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.

Haggling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Double Standards

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

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

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

Professional Liar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quality Porn

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

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

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

My racing queen

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

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

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

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

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