The risks of the job, make me shake
Interesting slew of sessions Thursday night. Let me tell you about them…
I was on call, but I was hanging out at my school since it sits right in Manhattan near major subway lines. I’m outside on the bench drinking some bizarre Campbell’s concoction and a man, full beard and shaggy hair, walks over to me and says “Hey, did you used to work at R?” R = dungeon that was recently closed down.
Me: “Hahahah yeah, I did. Who the hell are you?”
Turns out this guy is a submissive who has been in the scene for ages, but he wrecked his bank account by serving too many financial dommes (fuckin sucks, it’s like a drug addiction), so he lives with his dad and he just offers his services, his best two being house cleaning and driving mistresses around. He was waiting to take my fuckin lunatic Dominatrix friend home after her last class. But, I use him to drive me over to the West Side to take my first appt. of the night. The fucker was so happy when I let him kiss my hand at the end of the ride.
So, my first session is with a repeat client, who I thought hated me. In our first session, he didn’t get off. I said that I wasn’t going to take my pants off because he didn’t have enough money and it was only our first time seeing each other, so his dick went dowwwnn.. I laughed when I heard he requested me. The entire session he seems disinterested, and we can hear the other slutty masseuse fucking her client next store (such a fuckin mood killer, really…). Finally get him off after I let him spank me a little bit, and the fucker tips me 200, but still leaves without a smile. I was in shock. It’s funny, I always think I can read men’s minds until someone like this comes in.
Next session is another incall. Two guys, buddies, I suppose, come in at the same time and The Actress (my coworker) and I are waiting and we start talking about the cops. Then we start to wonder if our next clients are cops. They’re 7 minutes late, which is weird. And they’re coming together, which, I suppose, is weird. So we start freaking out, agree not to agree to anything, and to keep each other posted on what each of the guys are doing. So, the two guys come in. The younger one chooses me, but before we start, he asks to go to the bathroom. Sketchy! I figure he is rounding up his caravan of cops and I’m about to get arrested with 500 bucks in my pocket. He comes back in and I seriously have the fucking cold sweats. I’m trembling. I try to smile through my nerves and tell him that, since I’m not a licensed masseuse, I’m only going to give him a Reiki treatment. I start by just making up shit, trying not to massage him, leaving all of my clothes on, bullshitting what I’m doing entirely. The Actress knocks on my door and says that her client keeps asking questions, like, weird questions: “Are you goign to take off your clothes? Are you going to have sex with me?” Classic cop questions. We both freak out, but, we go back in and I decide to just do all Reiki treatment for 45 minutes, and then, if I’m not cuffed by then, I’m in the clear. Usually a bunch of cops aren’t going to wait around for that long. So, 45 minutes pass, he has fallen asleep under my hands. I flip him over and start doing some treatment in his pelvic area. His dick goes up and I figure that a cop would have arrested me by that time, so I do the normal. He gives me 500 bucks to take off my clothes, so I do, and at the end of the session he tells me that he fucking loves me. That he will be back all the time. I tell him how nervous I was because I thought he was a cop. He laughs. Thank fucking God. I was sooo nervous. Soooo nervous. Is it worth it? Shit, I think it is for 1000 bucks a night…
