it. However, since I googled her number shortly before that, I retrieved her number from the automatic form filling feature some days later.

A secret home phone in your pocket?

Thanks to Vonage, I thought internet phones are for volume users. But I was wrong.

I was looking for a cordless home phone with digital recorder, with caller ID to reject telemarketing calls. The no-call registry obviously don't work. The whole thing has to be tiny as I don't use it that much.

Then I came across those subsidized fully featured phones, just like subsidy from cell phone companies. It's from internet phone companies. Sunrocket has the $10 package with all features except for $3 for voice mail. There's the $15 package from Vonage for everything. It's 200 free anytime minutes for Sunrocket, then 3 cent after than globally. It's 500 for Vonage and similar charge after that but local, long distance and international are charged differently I think. Wow, just the neighborhood calls plus CID cost me more than the Vonage, no brainer. The internal calls are less than 1 cent more expensive than Skype, if you call a normal phone number from your computer. You can also port and keep your old number.

Now the secret part, with reference to Sunrocket. With $10 a month, it's as attractive as my secret cell number. If you want two phone lines, you have to buy two phones at the moment. But it's trivial to make some device to switch the lines using one phone. It's also not too difficult to hide you secret phone if necessary. Like many people, if you buy a few extensions for your cordless system, you cannot tell that there is a secret phone among them. Vonage has a Wi-fi phone, just like a cell phone. It's easier to put it in a secret place.

There are several nice features if you have some secrets. You can sign on with a credit card which could be those cash cards with no ID checks. You can buy the phones from retail stores using cash. You can have any area code you want. Actually you can use your phone anywhere with high speed internet connection! You can be in a motel and answer your calls as if you are at home. This will work for now as internet phones aren't not too popular. People aren't used to the idea yet. If you check the phone number online, it usually say it's a land line from some familiar carriers, not from Sunrocket. If you port, I would think it will still register as from your old carrier, just like my cell.

You can have a separate incoming phone number for just $3 a month. Ring tones, voicemails etc are all separate, but when you call out, it will show your main number. It can still be OK as it's very common to call someone on published untraceable prepaid numbers, but they will call back immediately with a blocked number, which maybe a high volume cell plan, or land line.

Other nice features are online voice mail and call logs.

If you have Wi-fi, you don't need to install anything if you buy the Wi-fi phone. If you have a router or a wireless router, you can buy a special phone and just plug it into the router. If you want to use ordinary phones, you need an adapter, one side for the cable modem or router, the other side for your phone/fax/recorder. The adapters or the phones are usually routers so you can just plug your computer in. Some older fax standards won't work, and security system auto dial system won't work.

Once I was in transit in Miami. There are plenty of waiting rooms with big screen TV's. Most of them are empty. I saw a football program that gave me an idea. I immediately made an international call with my cell. So CID is out of the question. Being next to the TV, it gave the illusion of me being at home.

Catching up with life

Of course I've been back from a long vacation for a long time now. There's a lot to catch up, and I find it hard to sit down with enough time to write anything decent. I've started some post titles and saved as drafts, but I forgot about what I was going to write.

I accepted the invitation to upgrade to new blogger beta. Only to find that I couldn't comment on older blogs.

I am happy to say that a girl recently talked to herself rather neutrally that I, "cum too much, way too much." Almost all summer I was down to a trickle because I did it once every day or two.

My custom desktop was out of action. I sent the system/main/mother board back to the manufacturer in LA and it came back just the same - same problem. All the other components appeared to be working. I could have replaced all the components. I picked a Core 2 duo system for my friend, 1.8 GHz if I remembered correctly, that most people will rather go for a higher clock rate at a much higher price. But it felt much faster than my 3 GHz single core. I am happy if I'm forced to upgrade, but my system is less than one year old, and all components are still under warranty.

I could have sent back everything for repair, but probably they will come back just the same. On top of that it will take ages on shipping and hours on the phone. I went to Circuit city to see if they can help me to pin point the fault. I don't have any extra components to test things. But they blew my power supply, triggered the protection circuit and didn't know how to reset it. So according to them my power supply was bad, and they couldn't start the system anyway with another supply. It's a waste of money and time. My power works fine now and I can start the system. The same fault appeared as before.

In the mean time, I did some gardening. The weather is perfect in California. In a way it's a bit geeky too - instant gratification, like software, system hardware, or call girls.

I was surprised to find from my list of drafts with a title "Being fired (as a client" in response to some of my "friends" blog. It was how PL almost fired me. But we got through that. The last time I saw her was described in "One for the road". I was surprised because PL didn't pick up my call after I came back!

Recently, there's a prefix DDG for use in front of model. Of course the term is common, but using on Asian call girls is unheard of. I didn't pay attention to DDG on the ad until after I saw her. Indeed if they say she's a DDG model I won't complain. Of all the Asian girls I saw in the Newport Beach place, some of them are labeled as models. They can get away with that but rarely anybody can be associated with cat walk models, import car models or lingerie models. This DDG model is by far the most model like of them all, and the only one with this prefix. I saw her on Friday and then Monday. Not because she's a DDG model, but at the end of her DDG model legs, there's a pair of perfect feet ...

Monday is her last day and then the 2nd DDG model will take her place. So much to catch up, so little time.

Getting old

When I was younger, just a couple of years ago, a girl looked down at my dick and said with envy, "So small!". I wasn't surprised at all because I knew she was referring to my waist. I had confident then. She wasn't bad at all. Indeed she was late 20's to 30, with an 18 year old body. It must have been terribly hard to keep it up. So she envy me because I didn't need any effort to keep my waistline. I eat well and eat everything, and my little tummy showed that.

Recently a girl looked my dick and said, "So big!". I was surprised because how dare she was insulting my new beer belly. PL did make fun of it, but I knew her for a long time. Then I was surprised about my own reaction. She was indeed talking about my dick, just like so many girls before. I knew I was getting old then.

My new beer belly was the result of one non-alcoholic beer each day for roughly a year. Before that I rarely drink beer because I would go to sleep whenever I drink. Wine keeps me thin I think, but still I sleep a little. When I discovered the only one non-alcoholic beer that actually taste good, I switched to it and didn't lose any time on sleeping. But I forgot about the beer belly, even though it isn't beer. Now it's too late. My previous little budge in my tummy looked sexy in comparison.

Recently, when we talked face to face, naked, after sex, PL advised me to do some plastic surgery on my lower eye 'lid'. Her friend had that surgery, among other things, because he just got himself a young girl friend at 30. I didn't know how to response as her words hit me in several directions at once.

First of all, I responded with something like, "Does the look of patrons matter to you?" It was a reflex self defense; looking back it was an insult to her. I know I should be a little bit pleased - perhaps she cared about or at least noticed my looks, which was not as good looking as before.

Time and time again, I think she calls her patrons 'friends'. But I never challenged or corrected her on that, because then I would have to tell her that I'm jealous. I don't know if she would call me friend behind my back. I hate that because she didn't treat me like a friend, though we had so much history. And if she really regards her other patrons as friends, I am really jealous. If she is simply trying to be discreet by substituting patrons with friends, I am OK with that.

Talking about this and that patron is walking on thin ice. If she says this patron give me this nice dress, that's fine. Either I will think he is a fool or I will buy her a better one; normal stuff. But think about it, I'm jealous if her patrons tell her so many things and she remembered it. It took a long time before she opened up to me and I opened up to her. How come she knows so many patrons when she is supposed to be not taking new clients, and once she said only a few good ones will do for now?

Until recently, I looked 10+ years younger than my age. A couple of years ago, they still check my ID occasionally when I buy cigarettes or wines. My teeth are far from neat and they are yellowish because I smoke sometimes. I know Americans are obsessed with perfectly neat white teeth, but I don't think I need to fix that because of my other good looks. The other reason is that if I don't quit smoking altogether it's a waste of money. More importantly, just using whitening strips all of a sudden will arouse suspicion.

Just last year, a 21 year old girl was combing my hair with her fingers. She was saying, "so soft", and in reality it was, but she was also counting my hidden white hairs to figure out my age. Time and time again girls with milk white silk smooth skin ask me how come my skin is so smooth and one in particular was examining my skin within an inch of her eyes, looking for my secret formula. If only she knew I just had a massage before, with vaseline based massage oil applied all over me. After that, a shower with Dove.

Now I must realize that instead of looking into my large beautiful eyes, they have to look at my loose lower eye lid first. Instead of looking at my long legs they are hit by my beer belly first. Instead of my sexy lips, they will notice the not pure white teeth first.

Candestine call girl's blog entry triggered my thoughts. I would think any suggestions about improving appearance would be welcomed. The eye lid surgery suggestion hurt a bit but if she put it with a little bit of skill it would well taken.

How about patrons suggestions? I had a few girls asking me if I like this or that. But in general they don't listen much and it's dangerous to put it to them. I don't know why but we are well qualified to give suggestions. We pay to see them after all. I'll start another entry for call girl enhancements.

Two for the road

It was my plan to call PL only once at 9:30 am. I was not going to call her every 15 min to wake her up. That would be too desperate. If I came up with plan B, I would tell her that it was too late when she returned my call. If she didn't return my call, the chance that I would see her again would be very slim, unless I could think of another good excuse.

Before I could say much, she asked if I was going away. I didn't remember that I vaguely mentioned the vacation and sex trip to her. She must had been counting the days. She was available but she had a problem. She had food allergy and got lots of bumps on her face. I didn't believe that. She drinks and eats exotic sea creature, some even raw. How could that be? Maybe she overworked. Maybe she had an orgy. Maybe her face was the reason she didn't call me for so long. She suggested the day after.

So I told her I was going away that day. And I told her that I need a good sleep on the long haul flight by using her service. When I told her about my last sex trip, she had the nerve to ask me to see her before leaving. If not, the consequence would be something like bad treatment when I came back. This time she wasn't in the position to demand anything.

I hesitated a bit. It was my bad luck. But thinking about it, I just needed an escort, any decent escort. Her face wasn't supposed to be importantly. I just needed good sex for a good night's sleep. So I asked her when she would be ready. She asked for 1.5 hr, and late for 20 minutes. And she wanted a hotel at Disney so she could see her doctor afterward. I regretted a bit to book her. She asked for extra time to prepare and late as usual. Disney Hotels at summer is more expensive than Newport Beach.

When I saw her, I didn't regret anymore. There were bumps on her face, but it was like teenagers who do not know how to take care of their faces. Her long breast length hair was straight again, with high volume and flowing. Recently, her hair was sticking together with gel, and sometimes too bad that she had to wash it and went out wet. Her eyebrows were neatly trimmed. She used makeup carefully to cover up her bumpy face.

She knew where I was going, and it looked like that she even dressed to compete. A tight black T-shirt, belly button length with metallic things sown on it. Tight long jeans. She was so casual that I didn't even look at her shoes. If she wore a pair of expensive sexy shoes she would have made me notice it.

I stuck to my plan. I finished my coke, took off my clothes and went to take a shower - nothing fancy and kinky. After she took her turn, I could see that her skin was smoother, more curvy in the right places, and she even painted her toe nails pink at home. More surprisingly, she shaved and was almost bald, except for a tiny triangle.

We went straight to business. Before that she declared that I could do whatever I wanted. That's her way of apologizing and making up to me. Of course that didn't mean that I could do anything!

Seeing her like that, I didn't fight myself anymore. I grabbed her and kissed her passionately - more passionate than usual because I hadn't seen her for many weeks. I did miss her lips and tongue a bit, may be more. All my cool plans went up in smoke.

When I finished on top, I rolled over, covered myself with sheets and rested. When she finished cleaning up herself, she hesitated a bit and lied down on her tummy beside me, naked, dangling her feet to show off. That's her problem. She always thinks of next time, how to lure me back. I don't know why she doesn't think of the present. If she grabbed me and kissed me then, it's impossible for me not to call her sooner. But she kept a distance as if a ration would make you come back for more.

Since I could see that her figure improved toward her old self, I was certain that she was on the pill last year. Another evidence was that I didn't remember that she had her period last year, but this year she kept reminding me of her period so I would not call her at the wrong days. She confirmed it. So her breaking up with her rich boy friend story holds up.

We talked a lot with her feet dangling around. When she blamed me for calling her at the last minute, I gave her my prepared phrase, that I didn't dare to book her in advance again. I thought I slipped in similar phrases one or twice, but every time she changed the subject. Suddenly, she wasn't too patient when I was talking. I immediately realized that time's up; I knew her too well.

When she put back her clothes on, I gave her a kiss and saw her to the door. Out of the door, she turned back, 1/2 demanding, 1/2 asking, "Call me again?". Sensing victory, I just smiled at her sweetly. But she wouldn't take no for an answer. "Call me!" This time 1/3 demanding, 1/3 asking, 1/3 begging. I wasn't going to let her off by saying yes. I managed to say something "You are too highbrow". I didn't know what exactly I mean, and it didn't matter to her as long as I didn't say yes. She had no choice but to leave unhappy.

She could have sweet talked me into anything inside, instead of taking the risk outside the door. But in that case, I could have given the full length of my prepared speech instead of half a phrase. And I would have demanded a lot of conditions, most of which she had already promised in the past.

I slept well that night, but I wasn't on the plane. I lied to her. I was on the plane the next day. I really didn't want to call her in the last minute. But since I slept really well that night, I could not resist to take another one for the road.

So I called the booker at the Newport Beach incall apartments. I saw the picture of the only girl there, which wasn't too promising. The booker said there would be new girls on Friday. But that would be too late for me. I took her anyway.

She wasn't bad. Certainly better than sleeping pills. At the end I tried to find something to compliment her. I bite her back and her tight little butt, which made her nervous at first. So I complimented her tight little butt, and her smooth feet. But she said that her feet aren't smooth, but mine are. I think she's right as I rarely wear shoes for a long time. Usually sandals and for this season - slippers. Indeed I find that country girls have nicer feet, while trendy city girls have oppressed or deformed toes.

One for the road

I called PL because I thought of a good excuse. By the way, PL stands for professional liar as in my previous blog, or pathetic liar, or pathetic loser. If she isn't all that, I would not have met her and used her service that long.

I was flying long haul for a vacation and sex trip. Why would I 'date' her when instead I can have several younger and pretty girls hours later? Because I wanted to sleep well in the plane. Having great sex with anybody before boarding would do the trick. She is the only one that I can call at 9 am, who might be available in short notice. So I called her not because I would miss her during my vacations, nor she was forgiven. I was going to have great physical sex, not passionate sex. I would not do any foreplay. I was not going to kiss her. I would tell her to leave right after.

I called her at 9:30 am, and she didn't pick up the phone as expected. Really, I had nobody else reliable to call. I didn't want to meet someone new and play Russian roulette before boarding. But I went into the shower anyway, still thinking of plan B.

Then the phone ranged at 10:30 am before I finished the shower. It was a pleasant surprise - PL returned my call ...

Food and sex

There's something very sexy about raw meat, but first of all, this post is mostly about off beat food, little about sex.

I have written about the girl in common with me, who couldn't turn down Blue Fin and Yellow Tail Belly. Yes, my favorite food is sashimi. But I'm not sure I should call it that: I cut up my own raw fish. It's not as good looking, but it's unmistakably Japanese. Nobody else in the world would eat raw fish as the top dish.

I am trying to be a simpler man. I wasn't too sophisticated to begin with, but now I'm not ashamed to say that I'm a simple man. The amount of Blue Fin I would like to eat in a meal would bankrupt me very soon. So my favorite fish is Alaska Salmon. It's available in numbers in the supermarkets in August. But it can be found sometimes in Trader Joe. The way they do it, if it's there it's there; if not, you have to wait for some unknown time. It's deep red, it's totally lean as Tuna. As I understand it, Tuna is a borderline specie for mercury levels. Salmon and in particular Alaska Salmon should be healthier.

The only problem is that, any other Salmon, even most Tuna, taste like fat pork in comparison. The exception is Atlantic wild Salmon, also available from Trader Joe. And if both are not available, he would soothe your agony by Norwegian farmed Salmon, which claimed to have no coloring, anti-biotic, etc. It tastes OK too. There's also wild Pacific Socket Eye Salmon in summer, but they are as rare as Alaska Salmon.

There's something very sexy about raw meat. My second favorite food is rare Black Angus New York Strip. I like to generate intense heat with my barbecue, and drop the steak on it for a little while so as not to burn the whole thing. So to me it's not only rare, but bloody. With less heat and long cooking time, the taste is just different. This is my second favorite because I couldn't beat the restaurants. I understand that they have to hang the steak for a long time at some temperature to drain the blood and for the flavor. But I like bloody. Some steak houses don't even dare to offer rare steaks anymore. It's the same as that some oyster bars won't allow taking away the oysters, but anything else will be OK. It's a liability.

But now Trader Joe has some Iowa steak occasionally. It looks purely raw, but I think they have gone through the restaurant process somewhat. The flavor is comparable to restaurants even if you broil it with high heat. There is one thing that I can beat the steak houses. I can gobble up a bottle of Burgundy at home with no worries.

I don't like white wine at all, not even Champagne, unless it's very dry. Perhaps it doesn't go well with any of my favorite food. I like red, most quality red, including Chianti. I prefer European wine. It's strange that respectable wine become cheap imports in California. CA wine is good, but can't be all that good. I prefer French, which doesn't have the thick grape taste, but taste more alcoholic.

With sashimi, I like lightly chilled Beaujolais. The large bowl of ice that often comes with the chef's sashimi is well suited to chill the wine as well. But sadly, most authentic Japanese restaurants don't serve that.

I talked about gobbling, but I'm actually a bad drinker. If I drink a glass or two, I will go to sleep, or the sex will suffer. So I have an excellent alternative - the only brand of non-alcoholic beer from Trader Joe. They brew it the same way as their brand of premium Germany beer, but taking away the alcohol at the end. It's the best non-alcoholic out there. More than that, I don't miss beer anymore - it's not second best. So now I'm very American, a 'beer' and a steak. But the 'beer' goes well with sashimi too.

I suppose I fit the profile of attractive clients as described in various escort blogs. (Hey you, why are you laughing so hard? Have you met me?) But since I started to enjoy a bottle to two a day of 0.5% non-alcoholic beer, I acquired a beer belly. My regular girl saw it growing and always made fun of it. May be I really need to start working out - that would be a good excuse without arousing suspicion.

Like Alaska Salmon, summer comes with abundance of girls. Time to celebrate with 0.5% alcohol beer, Burgundy, Californian Cabernet, cool Beaujolais or Sangria. I have simple tastes.

A little more about sex in part two.

Secret compartments

I deal with complexity daily. The natural way is to organize everything in a hierarchy of compartments, just like folders in computers. My secret life is just one of the compartments, although the most interesting one.

My secret compartments are hidden in a way such that no two or more compartments can be breached at once. It's something like a boat or a submarine - you cannot sink the whole ship by breaching only one compartment. You do not put everything in one place, even if it's a safe. Someone can simply steal the keys.

Clandestine Call Girl put it nicely, as time goes by, dealing with secrets became second nature. I have a secret PO box. The fee is due yearly after my birthday. So I will not forget about it. If I do, I'm afraid that the post office have to close my box and send the mails to my residence.

Once I lost the key and got a replacement key. Months later I found that lost key still trapped inside the golf ball pocket of my golf pants. That was close. So I brought an engraving kit to erase the post office mark on the keys.

Then there's the secret accounts and secret cash cards. Even the tax return became secret. I'm the most popular tax payer on earth. I maximize the withholding and hence refunds, as a form of money laundering. To hide the tracks I screw up my finances big time to make it complicated. You will have a headache just by thinking about it. I also sign all the signatures, and get electronic signatures enabled if possible.

The problem of tax returns is that you have to keep it for many years. Naturally I do everything online, and keep the returns and records off my computers. I always sign up for paperless bank and credit card statements as soon as they are available.

I don't keep any receipts as a habit, restaurants, ATM, shopping, and even gas stations. Any harmless looking receipt is a big give away - it tells where and when you are, and what you are doing.

I used to have a secret compartment in my office, but not anymore. A self storage facility is great. But for at least $60 a month it's an overkill. A mailbox etc PO box is good too. If you never give the address to anybody, it's a safe storage place. But it's not a lot cheaper. Only some of them have off hour access. A post office box is very cheap. But basically it's a pigeon hole on the other side of the locked doors. Staff can see what's in your box, and you stuff can fall off.

Now I put most of my things in my car. Non-fragrant body wash, so nobody at work knows that I have just taken a bath. Moisturizer that my skin needs, especially if I take 3 baths and showers that day. Exotic bath oils, lubrications, and condoms. Even shower cap. Doing outcall in a hotel, most of the things are unusable for me, and the girls can't bring much with them. If they bring something, it's standard stuff suitable for them, not me.

The shower cap is for a clandestine girl with long hairs. She hated to get her hair wet, even a little. She said wet hair made her look like a call girl. Ramada here cost $70, internet price with advance booking. I hate to pay that price for a shower cap, especially if we meet at short notice paying the rack in rate. If you put the extra money on the escorts instead of on the hotel, you have a lot more choices.

The same girl always take extra 15 minute detour to get a 3 pack condoms form 7/11. She would leave the unused ones behind. Sometimes she would keep them, wrapped in tissues in her handbag, if she knows she is going to use it soon. So I have a habit of keeping what she left behind to save her the trouble of the detour. I may also use a little bit fancy ones of my own if the girls trust me and let me.

Where do I put all these things? Secret compartments in tool box. In the spare tire compartment. Small box held high up in the trunk by strong magnets. In the first aid kit: some bottles are the real thing, others have substituted contents.

In the classic Mission Impossible style: this entry will self destruct in a few weeks.

Free meal

This could be the first girl I met when I started in LA. She has a nice personality, love sex, probably has an oral fixation too. She is the only one ever to use a dental dam like cover to perform her blow job.

She is a sales girl for some women apparel company. From her looks, she is a bit Neiman Marcus I would guess. But you know, the sale girls wear very formal dresses. If she didn't change before she saw me, her outfit is a bit Macy. But she takes her job fairly seriously, so she might be at least Nordstrom. She turned me down once because she had some business to attend to. Though she would hide in the back room of her store and do a private cam show for me. She could be 22 to 25 from her looks, with a more mature character. So she wouldn't fit in those kids stores.

After the session, she was fully dressed, staying far away from me, chatting with me while I was smoking my cigarette. She was in no rush even it was lunch time. She stayed far away so as not to catch any smoke in her hair and clothes. Finally, she had to go because of the smoke. She said very causally, "Want some lunch?".

I regretted that I turned her down. You know, when you first started, you worry about everything. It's not likely that somebody I know would see us. But I was afraid. Another thing is that she's 6 feet with that pair of simple shoes on. She was wearing long pants, causal blouse, but still very imposing and eye catching. I couldn't imagine going to lunch with her hanging around me.

Days after, I was thinking that it was a very effective way to get tips. Since I couldn't be with her, I made sure that she could pick anything she wanted to eat on me. Then I thought she was on Viagra. At the time I heard that it also works somewhat on women. So I thought she kept her stomach empty. All in her mind was eating after the sex.

For some reasons I didn't see her again. One year after, I saw her beautiful new pictures and got a erection. I called her and she remembered my name. Again after sex, she invited me for lunch. Again I wasn't prepared and turned her down.

Then there's this other girl, who I knew would turn me down if I invited her to lunch after sex. Even though I knew her for a year or two, she did turn me down. Then one morning, when she told me she should be going, it was roughly an hour over time. I was very surprised. She was very good at watching the clock without you feeling it. A few minutes would be normal but an hour will be far off for her. We kept talking while holding each other (or actually I was holding her).

I suspected that she did that deliberately, so I could take her to lunch. I thought at the time she was semi-broken with her rich boy friend, and probably lost some big clients too. So it was my turn to take her to lunch. Then she realized what she had been missing.

I took her to the top Newport Beach Japanese restaurant, not the most expensive, but local Japanese girls will recommend. She is the kind of girl who couldn't turn down blue fin and yellow tail belly. Same for me. She was so pleasantly surprised that she wanted to drink a beer with me. But since I had to go to work I couldn't. And she didn't want to drink alone. She wasn't supposed to. She got stomach problems recently.

So I ate lunch with her a few times after sex. Then one day I arranged my schedule so that I can do lunch with her before sex. I booked her several days in advance. She must had been not very happy for that. She blew it big time. I think after sex, it's doesn't count as lunch/dinner date, and the meal time is free. Before sex, a proper lunch/dinner date should be expensive. I thought she would give some slack as I knew her for years, and I politely invited her and she said yes.

My new background

I hope you like it. The old one looks too much like Scarlet Letters, and of course millions of other blogs that I don't read. I want it to be a subtle dark color like before, but I also like a green black jack table color. So it's a cross now.

Escort advertising

Escort advertising sites world ranking

craigslist.com	26
theeroticreview.com	2,232
eros-guide.com	7,958
cityvibe.com	9,392
bigdoggie.net	12,402

The top sites above aren't doing badly, as English sites are dropping while other language sites keep rising up in world ranking.

CL Craig's List isn't primarily an escort advertising site, but it actually is. You can count the handful of posts in say jobs, and compare to the hundreds of posts per hour in the erotic service section. It's free.

TER The Erotic Review is an escort review site paid for by membership subscriptions. But for your own benefit, players and playmates alike, treat reviews as advertising and you can go no wrong. The traffic is probably more than all the other escort malls combined.

CV City Vibe learns from CL. In the beginning, if CV sees pretty pictures in CL, they will invite the author to advertising on CV classified. It's free for everybody but few read it. At first it seems contradicting, the free classified in CV competes with it's own paid advertising. But it's exactly like CL. CV hope to boost the traffic rank with the free advertising section. There's no way for outsiders to tell whether people read the paid advertising or read the classified. Without a boost, who would want to pay? CL is free and lots of readers. If you ask somebody to write a review for you in TER, it's much more effective. All you need is a free homepage somewhere.

TBD The big doggie is formally dead. So please don't bother about reviews there and don't post your touring dates there - nobody read it.

CL has big problems because they don't give a dam about the escorts section; they don't make money out of it. But they will do their best to keep up the traffic, without it they are nothing.

Personally I have simple software tools to deal with CL to make life easier. It's a sort of custom download accelerator so you don't have to click on the title of every post to see the content. I surf CL as well as other malls, but CL is just much more interesting. Calling someone up is a totally different matter.

Now some online newspaper are copying the CL model. They allow much higher resolution pictures. If you pay up, you can have bigger ads in better locations.

200 x 10 x 5 x 50 = half a million
That's the formula to make half a million in a year tax free, in 50 weeks, 5 days a week, 5 hours a day for $200 per 30 minutes.

It's not good nor bad. And of course it's not sustainable. But that's the idea, you can even make more. All the tools are available for you to do it compared to a couple of years ago, or may be just last year. You can spread the money over several years or more, but the risk is much greater.

Dear Jessie Parker

MY PHONE NEVER RINGS ----- EVER!!!!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE COOL MEN??????? JESSIE PARKER
Posted by capps , 6/10/2006 1:53:15 AM

Really Strange, for 2 months and 10 days. This business has changed???? Or is it me???? I'm still hot and in love sex. Last time I posted this, people said have a special. If you go to my website I STATE "My prices are NOT carved in stone anywhere" and that has been on my website forever. I've had to post on CL and see odd men for low prices!!!!!! What happened to all the GREAT MEN from TER????? Jessie Parker, still here in Newport Beach.....Just a little lonely.

Website rate: 275 / 30 min, 500 / 60 min

You can say that business has changed. Newport Beach is a little unusual. There always have been only a handful of escorts in the whole county advertising publicly. Most are over 35 but still attractive for that standard. They are highly overcharging for LA standards. If you have time for the traffic, LA is a better place. For that sort of price, if people have time, east coast guys will fly to Europe, or Argentina, even Far East. LA is peculiar, it takes almost the same time to fly to all those places, hard luck.

These girls rely on regulars - they stand no chance for visiting girls. In the past there are occasionally girls from Canada, who would take a detour to Newport Beach areas when they visit LA. Now there are constant supply of Canadian girls forming a permanent presence. And then there is CL. Most girls are visiting, or on permanent tour. If not, they are on a day and off several days, it's as good as visiting. For visiting girls, there are more varieties, better looking, younger, do more, and charge cheaper. They have to make it irresistible for guys to call up while they are in town.

Local girls like Jessie offering half hours do not make sense. CL girls charge at most $200 for half, model material at 18, not model material at 38.

So it have to be well off older (>>38) gentlemen who are comfortable with the high charge than LA. There aren't that much. There are, but probably not slaving through Internet escort malls and TER.

And then there's the 'sure thing' factor. In the past, TER gives you confidence, and there's only a handful advertising in NPB areas and got good reviews. Now there are other cheap review sites that do not cost you $20. It doesn't need to be a lot of 'sure things'. There only need to be a few, sufficient to represent types of girls that guys will go for.

And then there's the myth that you pay more to be safer. Well, if you engage in 'went the extra mile' activities, you will feel better if you pay more, but are you really safer? If you really want to be safe, maybe you can read the disease statistics across racial lines - there's a remarkable difference.

With CL, some organizations that hate to advertise also came out. You want lookers you have lookers. You want MILF, you get more than you bargain for. And that's the sure thing, from 9am to midnight.

Well if you really have deeper pockets, I would suggest to try something different. Say a $200/30 min young looker for appetizer, and then a 28 year old MILF for the main course followed my massage. You save money by not seeing Jessie instead.

Or find some $150 / 30 min good looking dead fish. Throw her $500 and you will be surprised by what she would do. But of course YMMV. The best looking rip-off dancers at 18 all are willing to go all the way for a grand, negotiable too.

Call girl relationships: random thoughts

I always feel that having any non-trivial relationship with a call girl is difficult. Now you can see it from many blogs. When something go wrong a little, it will easily became an avalanche. Perhaps it is because they are constantly living at the edge, and so are johns. By 'the edge' I mean they respect each other, and despise each other also.

For johns, they have to pay to get any date and get laid. They cheat their wives and their girl friends. On the other hand, many johns are successful and attractive. There are many things that ordinary house wives and girl friends just wouldn't do. Time and commitment aren't what they want to offer. Dr Zhivago cheats.

I think some academic paper says 2% of US women sell sex at one time. Of 100 women, how much would you say that they are attractive, beautiful or outstanding? At least from my own experience, for some market segments, the 2% are disproportionately better looking women. So what are the odds for, say, a young pretty new immigrant without much of an education and no skills? You can use the service of a PI, or a prostitute, in which case you don't worry about her background.

Well, prostitutes suck dicks for a living, and lots of it. They are promiscuous early on so the crossing over is relatively easy. After that, everything is money. They love money. You cannot be sure that they really like you a little as a person unless you don't pay a dime. If they really like you , it's very likely that they will also enjoy their job a little sometimes, maybe just the sex, maybe just a beautiful cock.

Girls dig different kind of johns. Professionals are the usuals, if only they are easy to screen and to verify. At one time it's stock options - it doesn't matter what you do, as long as your company is hot. Professionals can only charge you so much an hour but some guys are having income by turning up at work, and still earning when sneaking out for a long lunch time rendezvous.

Some girls despise professionals, six figures don't mean much to them. It's not much in some places. But if you have a little business, a little shop, that's different. Doesn't matter it's dirty, doesn't matter it's in a slump. If you survive and have spare money, you have potential. It's too easy to have half mil revenue and on the way to over a mil. If you juggle a bit on the books, six figure incomes are nothing.

Some girls, typically had some education and had a proper job, like educated professionals. Others find it hard to communicate unless for those self made guys with unconventional jobs. Single girls tend to be nicer to attractive single guys within 10 years of their age. Others tend to be nicer to middle aged married guys. You can treat them as nice as you can; they are not likely to turn into a stalker. The oral fixated will always praise a big thick beautiful cock when they see one, but they will not charge less for it.

Call girls need the money or love the money? It's all relatively. Boy friends at school at 11. Senior boys notice her and chase after her across grades. Before 16/18 it's rich kids showing her the world. After that it's rich men. Then the most eligible boys and men moved on. What left are men that she doesn't want to be seen with. Come 19, if she hasn't drop out yet, and find herself to be among the long term unemployed, what will she do? Minimum wage isn't any life for her, so you can say it's necessary.

1999 Part 2

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1999

There should be a book or a movie with this title - the year 1999 is so extraordinary in so many ways. (There are, but nothing dramatic.) Being the turn of the millennium amplifies everything, or maybe causes everything: Y2K crisis, stock market, so many people aren't the same anymore.

That's the last time I had a player's fatigue. Once I called up an ad for a blue eyed blond. Then I found myself in some agents client list. New girls in town that fitted the profile would call me up, like doing an audition on the phone. $400, $500, ..., $700... That's how it was, nobody gave a dam as long as the girl was half pretty. But the more I did, the more I felt unfulfilled one way or the other. Oh yes, they were attractive, and we had good times too. But what's the point of going over the same thing again and again?

I could remember when I was in LA, nobody in my short list returned my calls. That was the sign of the times. When you looked at the stock quotes on your cell phone, you realized that your net worth was up by 10%. What would you do to celebrate? Usually, I would be richer after seeing a girl for an hour when the stock market was open - who cared about what she charged? So the good and the famous were usually unavailable on short notice. It's hard to find somebody decent to return your calls.

I was desperate. Somewhere on my list was a phone number that I must had dropped down a while ago. I didn't know what she looked like and what was her name. I only knew that she must looked good in her pictures. I called the number.

to be continued...

The players?

Updated Feb 24, 2007

Finally, I did it, taking off the link to this entry and leave it to the dust. Some accidental or occasional players may or may not want their blogs to be included in the list. Some 'players' don't write about hooker experiences or hooker stories; what left? Discussion boards? Do I have to subscribe to 100 people?

I keep track of these blogs but not because I find it interesting. I just keep an eye on what's going on. There's not much to read anyway.

I came across Sigmond's blog when he was about to abandon it. I said many things but basically I don't read luxury travel blogs when I travel on a budget, which isn't small but there's always something bigger that I don't find relevant or interesting.

As for the East Coast, I'm jealous: agencies are not allowed to survive in South California, except for the rip-off types, which are legal. We don't build up references and communities via blogs, but via discussion and review boards. As for suicide girls, what can I say except that all tattoos are carefully counted and reported here.

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A review in The Erotic Review has a perceived value of $10. You also get the bragging right, and useful references. There must be something odd about anonymous players with a blog. For me, one can only put in so much extra contents into a review that has to be 'approved'. I dazzled them, I made them laugh, but at the end you know they just want you to write mechanically and exactly what happened with the minimum number of words. And when the big time comes, very soon TER realized that they cannot afford to let guys say what they want on the discussion boards. They rather moderate with heavy hands; leaving the boards half dead and totally boring. The picture that TER painted is as distorted as the big dog, which takes years for the die hards to realize it and abandon ship.

Nightside Johnny has something interesting going, but he's reluctant to be regarded as a player. Sigmund Fuller is way out of touch of popular culture. In an odd way, he reminds me of ex-sugar babies who always carry expired super-duper cards in their handbags; can't forget the faded glory. (By no means I'm implying that he's on the way down.)

The West Coast culture is always somewhat at odds with the East Coast. There's no surprise that I'm not a big fan of New York John and The Poet. Either the playing field is very different or we are very different players. I respect that.