I don’t know why I didn’t begin this earlier
But stories from my job are too interesting not to be written down.
I’m a reiki practitioner, according to the authorities. I could be a tantric masseuse if you’d like too. Or an escort who won’t fuck you, ever. If you have baby oil, I’ll give you a backrub and then take off my shirt for that tip you have sitting in your pocket.
I have a feeling the other girls don’t do what I do. There are those regular customers who don’t like admitting that they’ve been to our service a thousand times. They immediately want me butt naked. I immediately smile and tell them next time. And their cock goes down, down, down…. “You aren’t like the other girls…” That’s what makes me so desired. I don’t give it all up on the first date. He doesn’t get off or tip. And tells me he won’t be seeing me again. I want to punch him, or at least whip him and gag him… but we’ll get into that later…
But then I get the guy who calls me for an outcall. I rush in the cab and reapply foundation (I have terrible skin) as I text my boyfriend and tell him that the last client of mine had no tact. This next client lives in a gorgeous apartment on the upper west. It’s such a nice neighborhood that you see Jews walking around at midnight, asking me if I want to come to a party with them, for wine.
I get there and feel like a fool because I can’t figure out how to buzz him. So the cleaning guy lets me in. Negative ten points. So is the apartment number written in ink on my left hand.
I arrive ten minutes early and startle the poor man. His teevee is blaring and Family Guy is on. I love Family Guy. So he immediately tells me his story: just broke up with his girlfriend from 14 years. He hasn’t been naked with someone else in 15. I smile and tell him I’m glad he’s nervous because that makes him nice. The wine that we share is terrible. I hate white wines and it was way too sweet for me, but I gulp it down cause I’m exhausted and need to relax. We begin, he gets naked and stumbles around his room. I slather baby oil on my hands and try to warm him up.
He loved me. Immediately opened up to me. His cock was hard in two seconds, I dragged it out because he paid for an hour. He offers me 500 bucks to fuck him. 300 for a kiss. I smile and tell him maybe next time…
I leave with a massive tip and a smile on my face. Call my boyfriend and tell him about this poor little Jew. He laughs and tells me he adores me.
My boyfriend is really lovely. He is so low maintenance. He hasn’t asked for a thing. He doesn’t mind how my fingers touch numerous cocks a day, how my eyes flirt with almost everyone I meet. He knows that he is the only one who goes deep inside of me, and to him, that makes him feel so incredibly lucky too. I’m lucky to have found him.
I love when I get bimbo managers who don’t count up my money correctly. 190 + 110 = 200 according to her. I gave her 200 and got the hell out of there. Hope she never notices…
