On Barbie Dolls

What exactly is a Barbie doll? I'm a bit confused by the female perspective of it. Isn't a Barbie doll attractive to very attractive on the outside? Or have to be more than that?

Does a BBD have to be young? I have seen very qualified BBD's dress the same and look the same as teenagers, up to 40's. For older women, the difficult parts are the tiny skirts and the flinging around of the tiny pink purses, but many passed with flying colors, totally cute.

Does BBD's hang out like sugar babies or hookers? Personally, I rather hang out with 19 year old BBD's, attracting much less attention, than girls like Nancy (mid to late 20's). Teenagers can get away with wearing anything. Anyway, I had a hard time imagining how any woman can dress like a hooker. (Street walker attire is a very different thing.) Say a little black dress and high heels in a hotel is likely a hooker, but girls wear a lot more sexy in clubs and parties.

Let see what my BBD wears... $200+ low cut jeans and flat tummy. V's Secret is quite popular for the younger crowd because their mothers bring them to get panties together when they are little girls. It would be out of place if they go to shop for more sophisticated labels. The only attention they attract is me, who like to pull their strings under the table. $500 high heel sandals that doesn't really attract attention from afar. If they do, they look more like trophy wives who comes in big lux cars.

Unsophistication isn't all bad. I had a BBD who's idea of expensive Italian is Olive Garden. Perhaps she wasn't all that dumb. With her hanging around, it's a lot more fun to hang out there than the real Italian restaurants in Newport Beach. Once she asked me to take her to lunch when we left the motel. I was short of time so we went to MacDonald instead, her 2nd favorite she told me.

My BBD award goes to Nikki.

Every time I see her, she has this perfectly neat ass length straight blond hair. She's 19 and I have no idea where she comes from, except that she's an all American girl who will probably disappear forever after summer. It looked like she haven't received any sunshine before she came to California after school ends. And in the height of California summer she liked to show off her knee length boots, and her clothes are always layered, eg, a quarter length vest on the inside and a half length sweater or jacket on the outside.

Once I called her up on a Sunday. She wasn't home and told me to drive to a sleepy town to pick her up. She had no condom in her tiny purse and she didn't know where the motels were. Neither did I. So we went to the convenient store. Just like my town, this town is run by school boys in the gas stations and convenient stores, and school girls for the rest, including hardware stores. I told Nikki, with all her blond hair and design outfit, to stay in the car while I went inside. But she came along anyway. After searching all around the store, I couldn't find any condoms, which is strange. When I went to the cashier, I realized that you have to ask for it, which were hanged safely out of reach behind the counter. So I asked the school boy to get me my condoms. I also asked him to recommend the nearest decent motel. He was very courteous and even went outside the store to point me to the right direction. I think he looked up to me, as if I had a halo above my head, or that I was god, apollo or whatever one can think of.

It wasn't just her hair. She had a great smile. At school, she must had regret that she wasn't the most popular girl, so off school, she decided to right the wrong. She had a mentor, who I also fucked, who is a hooker and makeup artist. Nikki picked up everything she knew quick. Nikki wore a lot of makeup, not to cover up any flaws on her skin or on her face, but to make her face outline and jaw line perfect, and her eyes perfectly shaped. She is real pretty and sweet when she smiles, if you overlook the heavy makeup a little.

As for her body, it's as perky as you can get. She has larger bone structure so she wasn't a tiny spinner type. She is very healthy and very lean and in good shape. I would put her in the middle to lower levels in the cheerleader pyramid. Her feet isn't too small and when she was wearing sneakers, it looked a little clumsy. But she walks at incredible speed. With her bare lower legs and ankle length white socks, she is rather sexy even on sneakers. With slight baby fat, her feet and toes can't go any wrong. I was quite fond of them.

Best of all, when I asked her to wash her feet, she didn't think twice about it, every time. She would get naked, walk into the bath, hold her perfectly neat ass length straight blond hair with two hands, and just stood there. You can bring out a chain saw and she wouldn't blink, but if you get her hair wet she would kill you. So she just stood there and waited for me to do whatever I wanted. After her feet I would wash her pussy and ass and breast and wherever, of course as long as I stay away from her hair.

The same after washing. I would wrap her around with a towel, carry her to bed, throw her on the bed carefully, pat her dry, until it's safe for her to let her hair down without the risk of getting her hair wet.

Her ass is what I most fond of. She has big bones, narrow waist, big hips, very lean and a lot of meat. Her ass looked better than implants and felt a lot better.

Nancy 3/3

A year had passed. I didn't remember why exactly I remembered Nancy again. Perhaps I was trying to find someone qualified to come to my home for a cozy evening. I offered Chanel the chance. I wasn't that close to her at the time. Immediately she complained that it was too far, too much trouble and how would I compensate her for all that. That wouldn't be a cozy evening.

I called Emma instead. She did left some good memories at my home. Being a future real estate agent, she didn't mind that my bed sheet wasn't sparkling white or smell fresh from the laundry. (Certainly I changed it for the occasion.) More likely she was sizing the size of the bed. She didn't mind that the tiles in the bathroom wasn't pure white. More likely she was measuring the length of the tub with her legs. Soon after I dumped her because she wasn't going to charge me anymore and I wasn't ready for that.

Somehow I emailed Nancy and to my surprised she replied shortly. She's happy that somebody remembered her and that she was too happy to come out to play. But... it would cost me to lure her out of retirement. I wasn't too keen but we kept the idea alive and kept corresponding.

I think the compensation problem was settled when I brought out my trump card - the picture of 20 year old blond Barbie doll Jordan. I told Nancy that I wasn't paying that much anymore and she couldn't charge me a lot more than Jordan. And if Nancy didn't believe me I could arrange a threesome to prove it. Nancy was drooling on her, the first time I knew Nancy was bi. Jordan can be a good punch bag, but she surprised me at threesomes. She won't touch the other girl but with hookers' competition, she tried to out do Chanel and vice versa.

With compromise on price, I began to bargain what I got in return. First it was dinner and then date. Then I wanted to pick her up right after her beauty salon visit. Then she discussed her fees again. Then I countered with my home cooking instead of dinner.

One day she chatted with me at work, about the same things. To my surprise she fired up her webcam at her back office. She wouldn't show me anything except under her skirt. She flashed her breast and kept masturbating. I think she thought I would give in to all her demands. But she turned me off. I wasn't attracted at all. I blamed it on memories of her previous pretty pictures versus the current bad webcam. If not I would have hanged up and never looked back.

When I finally picked her up at the mall, I was surprised. I could swear that she was a totally different person. But I could recognize her pair of legs under her very short skirt that I asked her to wear. It would be a rare coincidence if she knows anybody else with those legs. Also, I already asked her past details that only she would know before we met that evening. She was a lot different because she had deep tan now, and her hair was dark, braid into a waist length tail as in "I love Jeanie".

I should have booked a hotel near she worked and lived as in our first plan. She was worried about everything. Worried about leaving her car in the mall parking lot at 9pm. Where I lived was too quiet for her, like all the houses were empty. Worse, there were good sized yards and public slopes between houses, it would not be too easy for somebody else to hear if she shouted for help.

When I tried to put on some music, I realized that I didn't have much CD's. I put on one that I thought could be quite nice if she didn't know what it is. But she recognized that it was music from Phantom of the Opera. That's bad.

I planned to play in the bathtub as with Emma. But I did not think she was in the mood and I wasn't keen on asking too much of her: I didn't think I was going to see her again. She wasn't as good looking as I remembered, even after accounting for the passage of time and her retirement.

Once into the sex it was better. She was her old self. Before there was too much atmosphere and she was too lady like, the ballroom dancing, the hands holding, the corset, etc. This time I did a few more down to earth positions that I didn't do on her before. She even asked me to pull her long braided tail hard while doing the doggie. But I wasn't into it.

I was hoping that she would be staying longer for drinks or for more rounds. But she was worrying about her car or maybe herself. So I took her back to the mall. Just when I was about to say goodbye, she asked if I wanted to go again seriously. I didn't ask if it was for free or not. She wasn't going to come home with me again and I wasn't going to drive a long way to get a hotel. Maybe she wanted it in the car but there's no suitable place to park. I wasn't that attracted to her and I needed some time to go again. So we said goodbye.

A week later I got email from her, attached with new pussy masturbating pictures from her webcam. I never replied. I was turned off and I couldn't tell her that.

Nancy 2/3

Of course there are many nice pictures in the world. Perhaps hers are a nice combination of reality and fantasy. And that I know her and I have seen her.

Once a few months when I remembered her while I was looking around for new targets, I would check out her pictures and any news or reviews about her, to see how she was doing. Very little except for the occasional review. About a year since I saw her, I discovered this new set of pictures. I was attracted to them. I couldn't tell how she looked like but I remembered her great legs.

I called her to test the water. My excuse of not seeing her again was that I didn't know how she took my review and the trouble I stirred up in the discussion board. She remembered my name as if I saw her yesterday, and she wasn't even a little angry or annoyed about me. So I told her I had a healthy year end bonus. Who didn't? So my other excuse of not seeing her was about her fees, and also I was giving her something to look forward to. That I might not see her once and disappear again.

But this time she seemed to have an agenda, apart from enjoying it. She seduced me with a corset underneath her jacket and jeans. She ran short of inserting her feet into my mouth. She made sure I kissed them thoroughly. Again the dental dam, and her great desire of DATY.

Before she left, she asked me about the other well known independent local girls. I told her honesty what I thought, even though I hadn't seen most of them. Because I wasn't attracted. I was too honest, that she decided to raise her fees, and starting from me. I was too nice to object.

There was one strange thing. She now had a full breast. If I hadn't see her before I would think it's natural. There were some minor stretch marks and she asked me if it was worthwhile to fix it with laser. How do I know?

Again she invited me for lunch. Again I was tempted but it would attract too much attention where I worked. But this time it was pretty likely that she took Viagra. I heard often that it worked on some women. Her sexual appetite, and that she was hungry every time.

Later I realized that she wanted a review from me, the retired discussion board trouble maker. So I emailed her my draft - of course with machine corrected grammar and spelling. But she did managed to find a few readability flaws.

I called her again before I left for year end vacation. Unfortunately for her, she might had to work late. A couple of hours later she confirmed that. Her last words were, "Don't be naughty". At the time, the meaning was don't full around with anybody else and call soon. I didn't see anyone that day, but I forgot about her too. I am sure if she told me to see her tomorrow, most likely I would. And if she called me, I would come to her.

There were little news about her, except that she tried to play the discussion boards a little. She joked that she once went to a retirement home, and the guy dropped dead on her! I don't think she's that desperate. Maybe when you have seen enough old men, 40's, 50's and 60's don't matter anymore. Maybe she was honored to be chosen to satisfy somebody's final wishes (not that he was going to die so soon). Maybe the guys' friends or relatives talked her into it and she went for the adventure, or compassion?

I never thought of downloading her pictures. Then one day her site was taken over by some other girl, who used a few of Nancy's pictures, mixed with her own. Luckily, some webmaster "stole" a whole collection of her pictures, in one of those advertising sites where nobody advertises, to pretend that Nancy advertised there. That's where I rediscovered her pictures.

I never thought I would see her again but I did, after another year.

Nancy 1/3

When Nancy first came out to play, she had a set of "too good to be true" lingerie set of professional photos. Worse, she did outcall only so nobody took the plunge, but I did.

I was a little disappointed when I met her. I took the plunge because if she was pretty then it would be almost perfect at the looks department. Certainly she wasn't ugly. Perhaps she wasn't pretty enough so I can't pick her face up in a photo lineup even I saw her a couple of times. Maybe she looked different every time, which didn't help.

Her body is great though. She's tall, must be 6' with a little heel. She has a bit of shoulder so she wears her tops and jackets well. Of course she has long great legs, plus big sexy hips to go with them. But her waist was too narrow, to the point of looking unnatural. She has small real breast, which wasn't in good shape, but looked perky in compensation. It was good to squeeze too.

She came in smart causal for work, indeed she never left her day jobs. She got through my door effortlessly. Thinking about it, most other girls will ask me to get comfortable, or sit side by side, or close enough. But she sat on the chair in front of me while I sat on the bed. So I had a good look all over her while we talked for a while. She had confidence. Immediately I noticed her simple but perfectly trimmed red toenails through her sandals.

Personality wise she was great. She grew up in the area of the hotel I picked, close to where I worked. She knows who the good guys are and she treated me very well. More often I got VIP treatment because I have connection, such as I use the agency a lot, or I come back to see the same girl after a week.

She was never in a hurry. She looked around, walked around the room in slow motion, with stripper posture, switched off most of the lights, adjusted the blind to give atmosphere. Other girls either don't want me to see anything by blocking all lights, or don't care, but not her.

She spent a lot of time on the radio to get the perfect music. I should have got out to the front desk to borrow a CD to save time. Just happened it was one of those hotels for long business stays, with gym, DVD players and software library. Then she stripped, but only down to her tight body suit. She pulled me up from bed to -- dance! Ballroom style. I let her to the full length mirror and stripped her there, caressed her too. Finally we hold hands and got slowly into bed.

I paid a lot of attention to her legs. I wasn't bold enough yet to kiss, lick or suck. I was appreciating her legs like a piece of antique, and she was sitting on bed with hands supporting her body, stretching her legs. Naturally I held her foot gently and kissed the back of her foot, just like that you kiss on somebody's back of hand. She responded by lifting her foot right in front of my mouth in slow motion, supporting her lifted leg with the other leg bended. The rest is history. Everything happened so naturally. I think it's exactly like that you realize you have oral fixation for the first time. I kissed gently on her big toe, then wet kissed it with a little of tongue, then finally sucked it. Then move on the the next one. When I counted to five, her legs would swap position so I could continue with the next five. She focused on what I was doing with enjoyment and pride, just like I looked at her doing blow job.

She was the only one girl who blows with a dental dam! Certainly she has an oral fixation. She wouldn't stop until you told her too. And since she went so slow, it would take forever. I think she did it not really for the money. It was to satisfy her fantasy, and of course she likes sex. She rather had guys talking that her pictures are too good to be true, rather than putting up more run of the mill pictures on her website. Certainly she liked me to go down on her and certainly I didn't satisfy her enough that way; I wasn't a big fan on wet pussies.

She invited me for lunch, but I declined reluctantly. She might not turn everybody's head, but everybody would look at her. Not everybody will notice me, but by her side everybody will. I find it awkward to go with her to busy restaurants in my own turf. It helped if she wasn't that tall.

If she kissed a little, she would drive me crazy. Since she didn't even volunteered a lip kiss, I didn't think she would kiss easily, at least not the French type. So I wasn't prepared to see her anytime soon and spend that much money. But I was so impressed with her that I decided to pimp her around in the discussion boards.

I wrote her first review, a very good review. But you know, saying that she wasn't as beautiful as a movie star that I expected, and that her breast was real but not in perfect shape, is bad. I didn't know how bad she took it. I knew she read but not participated in discussion boards. Worse, you know some guys are really naive and annoying. His money is more important then everybody else's, so in no way he will risk being ripped off. And his reputation is better than most other people that he can not risk being tricked by law enforcement in any way. Normally you can be 100% risk free on only one you pick that is more important to you. Or, you choose a combination of risk that suits you. But if you want 100% risk free on both counts, you better stay at home or fly away.

I made a lot of enemies. And as I was the only one who pimped her, I didn't know if I helped or made it worse for her. Later I saw a funny review. The guy obviously ranted. He must had read my review. When he went down for her toes, he reported that she said, "now, don't be nasty", and withdrew her feet. I didn't know how much foot fetish guy she got because of my review, and I can understand how fed up she could be.

And since I wasn't keen on seeing her again to start with, I decided against seeing her again. But I checked her website from time to time, like looking at my own albums for memories of good times.

Never say goodbye

The best way for a call girl to retire is to give up your phone number. Seeing someone one last time out of courtesy could be trouble, even if you think you know him well enough.

If you want to avoid or dump a client, some wouldn't say a word but some would be big trouble. A good lie will be good if you can find one, or try not to explain the unexplainable. The best is of course honesty if you can, because if he's desperate enough, he can ask somebody to book you for example.

Why would anyone be surprised if a john want to dump his favorite hooker? Is that a benefit of paying? Why would a hooker even care or think twice about it? Most likely he runs out of money, or found somebody more comfortable for his budget.

In any case, I don't think saying goodbye is a good idea. You never know you may want to comeback, just for a while for the fun of it. I emailed Nancy long after she retired. She was happy that I remembered her and she was happy to come out for a dinner date.

I tried to dump Chanel when she was on the pill. I didn't know that at the time but I noticed that her body had been changing a little. I hinted if she worked out, she could charge a lot more (but not from me). At that time, it was too much of a good thing. I met a few other girls who gave me 80% of the satisfaction for a lot less. I kept looking because I didn't want to be addicted to her. I returned her call and still dated her once a while because I thought she was desperate. She even borrowed her client's phone during lunch and called me. I didn't know it would be her so I couldn't have avoided her. If I'm in a good mood to talk, she would make her client jealous. How do I know? Because she did the same thing to me at lunch on the 2nd last time we met.

A few times I could have dumped her because she made me really angry for various reason. After a while it didn't mattered - it's pure business, she gave me more pleasure than what I could find at the time. The last time I saw her, she was like begging me to call her after I came back from vacation. I was certain I would, but I didn't tell her that. I would because she was off the pill for at least a couple of months then, and I could still remember the low cut jeans and her short T-shirt she wore that day.

Never say never again

While catching up with the blogosphere, I noticed a few entries that made me think of the title words. (And of course the theme song: Never, never say never again..., never, never say never again...)

Luv's post come to mind. BTW, where's the one and only Luv? I missed her movies so much! I hope she's still blogging and making movies, and protected her blog from that guy, but welcomes old readers.

Anyway, the rule is of course not to call clients. But, just to call him means he's special, even if he's loaded and easy to cum. I can imagine that the worst will be silly clients who had entries in his phone book as Louis boobs 500, and leave his cell phone around all over the places for all to see. I do have individualized naked pictures and moaning ring tones, but only if the phone can be locked tight. Some phones can be locked, but they still allowing incoming calls and caller id display. Moreover, I have one phone two sim cards, and all secret numbers are stored in the secret sim.

All agency girls in the world give out their private numbers when asked, if not at the first date, soon and certainly after a few dates. If he broke the rules first, what does he expect?

I know it sounds desperate to call up your clients. But if you have confident and judge the situation well, who cares if you fail? Agents call me a lot, once they find out that I don't mind. Few girls call.

I had a cold call in new year's eve. She wanted to come over to LA (from nearby) to make some money but wanted to make sure that I'm on board so she would at least break even. I seen her once a while ago. I remembered her. She's the kind who thinks she should charge me more because I can afford it. She tried to reach her goal by doing less, so I have to offer her more tips, or offer her more next time. But guys' blood don't work that way. The blood isn't in the brain at that time. If you give him an extra good time, just ask if you deserve extra after. I know it can easily be a waste of your effort. Another topic.

I remembered she wasn't into it as she was thinking of something else. It's hard (difficult) to get inside her and a lot of lube was needed. If we had an honest talk and discussed about conditions, it could be good. But I couldn't give up new year eve's for her. I never called her because I can think of a few girls of her type.

I can think of some girls, if they call me, I will come to them. But why? If you are desperate, there are many ways. Say, pick somebody up where they don't know anything, and you will never meet them again.

Chanel is of course the girl who called me. She knew I'm fond of her. She knew she charged me too much. She knew I gave her many chances. She wouldn't see me for less. She even avoided me. I understand in a twisted way. For the lower price she can have anybody, why me? If I'm fond of her enough I might pay what she asked for. I wasn't satisfied with her performance for that price, and that other's can have her for less. When I got her for less, I wasn't satisfied either. I wasn't keen to see her at that price. It was a standoff, until she called.

The other thing never to do is to say goodbye. You don't call up your clients and say you are going to retire. You don't let your clients know that is the last date, maybe when he or you are out of the door. If you see a girl every month or every week, you don't tell her that you won't be back again. Well, keep to one topic. About goodbye later.

Letting off steam

I'm back, maybe for a little. It was just work work work. Back to Nancy. I was mesmerized by her first set of pictures, which looked more like a hot girl in bikini than this set, which looked more like a woman. For some reasons that I may expand later, I met her once. But I checked her website from time to time, say, once every few months, looking at the same set of pictures. One day, a year later, I came across this new set. It worked on me, especially the knee bending one, that I had to call her again. By the way, she wasn't all that. But I know her legs and her frame are real. And she was the first woman whose toes that I noticed, and made advances. What else I had to lose? I'll talk about her later.

I said before that I needed escape from work from time to time. What can beat sex, beauty, exercise and fantasy ? Maybe it's a little more than that. That's letting off steam. I'll tell Chanel to wear pretty makeup, but not too much which will become a big mess after me. Dress them up in fantasy clothes. Get them 4 inches high heels. Rip it all off. Smell them, taste them, nibble them. Torture them - in a good way. I didn't even spank her, because I think she would do it pretty easily. Maybe I became an occasional licker because she couldn't bear it. Just like her feet. She wouldn't let me play much at first. Then it was like torture. Then she started spending time on nail salons, and seduce me with her fresh pedicure.

I still call her from time to time, when I go out to play. She didn't find it necessary to change her phone number. She just didn't pick up the phone. Maybe she really is a special case that made my adventure special. I called at the best time that she wished she would get those calls from me in the past - like Tuesday and Wednesday noon. I called to tease her, that I'm going out to spend that money anyway, whether you need it or not.

But I'm sad to say that it wasn't that fun anymore. So can I say that I'm now a normal moral person, who surrender to temptation once in a blue moon? But sadly, unless a call girl is looking for boy friends, it doesn't make you a better person. Or I should say it doesn't make you a better john. Actually you would always get a bad deal.

Now that I don't get the urge to go out to play that much, I can enjoy some erotic art without reaching for the phone right afterwards, or in the middle of it. Look what I found? Now 3D art, or should I say porn, is becoming respectable now. So called 3D virtual reality in movies is really 2D. It's perfect, but it's 2D. I stumbled upon on this demo - which looked interesting. It doesn't look too realistic, but it looked good! Hair is the difficult part. There's teeth, choice of nail colors. Toes look decent enough and heel are sexy. There are 3D's that looked more real, and there are ones that move better. But this is a nice combination. It's good enough that Jenny Jameson (can't spell her name as I never watched her movie) the famous porn star with an empire, brought into that rendering engine and produced the same 'game' with her in it. But why would I want Jenny when I can have anything I wanted?

Mesmerizing

This is Nancy that I have introduced before. I came across her pictures when I was tidying up my hard drive.

Realistic pictures is one strategy. One other is to make it look so good that guys are willing to take a chance.

later ...

Why I don't like CA agencies

They are opportunists. They don't have reputation. They suddenly appear and advertise with high profile, grab the money and run. If they stay on the limelight they will easily be the target of law enforcement. (thought there are underground agencies that rely on word of mouth)

Dani is from one such agency, who claimed that their girls start from $900, and that's what Dani charges. The agency didn't post any other girls on the internet. From her picture you can guess that she won't be around for long. She and the agency disappeared in weeks.

But her picture is something. Can you see her bra lines? That shows nothing is retouched. And you can use the small tattoo to ID her without seeing her face in the pictures.

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.

What's wrong with that?

A girl from Demimonde doesn't like French manicure. I'm not sure why but she likes short and light pink nails. Isn't that French?

Maybe French have to be custom made fake nail extensions. But if you haven't got lovely nails, French imitates natural nail - pink color and whitish tips.

The length shouldn't be the issue. You can have as short as you like. They are supposed to look like real ones. Though some may op for the square look, like hospital patient cuts. But more likely the technician didn't spend enough time to tailor made the shape.

But those are trivial issues. In LA you can have any shape you want, coil up, claw. And the technicians try to make the nails as long as possible to fit in the custom decorative patterns. And as James said, nobody really walks here.

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...

Hello Padma

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.

The new Dom in training, who got my vote for most likely to succeed, once recommended my blog for writing about but not judging call girls. I felt so like a bimbo. I just don't feel like to open cans of worms. And there's not much to judge, similar stories, too much sex too early, short of money or want a lot of things, boy friends who know or not.

What is there to like? She may put a john into the no list and hang up just because he asked the wrong question on the phone. We spend on average seconds on the pictures that get rejected. We also make split second decisions, whether to walk away, or open the door. Johns and hookers all feel so powerful (and yet so vulnerable), which is unhealthy. Normal people give other people more chances than that. I remember someone said when a guy said something boring or wrong, she would think that the guy is lucky when she is there for free.

Are we jealous of others? Very difficult unless there is a deeper personal connection involved. For example, the following comments are left by call girls on their clients, and the true meaning behind them that don't make me jealous.

a cool laid back guy ---------------- all talk and no action
very handsome -------------------- can dine with him without losing appetite
a total gentleman ------------------- 2 minute tops
wonderful time --------------------- my pussy didn't feel a thing

And since everybody seems to have a boyfriend, that will be next.

100 for a handjob or a blowjob? It's one of those little things in that blog that I find strange. Not in New York or anywhere else. 150 for the full package sounds mainstream for Craig's Lists, but 200 for the hour seems too weak.

Let's assume that a girl charges 150 for half hour. Once in a blue moon some girls may charge 320 or 350 for an hour. Some smart guys will insist on booking two half hours instead of one hour. But in reality those girls aren't that stupid and those guys aren't that smart. The price structure reflects the pain of these girls in facing clients for the full hour. Avoid.

Back to story. If a girl want to say she's busy, she would charge exactly 300 for one hour. Or a little discount say 280 or down to 250 to reflect the reduced overhead. Charging extra 50 for half an hour of company seems so cheap. (Specials to regulars at slow times are different.)

With reference to 150 for half hour or one shot, 100 for a blowjob seems right? Not. While you can find plenty of 150 offers but 100 blowjobs are hard to find. Many girls don't offer half hours because they are supposed to get better clients. If you offer 100 for a blowjob, you are getting those clients who don't have 150 to spend. Though it's not unheard of for 100 blowjob. Some super hot streetwalkers who aren't interested in exercising their pussy and who are very picky about their clients, may offer a 100 blowjob to those that look right. It's the most expensive blowjob in the world. Expensive call girls don't offer just a blowjob except for special cases. Clients aren't looking for a blowjob either, except for special cases. For those who don't have 150, 100 is too expensive.

For the same analysis, a 100 handjob will be the most expensive in the universe! (Except for rip-off artists of course.)

So I wonder being independent doesn't make sense all the time for everybody. Clueless? For that blogger in question, she doesn't have a germ induced obsessive-compulsive disorder. Clients can cum all over her, and in her mouth too. I think she charges too little in that respect.

And if you are so prone to making a serious of wrong decisions and back yourself into a corner, it could be better to work for someone else, or have some partners. Or at least hire two gardeners to drive you around and sit at the parking lot.

Also, emailing back and forth to find clients in Craig's list is crazy. It's worth the time if you are looking for something big, those clients who think they are looking for non-pros and are willing to pay for it. She isn't looking for that. The other guys are low-ballers, who want to negotiate discounts, and want to demand precisely what they want. The other others are too good looking to pay the full price just as everybody else. Girls who emails are usually those who can't compete on pictures.

On the other hand, she may know something that I don't, which is not a surprise.

Thanks James for playing. Who's next? How about the call girl turning into a DOM? I'm totally not surprised! I'll vote for her as the most likely to succeed.

The Whoremonger, aka James, has a great sense of humor. He has to have from now on. British women are unattractive according to him. If he has his way, all the over weight women and those with eating disorders in Dominican Republic will be rounded up and deported to Haiti.

James is very picky about bloggers' English, which must be the result of frustration having no English spoken to him. If he is in charge of foreign policy, expensive prostitutes costing hundreds of dollars will be banned, and the money saved will turn into foreign aid to help single mothers and their kids. Sending voluntary troops to entertain will be part of the package.

James is probably an English language consultant over there, but that didn't stop him from selling in his spare time for commission, some phone cards and the crappy camcorder. You know, camcorder is just like penis. Size is everything. If the len is small, the picture will be grainy indoors and unwatchable at low light.

Never mind the women, I like my sidewalks paved! I can't get into the mood walking around potholes, uneven and dusty pathways. California concrete is OK. Centuries old cobble stone as in Guildford and other high streets are romantic. A Venetian port under star light is grand.

Similarly, I like refined women, be it superficial. But it doesn't necessarily mean makeup. If we meet early after lunch, Chanel liked to see me without any makeup on, so I couldn't possibly mess anything up on her face. When she upsets me, she would see me eye to eye, nose almost touching, not apologizing, but as if telling me, "I'm so pretty without makeup, I'm so worth it, and you are going to call me again in a few weeks". I'm had no problem with her not making up, until she arrived with beautiful makeup on and sexy dresses. I was so jealous because I was sure that she was going somewhere important after me. So she promised me to make up and look beautiful for me too. But the problem was, she complained that those makeup that I prefer, as if no makeup had been done, are expensive. I lifted her makeup better than any cleanser, so all the hard work will only last for an hour and she had to reapply everything all over again. So the compromise was for her to put on some powder instead.

I'm turned on by her well trimmed eye brows. Fine long hair flowing weightlessly. I like manicure and pedicure, even all natural nails, which I preferred. High heels, or designer slippers.

Do you smell fish?

For the first time, I have doubts about a blog, this blog. I may be totally wrong. The money doesn't sound right. Or everything is too right that I can write that. Most of it can be considered male fantasy. I did read every post and put some to gender test with simple word counting. The majority of entries are female, with some males. The femaleness isn't overwhelming. For comparison, my best long pieces are females too.

OK, it's all trivial small things, the biggest is perhaps she linked Whoremonger but not me!

Quote of the day

Gillette on sex:

I'm bored

This is Shiona, a porn star/model, whose pictures are occasionally borrowed to appear on Craig's List.

One for the senses

A festive sound file to share. But I'll keep the video to myself.

My Valentine Gift

I can't Google any decent looking Valentine widgets for blogs that are compatible with IE6 IE7 and firefox. So this is a simple one for fellow bloggers:

The secret of luxury travel

is to gate crash an academic xxx conference in a half corrupted developing country! This combination is a dying breed so hurry up when you can.

I have read enough playmates' and players' luxury and not so luxury travel blogs. Here's my turn to write once.

It's a sort of gate crash as I have nothing to do with xxx other than a tourist. You have to know somebody to know that such good deal exists, as the "conference" are highly subsidized. The best is to find some sponsors to further write off some of the travel and conference fees for you and your accompanying spouse. Or simple get round some of it.

The conference organizer is some sort of ministry of xxx. Who can top that? The Head wants to throw a party for his own people with the excuse. He is a powerful man controlling the most lucrative ministries. Maybe he wasn't throwing a party. But somehow he was coming, so everybody tried to impress him with their resources and budgets.

Everybody lived in the brand new 5 star luxury hotel in town. I think the hotel was called upon to serve the country as no modest academics in the developed world would get those travel expenses approved. I doubt if there's any other decent hotel in town, as there was no beach resort there. But the pool with waterfalls brought a Mirage in Vegas feel. At first the staff were hunger for 5 star tips. But after the ministry put a big banner at the hotel front to welcome us guests, all staff knew who we were and felt it was an honor to serve us, even without tips. When I needed a taxi, they would call a street taxi for me, instead of the hotel taxis charged 5 star prices.

There were two gorgeous female staff looking after the male (and female) changing room for the pools and fitness center. One was fitness model material, early twenties, wearing tight vest and short, some sort of aerobic outfit. The other was late twenties, more like a beauty technician. At least one of them were available for massage! Not on them you silly. They would just walk into the changing room and massage you on the bench. I was tempted as the changing room was empty. They also did outcalls to your rooms! But unfortunately I brought my own - a 'friend". But I bet you won't get any serious extras unless you offer them enough to risk being fired.

The conference was held in a university theater built like a mini Albert Hall. The less than 100 attendee from all over the world were put in the middle, a few famous people passed their sell by date, surrounded by a full house of students watching from every available seat, including up there in the box seats. It took the organizers Disney parking lot style operations to bring in bus loads of university students from all over the country, to time share the available seats. At least they are supposed to look like U students. Even the lunch boxes to feed those students was a logistic challenge. But I was sure nobody was interested in the proceedings.

I did appeared for receptions and orientations, and did my part, looking good in a white linen shirt and a light colored linen suit. They had lots of good student photographers taking pictures of everybody like paparazzi. I had one picture taken like walking out of the Oscar's with my friend. Pictures were sold for cost only.

The best was of course the freebies that came with the conference. The dinner was outdoors with about a hundred kiosks, each with different unique styles of gorgeous food representing all over the country. The smell of exotic barbecue filled the air. But I didn't manage to eat anything. Because there was a fashion show! They flew in enough local top models to last the evening. That was a good enough excuse to flood the place with gorgeous models who had to stay the night at least. Though the Head was well known for not liking women.

We were basically standing right next to the catwalk to have a better look than sitting down. The Organizer, a close assistance to the Head, would tell a small circle of us friends to watch carefully. She knew some of the models and knew who would be available. Available probably meant single and looking. Or it might mean not yet taken up by the VIP's. That's sad as I had a friend with me. There was this young single American architect, who could just be a student studying architecture who didn't want to go home, took up the offer seriously. But that didn't stop him from hitting on my friend first. I let him talk a bit, boosting my ego. See, few came here for the tourism conference. Typically there were a lot more people at the night activities than the day. There were few lights apart from the stage. All the paths were candle lit, all the way back to the hotel, with different traditional musicians along the way.

There was an ancient dance show in a big impressive outdoor theater in ancient settings. It was not a show for the average tourists. All the glamorous costumes were in meticulous conditions. And of course the dancers were all model materials. The next day, when we left on a tour bus, from afar I could see that workers were pulling down a large stage and surrounding structures. No one bordered about it, or no one in the know was willing to talk about it. I over heard some locals saying that it's a one-night theater. I think I was right. They built the whole theater and stage with a World Heritage site as the backdrop. And since they weren't supposed to do that to a World Heritage site, they pulled it down the next day after the show.

When we weren't at the conference, the excursions include a day trip up the xxx, because my friend wanted to. So we hired a jeep. I insisted on examining the insurance cover. There were none. The guy reluctantly brought out some insurance policies, but the cover was so laughable that we went unprotected. Less than 10 mins after we left the hotel, I got trapped between two trucks, cut off by one of them and left a big dent on my jeep. So I entered into drag racing mode and we were OK since. The good thing was, we did not need to pay for the damage. Otherwise the rental guy in the hotel would have no business. When we needed a jeep again, he just avoided the same company that supplied our jeep last time.

The scenery was beautiful as we go higher up. At the xxx there was a large xxx lake. There was a traditional boat to sight see but it would take forever. Someone offered us a speed boat tour. They raised a small speed boat from under the water! Later we knew that those guys offering the speed boat wasn't in good terms with the other guys, so they need to hide the boat when not in use. After a quick and thorough tour we went back down. We were just on time for a small outdoor theater production after dark, again dance/drama in ancient costumes. Perfect for resting tired legs.

With the conference behind us, I flew with my friend to a nearby world famous beach resort. After all, it's summer. The night life was rich and concentrated behind one of the main beaches, with endless restaurants, bars and pubs. It was a bit like Jerusalem with all dominations - though not of faith but a variety of eating and drinking places. There were a lot of young backpackers to meet, as in European hostels. There were also plenty of mainstream tourists leaving their resort hotels once a while. It was a high energy place.

Soon I decided to move on to an island nearby so there couldn't be much things to do, except for lying on the beach or lying in bed. Unfortunately all sorts of water sports were available, water parachuting, jets, banana float rides etc. Worst of all, my friend saw some boats waiting on the beach and she wanted to charter one. It was a long trip to some remote islands. In the middle of nowhere the boat stopped for a visit of some rare corals. So we dipped in the water a bit, snorkeled a bit, and looked down 20 feet at the corals through the crystal waters. At the end nobody was sure which were the rare ones.

When we arrived at the remote island, a few shy, naked or semi naked woman were alerted, watched us for a while, smiled with approval, and then laid back down to enjoy their sun bath. Then we occupied part of the island and did nothing much other than snorkeling around the beautiful and plentiful corals by the beach.

On the way back, all hell broke loose. The boat was shooting like an arrow below the wave tops. We were all wet either because of the rain storm or the waves. The wooden boat was very streamlined and tough, which looked good, but I didn't know about the engine, which was at top speed to overcome the waves. Then I knew where approximately we were, where ferries sank and loads of people died.

It was an exhausting trip, including the indoor activities that I can't write about.

Wet dreams

Water water everywhere. It was raining today. I'm drinking tea. If I close my eyes, I would be thinking about all the water in a swimming pool. Damn it. Well, if you can't fight it ...

My buddy's girlfriend trusted me with her little sister. As teenagers I took her to a water theme park for a date. That was a mistake. Whenever we lineup for some water rides, a few little boys would lineup behind us. We were sure that a little boy about ten had a crush on her, following right behind us all the time. She was very pretty, in a tight one piece swim suit. Her body was well developed yet she was a little spinner retaining an innocent look. Both wet and dry, she was a bomb. I was wearing a speedo, drooling over her all day long. That was the mistake.

What could you do in a busy water theme park?! At last we came across a dead end corner. There was a fountain there where the water was at waist height. Immediately I dragged her into the corner, blocked from view by the fountain.

I held her in the water, one arm across her shoulder and the other across her legs. I looked at her eyes in total lust. She looked down at my chest anticipating. I kissed her. It was electrifying. She was totally relaxed as if she had just been stunned. Being in part of the fountain, water kept rushing up fiercely, supporting her body. So my other hand was free to caress her body. Water that gone up came down hard on us, all over us. My hands were all over her body. Then we held each other tight kneeling down, partially hide in the water so as not to attract attention. I let her feel my bursting speedo between her legs. Then I grabbed her bottom hard and pressed hard against my body.

My lips never left hers as if they were all magnets. But I kept my eyes open watching her back, to see if somebody was watching us. I just hoped that she was doing the same. I could see a man walked into the corner, surprised, and then pulled back a little to hide himself. He was watching, perhaps enjoying himself as well as making sure that there were no criminal activities. But he couldn't watch long without being obvious. So we carried on.

But damn. How do you do it in water? It's difficult enough to pee!

The heavenly hand

I follow every instruction from my Goddess, deep breathing in and out, in and out, while she rubbed me down there. All of a sudden I lost my breathing rhythm and gasped for air big time. I didn't have trouble breathing but sure it looked scary to her. She immediately took me to another room without scented candles, or were they incenses? There must be something not ordinary in them.

Shortly I recovered and she carried on her job. I enjoyed it. I got her undivided attention for an hour. For a massage I usually go into a trance by myself or just fall asleep. For her service she had to talk me through everything and I had to give her feedback, totally interactive. But it felt too clinical. I was hard for a short while and then became totally limp. I should have told her to stop but I didn't want to leave empty handed, hers. She doubled her effort. Finally I did it but it was torture. I never came near any goddess since.

Do I want to last long and have profound orgasm? Oh yes. Do I believe in Tantra, may be. I don't take drugs because the extra highs don't worth the consequences. More importantly, those highs are not "real" to me. It seems like a bit of virtual reality, cheating yourself. Similarly for alcohol, I enjoy it as the best drink accompanying food. I do lost a bit of inhibition with it. But I don't want to let lose of myself through alcohol, I want to let go by myself, I want to be in control.

I know Tantra is different, it's not material but more like spiritual. But I last long enough and my orgasms are pretty good. I have partners for mutual enjoyment, and I also pick partners for my sole enjoyment. Like work, I have to pick battles to fight, but Tantra isn't one of it.

My kind of technique is, do it like teens from time to time, with a good diet and plenty of beauty sleep, I can become invincible. I was in that state once when a girl tested me by trying to blow me to completion. She took failure gracefully. Other times, I was being over estimated, exploding all over the opponent.

Up with the goddesses

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Down the dungeon

Despite that I'm rather simple nowadays, I still came across as this and that.

It must be one of those good old moments: that I had piles of money but didn't know how to burn it. I knew people who lost a boat that he never had, by sitting and did nothing. Those who did something with their 401k's, it's not uncommon to lose half of it. Even if you paid down your mortgage, the meager few percent didn't make up the devaluation in dollar. So I burnt it on hookers, brilliant.

But this time it really wasn't hookers, I was bored a bit. LA has a few well known dungeons and how could I not give them a visit? Imagine being in a torture chamber, or better still, a classroom? I would have gone a long time ago if I could find a good looking submissive. Dominas are much more attractive, but I have no interest being pushed around. Natasha looked good enough. How could I go wrong with her legs? But I knew there must be some catch. I knew she was a bit older, but I didn't know how old. And I doubt if there would be any sex involved. If sex was included, it would be a brothel wide open for business. But still, there are plenty of establishments getting away with sex. Without better things to do I went there anyway.

The dungeon was in North Hollywood. The neighborhood looked like a normal suburb, big houses and apartments with surrounding green lawns, except that all structures were surrounded with temporary metal fences, like those in a building site. The atmosphere thickens - a decadent house surrounded by metal fences! The number in the address might be included in an apartment complex, but no apartment with that number exited. So I began looking around for an address with a secret number. You know, those streets with, say, only number 19 missing. Sometimes 19 never existed or demolished, and some con artist took advantage of that. Sometimes 19 turns up in the most unexpected location, where the owner don't want you to find. Intriguing!

That was not my day. I exchanged the position of two digits in the address. I found out when I called them in desperation. It was a strange location. It was a cheap industrial area by the freeway. The dungeon shared a flat square structure with a car mechanics workshop next door.

The receptionist was a good looking girl, a bit goth, in some minor BDSM outfit, who talked as if she's a Dom. Natasha was available and I booked her for half an hour. They didn't ask what theme room I needed, and put me into the default common room, which had bits of everything.

Natasha didn't disappoint. She looked just like her pictures, especially her legs. She was very tall, beautiful face, nice body frame, nice shoulders, slender curves. But the catch was, she was older. Her body was soft to the touch, and her skin felt a bit weathered. But nothing unpleasant.

I though all the big and small toys in the room would be quite fun. The room looked tidy, but I could see that Natasha treated everything as poisoned. She wouldn't touch anything bare without wiping it first. She also brought her own toys in a plastic bag - ping pong ball bat, whip, etc.

She knew I'm a virgin in BDSM. She was patient, eager to please so I would come back for more. Without much thought, I tied her hands up on a horizontal beam hanging down from the ceilings. She was like being tied up on a cross, but in fact only her hands were tied, and stood up on her own.

The rules were very complicated. I didn't know if she made it up to suit herself, or those rules were devised by lawyers to overcome all the Cali penal codes. I could strip her naked of course, and I could be naked. I could touch her anywhere except for her kitty. The same for my penis. I could not use my mouth. So I did what a man would do to a woman tied up on a cross, but without violating the rules. I spanked her too. But I wasn't keen on using her bat and whip. I prefer bare hands. But usually after a smack or two I will sooth the pain with my lips. This time I couldn't and I lost interest in more spanking.

At the end I asked for a handjob. Even if I were willing to spend the money, finding someone quick from there would be a problem. She said she couldn't do it. I made sure that she got enough motivation to do it if she could. Just when I was about to do it myself, she said there's the option of a foot job. Did I say the rules were complicated? So that was the only time I got a foot job. The only time I went to a foot fetish session I didn't get it, I upgraded to something else.

It was fun. A few images came up in my head, including a classroom with some students. But perhaps, I should burn my money in real hookers instead.

The only eternity is change

This is just what I needed to detour into careers. Entrepreneurship includes adaptation and exit strategies. Nokia once sold toilet papers, rubber tires and TV's. As long as you know your product has a limited life cycle, the business plan of hooking doesn't look that bad. For the few good points, high dollar, quick money, little if any setup fee and stocking fee. You can build up a very nice reserve and have plenty of time to think of the next business.

Many OB doctors quit because they are probably the most sued. Some quit when it's not worthwhile to pay the insurance premiums. Other new ones soldier on until they simply cannot afford the premiums. My financial adviser quited medical school to become a stock broker, before he became a financial adviser. Every time I went to that building of financial services, I saw somebody holding an office plant on their hands - signs of farewell.

I have a theory. After years of education and professional training, it's not likely for an employee to abandon ship when they should. This is more important to employers than the knowledge you have.

But what do I know? My father saw the end of a family empire of entrepreneurs, through no fault of his own. He started from zero. He led a modest life but helped many relatives in need. He never worked for anybody else, but he taught me no shit about entrepreneurship. He thought getting a job was easy, but he could tell me nothing about corporate survival either.

My first job is remotely like PR: as long as you produce some good firework for the money, nobody cares what you actually do. My first real job gave me a shock. I found the usual: everybody reached their level of incompetence, making stupid decisions. That is a global company, which turned out to be the best company that I worked for so far. The problem is more complicated. At a corner of the globe, I happened to know 110% of the 1% that they are lacking. Sometimes you need to kill it before you can cure it. But no one will believe a new guy and make that sort of decision. To add insult to injury, I was supposed to dedicate myself to fix it if any problems turn up along the way.

I think the right way to do things is to find a good company, find a good mentor who you are supposed to take his/her place when he/her gets promoted. Once you are in the establishment, keep your boss getting promoted, or find some other route if that's faster for you. Of course I wasn't thinking any of it. I thought I should be in charge.

For me the decision is simple. Could I wait up to a couple of years, at best to make something that I'm not proud of? At worse I was the guy to blame. I couldn't say I told you so because then I would be not persistent enough. And in my last job, it's get ahead or die. I would never dream of waiting years for all others to learn what I have learned. I left.

I kept getting more money but things got worse. I think I build up enough reputation. Copernicus's of the world would make sure that the Galileo's got to see the problem. Most of the time I didn't even know who ducked the problem. I was not allowed not to have an opinion. They only needed to make the decision.

One day the top guy in charge of the project invited me to meet with the consultants. The pre-meeting documents looked promising. But they tried to do a bait and switch on me. What they were going to do wasn't that on the document. It's the same dead end. Soon we learned that the top guy went to become a Vice Chancellor of a University. The rest of us got through another acquisition.

Once I didn't understand why those guys fight like Gladiators over a problem, some melodrama to me. Then one day my boss told me not to bother. The whole center were cut off. Then I wondered again who passed the shit onto me and why.

Patience goes a long way if you have it.

Copernicus vs Galileo

They are two out of three of the most influential Acquarians, who are the most talented people of the Zodiac.

Copernicus developed the model that the Sun is at the center of the universe instead of the earth. With his model, the copulation of the positions of the planets became simple. His peers read about his works, but since he was in the establishment, a man of the Church, he waited until his death to publish his work. The preface of his book, which probably wasn't written by him, stressed that the model was something like a mathematical concept to simplify computations, which does not necessarily represent the reality.

Galileo has little to do with the model except that his technological improvements in optics allow him to observe the planets and prove that Copernicus is right. His persecution by the Church can be avoided. But I think he's arrogant, miscalculated, impatient and simply cannot be flexible about the truth.

Well, if you are still hanging on, you must be courtesan material, or for guys you are very much in touch with your inner power and wisdom.

If I were to sell my body ...

I would dye my hair Scandinavian blond and go to Asia, or put on a black straight wig and go to Scandinavia, with even higher impact I was told.

Let's say Asia. If I can leave anytime with a foreign passport and I don't owe anybody any money, I will be pretty immune from gangs and corruptions.

I'll keep a day job that is good for my hooker resume. I can afford to wait for the best offers.

I'll apply to join the Pearl Elite. At that part of the world I will be a monopoly. I'll be getting referrals from all the other pearls who have clients doing business over there.

Or I'll look for a fancy international agency, whether they have agents over there or not.

If I am going the independent route, I'll play the non-professional card, charging a fee that the top tier professionals would bark at. My down to earth looks will be a great advantage - girl next door, or sexy office admin. I'll make the most of my 3G phone, IM my potential clients without disclosing my phone number. I will even demand them to appear on video as a screening process. Or if I see at a distance that they are too fat or too ugly, I'll tell them to go home. I'll also maintain the illusion that I will go out with them for movie and dinner if I like them. And if I ever do, I will make sure that the guy post it on the internet.

Once I called up a part-time model on my foreign trip. Either they claim to be 18, 19 year old students, or 20 something models. She's not available and the same for most of her friends at the time. There's a friend Rainbow who can come, 20 something. There's no further description and that this girl demand a taxi fee if I do not want her. Even though she lowered my expectation a lot on the phone, I went ahead with it as I didn't have that much window of opportunity. Rainbow didn't have any makeup on, and she looked as if she never did. Plain hair style, plain jeans and T-shirt. I joked that if her mother didn't born her that tall, 5'7, she looked like a kid. She asked what her friend told me about her. I said her friend told me that she's 20 something and that's all. It seemed that Rainbow was going to defend herself, that she wasn't 20 something yet. But she could only manage, "almost, you can say that", almost unintelligible. I think she's 21. She's a far cry from "hot" and "model material". Or maybe she is, but I didn't think of it that way. She has a slender body that will likely not disappoint. She isn't particularly pretty or cute. But there's something about her, one of a kind attractiveness, that I had to have her right there. So we held hands and walked to the hotel. On the way, I asked her price because I forgot. She naively said she didn't know and consulted her friend over the phone. Her friend of course punished me for that. The price was set symbolically a little lower than that of her friend, a part-time model. I could have gotten Rainbow cheaper, because I could sense her lack of confidence. But still, her price would be higher than the top dog on the local internet.

The most promising may be the top hostess clubs. Japan has exclusive clubs with all foreign hostess, from countries such as Britain, Australia, etc, with some ex-flight attendants. Most affluent cities have high end clubs, some of which are listed on the local stock exchanges. The top clubs often have some blonds on offer. In many clubs, including the top clubs, hostess are allowed not to offer sex, and many clients want it that way. Of course you can offer sex, to the best bidder discreetly. I don't even need to take cash. I'll show my most loyal clients my empty flat and he will fill it with furniture. I'll take them to the most expensive shops and they will get everything that I need and them some. I can always return the excess for cash. I'll keep the jeweleries though. He who spent enough can go to bed with me. If anybody complains of not getting laid, I'll threaten to return all their gifts to them.

Interesting thought. Thanks Kitty for the inspiration.

I was all ready to go out on a Friday afternoon break. I trimmed my bush and all that. I was so sure - Cat announced a couple of days in advance that she would be back. I revolted my decision that I would not see Laura again. I like her character and she's available.

Aviance came back unexpectedly. I was about to send her several of my long shot references, before I noticed that she didn't offer her $300 specials anymore. For the "regular" price I have a lot more choices and I won't limit myself to someone close by. At least I don't need to apply and lineup. And since I'm not going to see her every other week for that price, it doesn't make much difference if I double her price and see someone better once a while. For a further little more I can take Chanel to Vegas. She loves gambling so much that I think I should charge her more for the driving.

Another new girl, who I thought was going to check out on Friday morning, posted that she would be in until 5 pm. I sent her a private mail and then called. No response as expected. Today she posted a picture of her face. I was so lucky. She must be doing this because too many guys U-turned at the door.

So I followed my original plan and called Cat. I gave up altogether at the seventh ring. Maybe I shouldn't treat her as a local. I miss Chanel; most of the time she would pick up the phone. I knew the best time to call her. If not I will let the phone ring 3 or 4 times. She would call me back shortly. Sometimes she would call me back after lunch with friends or family. If she's totally not available she would call back within at most a few hours to chat.

I didn't call Laura. There's no rush. She will be there when I need her some other day - a contradiction of sort. I fired up my DVR instead and watched TV instead.

Today TER released 11 reviews in my area. One advertised in city-source charging much more than $300. One advertised in city-vibe. Most certainly it's a dubious agency or brothel or some sort. For the other nine, most advertise in Craig's List, with a few in the free city-vibe classified. Somehow the CL spams get propagated everywhere. Imagine that the TER monkeys have to devote most of their screening effort on CL reviews, which you can get elsewhere for free.

My porn name is something like Bruce Francisco, how boring. I think I'm as boring as many Californians, who name their pets after movie stars, and live on streets named after saints.

What not to wear

Stockings. Not in pictures unless you have some others with bare legs. Corsets. Jeans.

Please don't send a model in your place to take verified pictures.

Scrap your old pictures!

Too often ladies keep all their professionally taken pictures in their online galleries, say one collection per year. I really don't want to know how you looked before, no matter how gracefully you age.

I always want to rant to my heart's desire about pictures. Firstly, use a professional photographer who also has experience in taking escort pictures - an award wining picture doesn't mean a thing if you do not know what the clients want to see. You don't need to take pictures by yourself using a cell phone camera to get real pictures.

Ideally, three pictures are enough, front, back, and side. If you are not symmetrical, maybe the other side too. All pictures should be taken from head to toe with natural standing postures, which is how most people look at other people. The resolution should be high enough to see some skin textures or complexion. Completely nude pictures are always welcomed - a good photographer can make it as artistic as anything else. Make sure the skin colors are all the same, and if you wear anything, wear the same thing in all the pictures.

No picture cocktails please! You may love to pick the best pictures from your family photo album to display, to cover all the client base. But since women can look totally different the next day, nobody will have a clue what they will end up with. Stick on a single image of you to project. Same hair style, same makeup, same makeover.

You may want to display more than a few pictures, as in a beauty pageant, with elegant evening dress, causal wear, bikini, lingerie and nothing. Or, cheerleader, nurse, vinyl, etc. That's OK but make sure that it looks like the same you in all the pictures - preferably on the same studio session, or at least with same hair color and style.

Some ladies presented only one impossibly attractive picture, which made me pick up the phone at once. I know there may well be some trickery in the picture but I am willing to take the risk. This will not work if there is one more picture, even taken at a slightly different angle. The more you look, the less likely you will develop a crush.

Typical studio background should not be used. The background should contain some focused details, so it's not easy to do post editing. There should be some color as the reference points, so the color distortion due to studio lighting and post editing can easily be detected. How about standing in front of a video test color chart?

No black and whites please! The picture will be very good looking, but I don't know about you.

I understand if you don't want to show your face. Indeed think twice about showing your face. I still have Chanel's first ever Internet pictures and videos. If you hide your face please use good digital techniques. Don't make yourself ugly or even scary.

If you don't show your face in your pictures, there is a common trick to show that it's you in the pictures. Show a unique tattoo or piercing. Without that, you can make love to the lady all night long, but still not sure if the pictures are hers. Maybe for this reason, I like to play doctor and dermatologist doing close examinations. I can tolerate a thumb sized pretty colorful tattoo, and a small belly button piercing.

Don't apply oil to your skin, or take wet pictures. It's too obvious that you are hiding something. One way to prove that your picture is 100% real is to wear a tight bra and then show off the resulting bra lines. Showing off your lovely freckles for example has the same effect.

It may not be well known, that riding on the often seen Cityvibe wooden horse makes your legs look longer by several inches. So don't try postures too original. For example, twisting your waist other than a little means that you have kids. Lying down or leaning means your boobs are falling down. Upside down means you are ugly. Sitting down means you are short or your legs are.

And don't cut off your feet in your pictures. Bare or sandals instead of shoes. I did see one girl that I doubted if she had ten toes.

She was the filthiest

She was the filthiest - she would do anything.

That is what her pal said of Caprice, the "A-list", "High-class" escort who charges up to £2,000 a night, who was murdered by her boyfriend. You can find the link of the article in Nia's blog. The money isn't that great but her clients include singers and football players.

I suppose her pal said that with admiration or envy.

I commented somewhere that basically I do not like the idea of judging people by what acts they perform, whether they have "class". There is safe, and safer, sex, which is a different story.

Getting what you don't get at home seems to be very primitive. But are we all trying to get those? Simply put, I pay to date people that otherwise I wouldn't (or couldn't) date, and I want variety in sex, "classy" or not.

Sex acts include some sort of humiliation, as in S&M. Sex is not only about sex, its about power sometimes. Telling her what to do feel good too, especially kneeling down, on all fours, etc.

Asking a street walker to do certain acts feel very different from asking a well educated, classy lady to do the same thing, charging a lot more.

I was late in learning foul languages. I was so bad that when I tried to say something bad, all my buddies would throw tomatoes at me if they have one. To them I sounded really terrible. To this day, I can't say a foul word except for fuck. I like innocent ladies that talk dirty. Then I can start practicing my foul languages without fear of retribution.

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It must be the snow. All the hot ones are coming back to, or stuck in, SoCal this weekend.