So there has not been any new blogs this week. It is my ehhhhhhhm monthly. Some girls will stuff cotton wool up "there", but I prefer to work an extra day in the other weeks and take this time off.
I bought a new car on Monday. Nothing flashy, just a Ford Fiesta....but she is my new baby. The trouble is I have to hide it from my mother when I visit as she will want to know how a part time barmaid can afford a brand new car. OK my cover story is not great lol.
I go back to work at the hotel tomorrow, so normal service will resume
Thursday 14 April 2011
Sunday 10 April 2011
Lazy Sunday Afternoon
It is so nice to have a day off today. Though I am being very lazy. The weather is lovely, and I went for a walk earlier, but deep down I want to sit around in my PJs and watch crap TV.
Yesterday I was working the hotel. Now for me, my Saturday night really ends at around midday Sunday. I stay over at the hotel, and now tend to do a few clients before leaving.
I was talking to the concierge yesterday, and he was saying that it will be getting really busy soon. It will be the start of the wedding season. I could not see the logic as most people go wedding as couples. I can not see a horde of horny men dashing out of the reception for a quick screw....but hey he has been there a while.
This client booked me yesterday and I called at his room. I was surprised to see two guys there. They were very well dressed Germans over here on a coach trip. I guess they have decided to add hookers as part of their intinary. I tried to keep my composure and stated that my rate would be higher than I quoted as it was two of them. The guy that booked me, did not bat an eyelid and just went to his wallet and took the extra money out. This was an hour booking, so I suggested a shared shower. Thankfully it was one of the premier rooms and the showers fitted 3 easily. As the water poured over us, I slid down one of the guys body and took his cock in my mouth as my hand stretched back and took the other guy's cock.
I have no idea what they was saying to each other when I was in the shower with them, I do not speak languages and just hoped it was nothing too bad lol. The three of us dried each other off before we went into the bedroom. Still naked I crawled onto the bed, and the taller German joined me. In perfect English he told me they wanted a "spit roast". To be honest I was quite pleased, as I was a little sore and did not want double entry, or even screw them one by one. As I stroked the thigh of the taller one, I took the doggy position, and the shorter one moved in place, and I started to lick and kiss his shaft. The other guy fingered me for a while before entering with his cock. I took the other shorter guys cock in my mouth as he steadied my bouncing tits with his hands. I tried to keep the sucking in time with the pounding, but the tall guy was pounding me very fast. Thanfully he started to slow down as I sucked harder on the cock. The shorter guy came first, and I could not move my hands to clear the cum off my chin as they were steadying me as I was still being fucked. The "relieved" guy came around the side and caressed and kissed my body. Finally his friend finally came, and slumped onto his bed. His condom almost full to the brink.
At times like this I wish I could just lay their a while, but all I could think of was "shit, my hair is still wet, and I have an other booking in 30 mins". I quickly got dressed, leaving my stockings off, kissed them both and went to leave, just glancing back to see the wet, messy, cum soaked sheets. Thank god it is their room lol.
I had to dash to my bedroom and tried to dry my hair as quickly as possible. Putting a new pair of stockings on, my hair still a little damp, I was ready for the next client. When I go to a new room, I want to give the impression that I have taken my time to make myself look good for them, the last thing I want is to have that "just fucked" look. When I looked in the mirror, I smiled...7/10....scraped a pass, and my high heeled feet travelled down that hotel corridor again.
Just a note on Sunday. I would like to thank everyone that has taken time to read my ramblings. I may not know you, I may have screwed you in the brothel, but I do appreciate it.
Have a great week, and keep reading. As always, if you have anything you want to know, drop me an email on summer@seductivesummer.co.uk. Oh before I forget, my website should be finished by next week
Take care my darlings
Summer
Yesterday I was working the hotel. Now for me, my Saturday night really ends at around midday Sunday. I stay over at the hotel, and now tend to do a few clients before leaving.
I was talking to the concierge yesterday, and he was saying that it will be getting really busy soon. It will be the start of the wedding season. I could not see the logic as most people go wedding as couples. I can not see a horde of horny men dashing out of the reception for a quick screw....but hey he has been there a while.
This client booked me yesterday and I called at his room. I was surprised to see two guys there. They were very well dressed Germans over here on a coach trip. I guess they have decided to add hookers as part of their intinary. I tried to keep my composure and stated that my rate would be higher than I quoted as it was two of them. The guy that booked me, did not bat an eyelid and just went to his wallet and took the extra money out. This was an hour booking, so I suggested a shared shower. Thankfully it was one of the premier rooms and the showers fitted 3 easily. As the water poured over us, I slid down one of the guys body and took his cock in my mouth as my hand stretched back and took the other guy's cock.
I have no idea what they was saying to each other when I was in the shower with them, I do not speak languages and just hoped it was nothing too bad lol. The three of us dried each other off before we went into the bedroom. Still naked I crawled onto the bed, and the taller German joined me. In perfect English he told me they wanted a "spit roast". To be honest I was quite pleased, as I was a little sore and did not want double entry, or even screw them one by one. As I stroked the thigh of the taller one, I took the doggy position, and the shorter one moved in place, and I started to lick and kiss his shaft. The other guy fingered me for a while before entering with his cock. I took the other shorter guys cock in my mouth as he steadied my bouncing tits with his hands. I tried to keep the sucking in time with the pounding, but the tall guy was pounding me very fast. Thanfully he started to slow down as I sucked harder on the cock. The shorter guy came first, and I could not move my hands to clear the cum off my chin as they were steadying me as I was still being fucked. The "relieved" guy came around the side and caressed and kissed my body. Finally his friend finally came, and slumped onto his bed. His condom almost full to the brink.
At times like this I wish I could just lay their a while, but all I could think of was "shit, my hair is still wet, and I have an other booking in 30 mins". I quickly got dressed, leaving my stockings off, kissed them both and went to leave, just glancing back to see the wet, messy, cum soaked sheets. Thank god it is their room lol.
I had to dash to my bedroom and tried to dry my hair as quickly as possible. Putting a new pair of stockings on, my hair still a little damp, I was ready for the next client. When I go to a new room, I want to give the impression that I have taken my time to make myself look good for them, the last thing I want is to have that "just fucked" look. When I looked in the mirror, I smiled...7/10....scraped a pass, and my high heeled feet travelled down that hotel corridor again.
Just a note on Sunday. I would like to thank everyone that has taken time to read my ramblings. I may not know you, I may have screwed you in the brothel, but I do appreciate it.
Have a great week, and keep reading. As always, if you have anything you want to know, drop me an email on summer@seductivesummer.co.uk. Oh before I forget, my website should be finished by next week
Take care my darlings
Summer
Friday 8 April 2011
Wasn't I in a whiney mood yesterday lol.
The weather is beautiful here today, I am not working till tonight so I will be able to enjoy the weather for once. I am working at the hotel tonight, and yesterday I went shopping to add to my working wardrobe. The "went" bit actually overstates the effort, I should say; "sat on my ass and ordered off the net".
I will post a couple of the purchases here of what I bought
For the Brothel
For Out Calls
In my mini poll, (not many responses, bad boys), people seem to like me talking about my experiences and clients.
This week I have had a real mixture of clients, and have started to get some real regulars. Regulars are the life blood of the hooker, as they can be a blessing on a quiet day.
One of my regulars nows always brings a small gift for me. It is normally something he wants me to wear, or a perfume. Now I am very organised with gifts, (to the point of being anal). I will label them, and keep a small record of who bought me the presents in my diary. This is not to keep track of those that buy me gifts, but to allow me to wear what was bought the next time the client comes in. Receiving gifts can be wonderful, and the way I can repay the giver is to show it is appreciated and actually used. Last week this client bought me a pair of red opaque stockings, (which is not something I would wear) and some Calvin Klein Euphoria perfume.
As I knew he had booked for 3 O'clock, I made sure I was wearing both before he arrived. I think he was warmed knowing that I was wearing what he bought for me.
Sex with a regular can be different to sex with a random. After a shortwhile you get to know their needs, and their desires. However, I like to push them a bit. I like to introduce things they may not have tried before. This is for two reasons. Firstly, some live with wives, and if they do get sex it tends to be the straight missionary position. I have already said that there are many reasons a man uses a prostitute, and one of them is because their partners are not interested in their desires. The second reason is more selfish. If I just do what they always do, then I run the risk of the sessions becoming boring. A bored client will soon go to another hooker. All is all about client retention, no matter what business you are in.
There is a thin line with a regular. You do want to be more personal with them, and tend to be more friendlier, however you have to be careful that the client remembers at the end that this is a proffesional relationship, and I am only really in his company, and having sex with him because he is paying. It is an old saying but it is true, "a client does not pay a hooker for sex, he pays her to leave afterwards". Another potential problem with a regular is they can start expecting special treatment. They may want that extra 5 minutes at the end. We are not mean with time, and if it is empty in reception, we will not rush out of the room, but if you give that extra 5 minutes when it is quiet, you have to give it when it is busy. This can lead to other customers waiting to long.The last thing you want is to have to say "sorry you really have to go, I have another man waiting to fuck me". Clients know we are prostitutes, and know we have sex with a number of men over the course of the day, but they do not like the reality spelt out to them.
How do you get a regular? Well I hate to say it, but most of it is out of the girl's hands. Yes of course, if they feel relaxed with you, like your physical appearance, and sexually satisfy them, then that goes in your favour, but the initial phase is more random than that. It really does come down to what hooker he first sees. Unless she is the hooker from hell, the client will end up feeling comfortable with her. He will probably not want the stress, (and yes many men do stress out about seeing a prostitute), of having to go through all the introductions again.
Of course there is the opposite end. These are the clients that see a brothel like a candy shop, and want to try all the "sweets". We had one guy two weeks ago that had a week off work. He came in and wanted a different girl each day. I guess it was a role reversal. When it as my turn to go with him, it was like I was having sex with a male ho lol. It is usually the hooker that has had sex with 8 clients, not the client that has had sex with 8 hookers.
OK my darlings. I am going out to enjoy some of this sun.
Be good, and if you can not be good....don't get caught
XxX
The weather is beautiful here today, I am not working till tonight so I will be able to enjoy the weather for once. I am working at the hotel tonight, and yesterday I went shopping to add to my working wardrobe. The "went" bit actually overstates the effort, I should say; "sat on my ass and ordered off the net".
I will post a couple of the purchases here of what I bought
For the Brothel
For Out Calls
In my mini poll, (not many responses, bad boys), people seem to like me talking about my experiences and clients.
This week I have had a real mixture of clients, and have started to get some real regulars. Regulars are the life blood of the hooker, as they can be a blessing on a quiet day.
One of my regulars nows always brings a small gift for me. It is normally something he wants me to wear, or a perfume. Now I am very organised with gifts, (to the point of being anal). I will label them, and keep a small record of who bought me the presents in my diary. This is not to keep track of those that buy me gifts, but to allow me to wear what was bought the next time the client comes in. Receiving gifts can be wonderful, and the way I can repay the giver is to show it is appreciated and actually used. Last week this client bought me a pair of red opaque stockings, (which is not something I would wear) and some Calvin Klein Euphoria perfume.
As I knew he had booked for 3 O'clock, I made sure I was wearing both before he arrived. I think he was warmed knowing that I was wearing what he bought for me.
Sex with a regular can be different to sex with a random. After a shortwhile you get to know their needs, and their desires. However, I like to push them a bit. I like to introduce things they may not have tried before. This is for two reasons. Firstly, some live with wives, and if they do get sex it tends to be the straight missionary position. I have already said that there are many reasons a man uses a prostitute, and one of them is because their partners are not interested in their desires. The second reason is more selfish. If I just do what they always do, then I run the risk of the sessions becoming boring. A bored client will soon go to another hooker. All is all about client retention, no matter what business you are in.
There is a thin line with a regular. You do want to be more personal with them, and tend to be more friendlier, however you have to be careful that the client remembers at the end that this is a proffesional relationship, and I am only really in his company, and having sex with him because he is paying. It is an old saying but it is true, "a client does not pay a hooker for sex, he pays her to leave afterwards". Another potential problem with a regular is they can start expecting special treatment. They may want that extra 5 minutes at the end. We are not mean with time, and if it is empty in reception, we will not rush out of the room, but if you give that extra 5 minutes when it is quiet, you have to give it when it is busy. This can lead to other customers waiting to long.The last thing you want is to have to say "sorry you really have to go, I have another man waiting to fuck me". Clients know we are prostitutes, and know we have sex with a number of men over the course of the day, but they do not like the reality spelt out to them.
How do you get a regular? Well I hate to say it, but most of it is out of the girl's hands. Yes of course, if they feel relaxed with you, like your physical appearance, and sexually satisfy them, then that goes in your favour, but the initial phase is more random than that. It really does come down to what hooker he first sees. Unless she is the hooker from hell, the client will end up feeling comfortable with her. He will probably not want the stress, (and yes many men do stress out about seeing a prostitute), of having to go through all the introductions again.
Of course there is the opposite end. These are the clients that see a brothel like a candy shop, and want to try all the "sweets". We had one guy two weeks ago that had a week off work. He came in and wanted a different girl each day. I guess it was a role reversal. When it as my turn to go with him, it was like I was having sex with a male ho lol. It is usually the hooker that has had sex with 8 clients, not the client that has had sex with 8 hookers.
OK my darlings. I am going out to enjoy some of this sun.
Be good, and if you can not be good....don't get caught
XxX
Thursday 7 April 2011
The Thin Line
I was chatting online about this, and thought it would be good to share this with you lovely guys.
Now and then, me and one of the other girls will go over to the local pub. As I mentioned before, I always go casual, and not dressed like a hooker. There is a group of guys we normally chat to. Anyway, last week I had a booking for a guy who had asked for me personally. I did not think much of it. However when he turned up, it was one of the guys from the pub. Now I know my job, and I know what that entails, but it just felt uncomfortable going with someone I have had a few drinks with...and charging them for sex. I mentioned to the receptionist I felt uncomfortable, and was told more or less to "suck it up". It seems we can only refuse a client if they have been offensive before, or smells.
So I went in and "done my job". Despite averaging around 10 customers a day, I felt self-conscious being naked in his presence. Of course I was a pro, and done what was needed. But it felt wrong, it felt bad. I know I am a prostitute, but have never had that feeling of sleaziness, or shame in my proffesion. This made me feel cheap, and hit home what I am doing.
A hooker/ client relationship is not like a loving relationship. There are obligations on the hooker to be discreet, but none on the client. The thought of him telling everyone I know in the pub what he had done with/to me gave me a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Despite this, I was not going to let this defeat me. The following night, I walked in the pub as if nothing happened, but we did not sit with this group of guys.
Earlier this week we went to a different pub, and boy does news travel. No one knew about the guy from the other pub, but they did know we were the "brasses from the local knocking shop". (Translation for non London people - Hookers from the local brothel).
We had a few "looking for business girls?", but we ignored it. Later one guy approached us and asked if either of us would give him a BJ in the bathroom for £xx. Whilst it was higher than our usual rate, we declined.
Whilst Pretty Woman is as much to do about real prostitution as Bambi is, I do remember the line where Richard Gere says to Julia Roberts that he had never treated her like a prostitute, and she says, "You just Did?". I think these two episodes really hit home to me what I am doing.
Now do not get me wrong, I am not sitting here crying over my choices. I am still happy with what I am doing. It just highlights that being a prostitute can be just as much a lifestyle as it is a mere job. If you was an accountant, you would not go to the bar and expect someone to throw a load of paper on their table and ask them to do a Tax Return, but people think it is fine to ask a hooker for sex in the toilet.
Knowing this empowers me. I am now alert to people when I am in bars. I am open about what I am, but make it clear that I am off duty.
xx
Now and then, me and one of the other girls will go over to the local pub. As I mentioned before, I always go casual, and not dressed like a hooker. There is a group of guys we normally chat to. Anyway, last week I had a booking for a guy who had asked for me personally. I did not think much of it. However when he turned up, it was one of the guys from the pub. Now I know my job, and I know what that entails, but it just felt uncomfortable going with someone I have had a few drinks with...and charging them for sex. I mentioned to the receptionist I felt uncomfortable, and was told more or less to "suck it up". It seems we can only refuse a client if they have been offensive before, or smells.
So I went in and "done my job". Despite averaging around 10 customers a day, I felt self-conscious being naked in his presence. Of course I was a pro, and done what was needed. But it felt wrong, it felt bad. I know I am a prostitute, but have never had that feeling of sleaziness, or shame in my proffesion. This made me feel cheap, and hit home what I am doing.
A hooker/ client relationship is not like a loving relationship. There are obligations on the hooker to be discreet, but none on the client. The thought of him telling everyone I know in the pub what he had done with/to me gave me a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Despite this, I was not going to let this defeat me. The following night, I walked in the pub as if nothing happened, but we did not sit with this group of guys.
Earlier this week we went to a different pub, and boy does news travel. No one knew about the guy from the other pub, but they did know we were the "brasses from the local knocking shop". (Translation for non London people - Hookers from the local brothel).
We had a few "looking for business girls?", but we ignored it. Later one guy approached us and asked if either of us would give him a BJ in the bathroom for £xx. Whilst it was higher than our usual rate, we declined.
Whilst Pretty Woman is as much to do about real prostitution as Bambi is, I do remember the line where Richard Gere says to Julia Roberts that he had never treated her like a prostitute, and she says, "You just Did?". I think these two episodes really hit home to me what I am doing.
Now do not get me wrong, I am not sitting here crying over my choices. I am still happy with what I am doing. It just highlights that being a prostitute can be just as much a lifestyle as it is a mere job. If you was an accountant, you would not go to the bar and expect someone to throw a load of paper on their table and ask them to do a Tax Return, but people think it is fine to ask a hooker for sex in the toilet.
Knowing this empowers me. I am now alert to people when I am in bars. I am open about what I am, but make it clear that I am off duty.
xx
Sorry guys that there was no blog yesterday, I was so manic at work. Yesterday was like a tick list of prostitution.
Blow Job - Check
Full Sex - Check
Anal - Check
GFE - Check
Submissive Sex - Check
Domination Sex - Check
Masturbation - Check
What is it with Wednesdays? Do people get a midweek horn? It always seems to be busy. There has been a bit of a bug going around, and some of the girls have been ill. This is why I am doing more days at the brothel than normal. However I am getting a reputation for being reliable, which in my game is very important.
To me the girls that are unreliable are being selfish. We have one that is constantly calling in at the last moment to say she can not work. This either means that the receptionist is rushing around to find someone to cover, or the other poor girl has to work the whole shift on her own. I have now had to do this twice, and trust me it is not fun. I call days like this "the conveyor belt". There is not time to do much else.
Oh well I am off for most of next week due to my period. I am not stuffing myself full of cotton wool just to work. I have made enough this week to take a break.
Ehm let me tell you a bit about my submissive sex client. He is fairly regular, and is a man in his 40s with a gentle highlight of grey in his short dark hair.
He likes me to wear white lingerie and stockings and a black leather dog collar. He bought it for me itself, and it has "Slave Summer" etched onto a metal tag.
He will go into the room before me, I will knock and he will summon me in. I kneel and look to the floor, (google Gor or Gorian like I did to see the expected "slave" posture). He raises my head, and I say "Good Morning Master". It is all roleplay, he does not really own me. He likes to act out a slave auction and I undress and stand their naked so he can inspect his "purchase". I am not to keen on this part, as I feel so vulnerable. When he has finished, he commands me to kneel and suck his cock. I respond to every command with "Yes Master". He will then tie my wrists behind my back, which can be uncomfortable, and fucks me on the bed.
Sometimes I find this roleplay sensual, yesterday I just kept drifting off as I was thinking about the client that had booked me more or less straight after.
I will try to add a little bit later, but I have to get ready for another day
XX
Blow Job - Check
Full Sex - Check
Anal - Check
GFE - Check
Submissive Sex - Check
Domination Sex - Check
Masturbation - Check
What is it with Wednesdays? Do people get a midweek horn? It always seems to be busy. There has been a bit of a bug going around, and some of the girls have been ill. This is why I am doing more days at the brothel than normal. However I am getting a reputation for being reliable, which in my game is very important.
To me the girls that are unreliable are being selfish. We have one that is constantly calling in at the last moment to say she can not work. This either means that the receptionist is rushing around to find someone to cover, or the other poor girl has to work the whole shift on her own. I have now had to do this twice, and trust me it is not fun. I call days like this "the conveyor belt". There is not time to do much else.
Oh well I am off for most of next week due to my period. I am not stuffing myself full of cotton wool just to work. I have made enough this week to take a break.
Ehm let me tell you a bit about my submissive sex client. He is fairly regular, and is a man in his 40s with a gentle highlight of grey in his short dark hair.
He likes me to wear white lingerie and stockings and a black leather dog collar. He bought it for me itself, and it has "Slave Summer" etched onto a metal tag.
He will go into the room before me, I will knock and he will summon me in. I kneel and look to the floor, (google Gor or Gorian like I did to see the expected "slave" posture). He raises my head, and I say "Good Morning Master". It is all roleplay, he does not really own me. He likes to act out a slave auction and I undress and stand their naked so he can inspect his "purchase". I am not to keen on this part, as I feel so vulnerable. When he has finished, he commands me to kneel and suck his cock. I respond to every command with "Yes Master". He will then tie my wrists behind my back, which can be uncomfortable, and fucks me on the bed.
Sometimes I find this roleplay sensual, yesterday I just kept drifting off as I was thinking about the client that had booked me more or less straight after.
I will try to add a little bit later, but I have to get ready for another day
XX
Tuesday 5 April 2011
United Nations
Just a quick blog. It is great that my ramblings are being viewed around the world. Here are the top 10 countries for viewings.
When I see that, it makes me want to bore you all more with my life lol
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A Day in the Life
I thought it would make a change to actually keep a diary of the course of yesterday and post it here.
7:00am
Wake up. My hair is a complete mess. I do not even wait for a coffee, I jump straight into the shower.
7:30am
Finally get a well needed cup of coffee as I dry my hair. I notice in my mirror that I am a little blotchy today. I will have to use a little more concealer and foundation. I check the various sites I am on, namely Facebook, EP and Twitter. I also not that there were a good number of hits on this page. So thanks guys.
I answer my messages. I try to answer all messages sent. Sometimes it is hard when you just get a message with a couple of words. I have the keyboard equivelent of verbal diarrhea.
Another cup of coffee as I paint my nails.
9:00am
Time to get ready. I tend now to go very casual to work. Today I am just wearing sweatpants, a Nike tracksuit top, and sneakers/trainers. Even though my skin is blotchy, I just go out in a little lip gloss and mascara.
9:30am
Head off to the station, I can not wait to get a car. I stop off in my local bakers to get a croissant for the train journey. It is quite a long walk to the station, but I find it clears m head
10:00am ish
Get on the train. Thankfully I am going away from the city and rush hour is over. I get a seat and read a book on my iPad, (Mennonite in a Black Dress).
10:15am
Get off train and walk briskly to the house. The house is above a shop and you only access it from the back. I see one of the neighbours and she knows me now. We have a quick chat and then I climb the stairs to the house.
I sit in the kitchen talking to the receptionist whilst she makes us both a coffee. It is strange that we do not talk about work until I have changed. It is like I am two different people lol.
10:30am
Time to get changed. I leave all my work clothes and makeup at the house, and I pick out my black teddy, and black thong. I decide to wear black sheer stockings and note that I am running low of stockings. I also decide to wear the transparent mules. I am pretty much a graphic person, so it is easier to explain these shoes by showing a pic, as a few people have asked what I mean.
I plaster, and yes I mean plaster on the makeup, as I want my skin to look smooth as it can even though it is more to do with Clarins than natural beauty. I always use a lip pencil to outline the lip and give the lips a bit volume.
I brush my hair and Summer the hooker is good to go.
The brothel is not open till 12, but they prefer you to get their early so you are not rushing to get ready. Also it gives time for the receptionist to go through bookings with the girls. This includes any information about the client from previous visits. Is he rough? What does he like> etc etc. I have 3 booked appointments spread out over the day. One is a regular. I have only been here a few weeks, but this will be the fourth time he has visited me. One of the other bookings picked me from the website details, and the other booked me from the receptionists phone description.
I fire up my iPad and check messages again, responding where I can.
Then I get my bedroom organised. Although there is a cleaner, it is the girls responsibility to ensure that it is clean and stocked with the tools of the trade. This includes wipes, cotton buds, massage oil, condoms. I always spray some perfume around in the room to give it a more womanly feel.
I have my final cup of the coffee, and we wait for place to open.
12:00 noon
Perhaps you imagine a line of people all waiting for the doors to be unlocked. In truth we rarely get anyone in when it first opens. You do get the odd businessmen wanting a "quickie" in their lunch break, but day it is slow. They have finally redecorated the lounge, so I can sit on the couch and play on my iPad. I am working with Christina today. A single parent who has been working since she left school. She is only 21 now, but she has been a hooker for nearly 5 years.
She joins me in the lounge and we chat for a bit. I have said this a few times, but I am still not use sitting in a room chatting to another girl when we are both half naked lol.
12:45pm
The bell rings for the first time. I am half way through reading a message on the iPad, but I slip my mules back on, check my make up and wait for the client to enter the reception area. We do our introductions to him in the bedroom and he chooses Christina. Back to the lounge for me.
1:15pm
Christina returns as the client leaves. Trust me, where rarely talk about clients unless they were a bit wierd or too demanding.
1:30pm
Another client, this one picks me. Typical he pics me just before my 2 oclock appointment. This means I will have a "back to backer". Pretty routine sex with this client, nothing really to report apart from he had a huge mole on his ass cheek. After I have a real quick clean up before my booking is shown into the room. This is the one that booked on the basis of the receptionists description. Thankfully he was not dissapointed.
This client liked sex standing up, so I was fucked as I bent over the dressing table.
2:30ish
Another lull. I wish I had a proper breakfast as I am so hungry. Thankfully the receptionist goes out to get some sandwiches for Christina and me. Christina mans the phones. I grab the "house" coat and go outside for a quick smoke.
3:15pm
My second booking arrives early and before I had a chance to eat. He is my regular, so I kissed him on the cheek and chatted with him as he got undressed. He like a blowjob till he cums and rarely has regular sex. He has trouble getting hard, and when he is finally hard takes him a while to cum. My jaw ends up really aching after a visit from him
3:45pm
Sit down to finally eat my lunch. I get through half when the bell rings, I let out a loud grrrrrr. He goes and picks me despite me trying to pass off negative vibes. A 30 min regular sex.
4:15pm
Do not even bother with the sandwich as I have my final booking at 4:30. This was one wierd looking guy. He had the skinniest legs possible, but the biggest of beer bellies. I stood wondering how he did not topple over. I made the unilateral decision that I was going on top for this one. He also had one of the wierdest sex faces I had scene.
4:45pm
A bit of a break before the rush starts. No matter what day of the week, it always gets busy after 5:30. It must be the boredom of offices and building sites that men need to have sex with a hooker after their day has finished. I have another smoke, and a glass of diet coke.
5:45pm
As if by clockwork, 2 clients come into the house at once. They are taken to seperate bedrooms and basically told who they are having.
6:15pm
I walk out of the bedroom and then turn to go straight back in. There was actually 3 guys waiting there this time.
Might as well skip to
8:30pm
Four clients in just over 2 hours. I am sure you are keeping count lol. Two were lonnnng fuckers lol. They both nearly ran out of time. One was a BJ only and one could not get hard. This guy I think has what I call "condom limpness". He was perfectly hard right up until the point I put the condom on. He did not want a hand or blow job as he seemed really down over it.
9:00pm
Another lineup another introduction. He chooses me for a half hour deluxe. I have to be honest, I am a little sore and tired by now. I try to lead him so that I can go on top. That way I can control the speed of the intercourse more. But he is not having and fucks me pretty hard. I try to erase the soreness from my head, but it is hard when my head is bouncing against the bed's headboard.
9:45pm
We do not close till 10pm, but is clear nobody is now coming. We do have the odd asshole coming in at 9:55 which means one of the girls works later. However thankfully not today.
10:00pm
Door shut, phone switched to answer machine. I am so tired that I do not want to get up off the couch. I do eventually get the energy and get up and go to the bedroom to get changed. I look at the bed and always think of the men that have fucked me on it lol. As I take off my make up. Christina asks if I want to go for a drink. No matter how tired I am, I will never refuse a drink.
10:30pm
Thankfully the pub is open till midnight. We get in there and see a couple of guys we have got to know. They know we are prostitutes, but also know not to ask about clients or work. We join them for a drink, well they are paying lol. Out of the corner of my eye I see a guy that had picked me earlier. He was looking at me with that "I know you from somewhere" look. He probably does not recognise the girl in the sweat pants, hair in a loose bun, and no make up. I am hardly going to go over and go "remember me, you paid me to fuck you earlier, do you remember these eyes from when I had your cock in my mouth?"
11:30pm
I leave the pub and decide to get a cab home. I made pretty good money, and I do not like being on the trains late at night. The driver's English did not extend much beyond "Where to" and "Hello". So I just gazed at the night sky through the window
12:15am
Finally home. Did not even check for mail, just started to run a nice foamy bath. I poured myself a large glass of wine, and then soaked the day away.
I check messages and chat online for a while before going to bed and just passing out. My day will start all over again tomorrow.
7:00am
Wake up. My hair is a complete mess. I do not even wait for a coffee, I jump straight into the shower.
7:30am
Finally get a well needed cup of coffee as I dry my hair. I notice in my mirror that I am a little blotchy today. I will have to use a little more concealer and foundation. I check the various sites I am on, namely Facebook, EP and Twitter. I also not that there were a good number of hits on this page. So thanks guys.
I answer my messages. I try to answer all messages sent. Sometimes it is hard when you just get a message with a couple of words. I have the keyboard equivelent of verbal diarrhea.
Another cup of coffee as I paint my nails.
9:00am
Time to get ready. I tend now to go very casual to work. Today I am just wearing sweatpants, a Nike tracksuit top, and sneakers/trainers. Even though my skin is blotchy, I just go out in a little lip gloss and mascara.
9:30am
Head off to the station, I can not wait to get a car. I stop off in my local bakers to get a croissant for the train journey. It is quite a long walk to the station, but I find it clears m head
10:00am ish
Get on the train. Thankfully I am going away from the city and rush hour is over. I get a seat and read a book on my iPad, (Mennonite in a Black Dress).
10:15am
Get off train and walk briskly to the house. The house is above a shop and you only access it from the back. I see one of the neighbours and she knows me now. We have a quick chat and then I climb the stairs to the house.
I sit in the kitchen talking to the receptionist whilst she makes us both a coffee. It is strange that we do not talk about work until I have changed. It is like I am two different people lol.
10:30am
Time to get changed. I leave all my work clothes and makeup at the house, and I pick out my black teddy, and black thong. I decide to wear black sheer stockings and note that I am running low of stockings. I also decide to wear the transparent mules. I am pretty much a graphic person, so it is easier to explain these shoes by showing a pic, as a few people have asked what I mean.
I plaster, and yes I mean plaster on the makeup, as I want my skin to look smooth as it can even though it is more to do with Clarins than natural beauty. I always use a lip pencil to outline the lip and give the lips a bit volume.
I brush my hair and Summer the hooker is good to go.
The brothel is not open till 12, but they prefer you to get their early so you are not rushing to get ready. Also it gives time for the receptionist to go through bookings with the girls. This includes any information about the client from previous visits. Is he rough? What does he like> etc etc. I have 3 booked appointments spread out over the day. One is a regular. I have only been here a few weeks, but this will be the fourth time he has visited me. One of the other bookings picked me from the website details, and the other booked me from the receptionists phone description.
I fire up my iPad and check messages again, responding where I can.
Then I get my bedroom organised. Although there is a cleaner, it is the girls responsibility to ensure that it is clean and stocked with the tools of the trade. This includes wipes, cotton buds, massage oil, condoms. I always spray some perfume around in the room to give it a more womanly feel.
I have my final cup of the coffee, and we wait for place to open.
12:00 noon
Perhaps you imagine a line of people all waiting for the doors to be unlocked. In truth we rarely get anyone in when it first opens. You do get the odd businessmen wanting a "quickie" in their lunch break, but day it is slow. They have finally redecorated the lounge, so I can sit on the couch and play on my iPad. I am working with Christina today. A single parent who has been working since she left school. She is only 21 now, but she has been a hooker for nearly 5 years.
She joins me in the lounge and we chat for a bit. I have said this a few times, but I am still not use sitting in a room chatting to another girl when we are both half naked lol.
12:45pm
The bell rings for the first time. I am half way through reading a message on the iPad, but I slip my mules back on, check my make up and wait for the client to enter the reception area. We do our introductions to him in the bedroom and he chooses Christina. Back to the lounge for me.
1:15pm
Christina returns as the client leaves. Trust me, where rarely talk about clients unless they were a bit wierd or too demanding.
1:30pm
Another client, this one picks me. Typical he pics me just before my 2 oclock appointment. This means I will have a "back to backer". Pretty routine sex with this client, nothing really to report apart from he had a huge mole on his ass cheek. After I have a real quick clean up before my booking is shown into the room. This is the one that booked on the basis of the receptionists description. Thankfully he was not dissapointed.
This client liked sex standing up, so I was fucked as I bent over the dressing table.
2:30ish
Another lull. I wish I had a proper breakfast as I am so hungry. Thankfully the receptionist goes out to get some sandwiches for Christina and me. Christina mans the phones. I grab the "house" coat and go outside for a quick smoke.
3:15pm
My second booking arrives early and before I had a chance to eat. He is my regular, so I kissed him on the cheek and chatted with him as he got undressed. He like a blowjob till he cums and rarely has regular sex. He has trouble getting hard, and when he is finally hard takes him a while to cum. My jaw ends up really aching after a visit from him
3:45pm
Sit down to finally eat my lunch. I get through half when the bell rings, I let out a loud grrrrrr. He goes and picks me despite me trying to pass off negative vibes. A 30 min regular sex.
4:15pm
Do not even bother with the sandwich as I have my final booking at 4:30. This was one wierd looking guy. He had the skinniest legs possible, but the biggest of beer bellies. I stood wondering how he did not topple over. I made the unilateral decision that I was going on top for this one. He also had one of the wierdest sex faces I had scene.
4:45pm
A bit of a break before the rush starts. No matter what day of the week, it always gets busy after 5:30. It must be the boredom of offices and building sites that men need to have sex with a hooker after their day has finished. I have another smoke, and a glass of diet coke.
5:45pm
As if by clockwork, 2 clients come into the house at once. They are taken to seperate bedrooms and basically told who they are having.
6:15pm
I walk out of the bedroom and then turn to go straight back in. There was actually 3 guys waiting there this time.
Might as well skip to
8:30pm
Four clients in just over 2 hours. I am sure you are keeping count lol. Two were lonnnng fuckers lol. They both nearly ran out of time. One was a BJ only and one could not get hard. This guy I think has what I call "condom limpness". He was perfectly hard right up until the point I put the condom on. He did not want a hand or blow job as he seemed really down over it.
9:00pm
Another lineup another introduction. He chooses me for a half hour deluxe. I have to be honest, I am a little sore and tired by now. I try to lead him so that I can go on top. That way I can control the speed of the intercourse more. But he is not having and fucks me pretty hard. I try to erase the soreness from my head, but it is hard when my head is bouncing against the bed's headboard.
9:45pm
We do not close till 10pm, but is clear nobody is now coming. We do have the odd asshole coming in at 9:55 which means one of the girls works later. However thankfully not today.
10:00pm
Door shut, phone switched to answer machine. I am so tired that I do not want to get up off the couch. I do eventually get the energy and get up and go to the bedroom to get changed. I look at the bed and always think of the men that have fucked me on it lol. As I take off my make up. Christina asks if I want to go for a drink. No matter how tired I am, I will never refuse a drink.
10:30pm
Thankfully the pub is open till midnight. We get in there and see a couple of guys we have got to know. They know we are prostitutes, but also know not to ask about clients or work. We join them for a drink, well they are paying lol. Out of the corner of my eye I see a guy that had picked me earlier. He was looking at me with that "I know you from somewhere" look. He probably does not recognise the girl in the sweat pants, hair in a loose bun, and no make up. I am hardly going to go over and go "remember me, you paid me to fuck you earlier, do you remember these eyes from when I had your cock in my mouth?"
11:30pm
I leave the pub and decide to get a cab home. I made pretty good money, and I do not like being on the trains late at night. The driver's English did not extend much beyond "Where to" and "Hello". So I just gazed at the night sky through the window
12:15am
Finally home. Did not even check for mail, just started to run a nice foamy bath. I poured myself a large glass of wine, and then soaked the day away.
I check messages and chat online for a while before going to bed and just passing out. My day will start all over again tomorrow.
Monday 4 April 2011
Not all Violins and Roses
A friend was talking about my blog and saying in portrayed the life of a hooker as all wonderful and happy. So I thought I would give a few things for girls to think about should they contemplate working in this area of the sex industry.
The Job
Most people I talk to ask about the hours and ask about the number of clients. They tend then to do some manual calculations to work out how many clients per hour. Sadly, clients are not like trains. They do not have a set timetable. What this means is that you can have quiet periods where you are just sitting there twiddling your thumbs, playing on the internet or just chatting. Then you have the busy periods where you are like a conveyor belt.
It can be quite stressfull and soul destroying when you take a client and look to reception to see a full booking list and a full reception area. You know you are not going to stop for a good while yet. It really is a quick wipe, and on to the next one. Just think of saying goodbye to one guy you have fucked, and then taking in another to fuck...knowing that there is someone waiting after that.
Prostitutes get ill, and receptionists are not known to refuse bookings or customers. You could have times when the brothel is understaffed, or like in mine, when you are the only girl working.
The Pay
All rates are based on the establishment and depends on the location and class of the establishment. I work in a mid level brothel in the burbs. Our money is based more on volume than quality. It is still a very well paid job, but always remember you normally have to give around half your rate to the brothel. Sometimes higher.
Also, you are going to have days when you are just not in the mood. In an office you can just hide away for the day. In this game you have to go in and have sex with close to 10 different men whilst trying to keep a smile on your face.
The Uniform
Many jobs have uniforms, ours just happens to be lingerie, stockings and stupidly high heels. Think to yourself how you would feel walking around, sitting, and even eating dressed like this for 10 hours a day.
Public Perception
Prostitution is still sneared upon by many. Just look at the papers and you will see what headlines there are when someone is "outed" as a hooker. If you go to work in a brothel, you may think that you can hide behind the brothel door and no one will know what you are. You will soon see that being a Prostitute is almost a lifestyle as a mere job. Unless you are working in the middle of nowhere, all the local residents will know what you are. If you smoke, then be prepared to stand outside with a raincoat covering your fishnets and hooker shoes. You are not going to pass yourself off as a secretary.
Where I work, there is a pub nearby, and everyone knows the hookers from accross the road.
Now you might be able to brush all this off, but it takes a while to get use to snide comments, innuendo and questions about how many men you have fucked today.
General
We are not sex robots. We have the same menstrual cycle as most girls. In this game you are faced with a choice, take the time off and lose nearly a weeks money, or stick a years supply of sponges up "there" and hope for the best.
You are also going to want to be sensible. You will want to take regular tests for Aids and STD's. Again, this meaning you having to be fairly straight about your proffesion.
This is my job, and my life at the moment. I just wanted to give a little balance to all the positive stuff I have posted.
The Job
Most people I talk to ask about the hours and ask about the number of clients. They tend then to do some manual calculations to work out how many clients per hour. Sadly, clients are not like trains. They do not have a set timetable. What this means is that you can have quiet periods where you are just sitting there twiddling your thumbs, playing on the internet or just chatting. Then you have the busy periods where you are like a conveyor belt.
It can be quite stressfull and soul destroying when you take a client and look to reception to see a full booking list and a full reception area. You know you are not going to stop for a good while yet. It really is a quick wipe, and on to the next one. Just think of saying goodbye to one guy you have fucked, and then taking in another to fuck...knowing that there is someone waiting after that.
Prostitutes get ill, and receptionists are not known to refuse bookings or customers. You could have times when the brothel is understaffed, or like in mine, when you are the only girl working.
The Pay
All rates are based on the establishment and depends on the location and class of the establishment. I work in a mid level brothel in the burbs. Our money is based more on volume than quality. It is still a very well paid job, but always remember you normally have to give around half your rate to the brothel. Sometimes higher.
Also, you are going to have days when you are just not in the mood. In an office you can just hide away for the day. In this game you have to go in and have sex with close to 10 different men whilst trying to keep a smile on your face.
The Uniform
Many jobs have uniforms, ours just happens to be lingerie, stockings and stupidly high heels. Think to yourself how you would feel walking around, sitting, and even eating dressed like this for 10 hours a day.
Public Perception
Prostitution is still sneared upon by many. Just look at the papers and you will see what headlines there are when someone is "outed" as a hooker. If you go to work in a brothel, you may think that you can hide behind the brothel door and no one will know what you are. You will soon see that being a Prostitute is almost a lifestyle as a mere job. Unless you are working in the middle of nowhere, all the local residents will know what you are. If you smoke, then be prepared to stand outside with a raincoat covering your fishnets and hooker shoes. You are not going to pass yourself off as a secretary.
Where I work, there is a pub nearby, and everyone knows the hookers from accross the road.
Now you might be able to brush all this off, but it takes a while to get use to snide comments, innuendo and questions about how many men you have fucked today.
General
We are not sex robots. We have the same menstrual cycle as most girls. In this game you are faced with a choice, take the time off and lose nearly a weeks money, or stick a years supply of sponges up "there" and hope for the best.
You are also going to want to be sensible. You will want to take regular tests for Aids and STD's. Again, this meaning you having to be fairly straight about your proffesion.
This is my job, and my life at the moment. I just wanted to give a little balance to all the positive stuff I have posted.
Bar Room Days
Time to tell you about another part of my working night. I have touched upon it when I talked about out-call work, but I thought I would explain a little more about the “bar room” work.
Thankfully I can dress a little more covered up than the normal lingerie only that I wear at the brothel. I tend to wear a short dress, stockings and heels for working the bar. Friday, I wore a deep burgundy dress, black sheer stockings with lace tops, black satin feel heels. Underneath I had a lovely Ann Summers corset and panties. The reception staff are aware that I am a hooker, but they also know that this sort of thing goes on in the hotel. As long as potential clients have a room, or book a room if they use me, then they are fine.
I normally get to the bar around 7pm, and find myself a nice stool at the bar and order a drink. For my first drink, I will have a vodka and lemonade. Just for a little pick me up. After, I will stick on the lemonade.
I always take either my iPod or iPad with me as it can be a long wait for suitable clients. If the bar tender is not busy, we will chat a little. As I have worked a few Fridays, the main barman has been the same each week, so we are getting to know each other. He is assisted by a barmaid, but she is not the most talkative of girls.
Normally people start coming in at 8pm. I have to be fairly subtle as this is still early and you see the odd kid in the hotel reception. If I see a single guy sit down, I will try to catch eye contact. If so, I will smile. If the guy is interested he will either come over, or gesture for me to come over to him. It is only fair to be direct as possible at first, you do not want a guy thinking he has just met a potential girlfriend. Of course I do not just say “Do you wanna fuck?”, I just ask if he is out for a good time tonight. As I say this I place my hand on his knee, just to make sure he is not thinking I meant we should have a game of Jenga. Most guys will either be polite and refuse or say they are interested. You do get a few rude assholes, but that is more the exception. If the guy is interested, then we will move to a quieter table to discuss rates and services. If they are still interested and they have a room, we will go straight there. Well time is money lol. If they do not have a room, but still interested, then we go to reception to book a room. I wish the guys had more imagination, I am always Mrs Smith lol. The reception staff are well use to me being someone else’s wife lol.
When it gets a bit busier, and 100% adult, I will work the bar more. Walking around, talking to people, even just sitting on a stool or chair with my stocking top “accidently” showing. On a busy night, I will have a lot of people approaching me. Some are upfront and ask if I am a hooker, others will be more subtle.
I charge a little more for hotel work, but the services are pretty much the same. At first it was hard “selling it”. I am more use to being in the brothel and clients coming to me. But now I am getting use to it and have perfected quite a wiggle lol.
Last Friday, I did break the hotel rules of that they will turn a blind eye if the client books a room. It was late in the evening, and this guy was charming to talk to. The night porter was the only one on, and was too busy with his computer. We sneaked passed him and went into one of the male bathrooms. We just went into a cubicle with him. Though it was a little tight in there, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his flies. I used my hand to get him hard before I took his cock into my mouth. I think the illicit nature of it actually turned me on, it certainly did him. It did not take long for him to shoot his load, and after cleaning up we left the “scene” like naughty school kids. Thankfully no one saw us.
Friday 1 April 2011
Mistress Summer
I have had an interesting few days, and decided to combine a couple of experiences from the Brothel. They both involve role-play scenarios that were interesting and spiced things up a bit.
With role-play scenarios we normally get prior notice as the client requests a session in advance. This allows us to change into any special clothing, and to think of what we will do with the session.
So here are a couple of recent sessions.
The Dominatrix.
Before I start, I would like to say there is a massive difference between professional Mistresses, and hookers doing the occasional session. Most of these Mistresses have a strictly no sex policy, and will have an arsenal of toys to use on the “slave”.
I am not a natural dominant, but a good prostitute needs to be a good actress. It is all in the attitude, and this attitude is aided by clothing. Like an actress needs her costume to “get into” her role, I need mine in the same way.
Latex is always a good option as it looks good, fits in well with the Fetish image, and is easy to clean down if the slave has any little accidents.
I wore my black leather mini-dress, it has a front leather zip that makes it easy to get off, and also allows the sight of a little cleavage. I wore black seamed stockings with suspender belt, and black patent leather 4 inch heels. My makeup was a little more severe than normal, especially my dark lipstick. In my toy box, I have a few things to play with. So I get out a dog collar, (I have worn this before during submissive sessions), a paddle and a purple velvet flogger. These are more sensual than sadistic items. The transformation from Summer the Hooker to Mistress Summer is complete.
As I said, I do not claim to be a fantastic dominant, but there are a few golden rules.
1 Plan the general scenario, but prepared to think on your feet.
2 This is a serious fetish for some, do not laugh unless it is part of the role-play and there to aid the humiliation.
3 Keep your concentration. It can be easy to slip out of the superior Goddess mode if you get distracted. The image needs to be maintained throughout.
4 Never look as if you are unsure what you are doing.
5 Keep a level head, you do not want to lose it and kick crap out of a guy just because you have had a bad day.
We have a stereo in all the rooms, so I play a classical CD to create a mood.
Richard has booked for one hour, (you cannot do these sessions in shorter timeframes) and has called to say his is nearly there. Now if you have read my other blogs you will have a feel for how a prostitute greets a client, well in this situation it is all different. I am not paraded in front of him to obtain his approval, I wait in the bedroom for him to enter, on his knees and begging.
I sit in the bedroom, upright on one of the chairs. My legs crossed and with a paddle in my hand. I hear a knock, and I curtly say “enter”. As Richard walks through the door, I notice he is a man in his 50’s, grey hair and a rugged face. I shout at him to stop and firmly enquire why he is not on his knees. With total obedience, he drops to his knees and crawls over to me still in his work suit. I gently hit is head with the paddle and point to my shoes. He knows that this means that he has to humbly kiss them.
I can feel his warm breath on my leg as he pants as he kisses my shoes. I order him to stand and to remove his jacket. I normally leave the customer to undress, but in this scenario, I will take control. As he stands there, I loosen his tie whilst my stern unsmiling face is inches from his. He seems shocked when I jerk his arms back. I tie his wrists together with his own tie, and move in front of him. I unbutton his shirt slowly, enjoying the frustration on his face that he cannot touch me. However, I forgot the logistics of taking off a shirt, and realised that as I had bound his wrists, the shirt would not be coming fully off. I just made it seem it was all part of my cunning plan, and the shirt rolled down to his wrists, gave a secondary form of restraint.
I unbutton his trousers, and let them fall to the floor. As they drop, my long red nails tease his thighs.
As he kicks them off, I look at his naked body standing there, and slap is very limp cock with the velvet flogger. I say to him that he is my owned bitch now, and place the collar around his neck. He just answers “Yes Mistress”.
I command him to get back on his knees and have him walk around like a dog as I follow behind, occasionally spanking him with whatever I feel like. I get a couple of clothes pegs and place them on his nipples. He squirms a bit, and squeals with the pain. I flick them with my flogger which increases the squeals. I torment him a little and laugh at how my doggy looks so cute by my feet.
“Yes Mistress” he answers as I command him to his feet. I make him stand with his back to the wall as I take his cock in my hands. For normal clients we use our mouths, but for “slaves”, using a hand shows more control. I massage his balls and then move up and down on his dick. Slowly but surely his cock is coming to life, so I lead him like a pet to the bed. I point to the bed, and he climbs on like a naughty school kid. I tie his wrists now to the bed post before teasing his chest with my tongue. He pants with excitement as I lower my pussy on to his now hard cock. I insist that he keeps saying “Thank You Mistress” each time I thrust down onto his cock. I start off slowly riding his cock, but I can tell by his face that he is going to shoot soon, (note, I sometimes forget to mention putting a condom on the client. This is because it is fairly mundane and you can take it as a given that the guy will always have to wear one).
My prediction was correct, and after a short time he cums. I get off and stand by the bed. He is still saying thank you Mistress as I start to untie him. Whilst he still has to call me Mistress, (you have to maintain the Mistress Slave image at all times), I relax as I talk to him. “OMG that was amazing” he says, as I smile knowing that I had done a good job. I bark orders at him to get cleaned up and dressed as I put my own panties back on. We chat as he dresses, again a little more informally. I sit on the bed as he puts his shoes back on. With a flick of my wrist, I inform him he is now “dismissed” and he thanks his Mistress one last time before leaving.
I had a lot of fun with this and tell Sara that I would like to be considered for any submissive client that comes to the brothel.
Ooops, I have gone on for a long time here, and do not have time for the second role-play client. So that will have to be tomorrow.
Thursday 31 March 2011
Back to The Brothel
Seems as though it has been ages since I worked at the brothel, and it feels strange to be working in one place after being on-call for a while.
Nothing much has changed, however we do have a new girl called Hanna. She is a cute young blonde that has worked at various brothels in her hometown of Norwich. We hit it off straight away as we both have similar senses of humour.
I do not know what it is like at brothels around the world, but there is no jealousy here. Perhaps because we do not have a number of girls competing for clients. Here, if one guy chooses the other girl, you can be pretty sure that you will soon have a client.
My thigh length boots finally came, but I still chose to wear platform mules with my black lingerie and red fishnets. I wanted to go for a slightly Hispanic Hooker look. Using lots of gel and hair spray, I teased my hair into a tight pony tail...pretty much flat to my head. I finished of with a dark brown lip liner around a midnight rose lipstick. I am going through so much lipstick in this job. Chanel really need to make a cock resistant lipstick for a new hooker range.
I had had a range of clients yesterday, from a poor guy that just could not get it up to a man who fucked me pretty much straight for 45 mins. Did I cum? Well that is between me, him and the towel ;)
Another shopping trip is in order. We have a lot of people requesting domination, and I think my bossy side will be perfect for this. Unlike most professional dominatrixeseses, (what is bloody the plural for dominatrix lol?), we reward our slaves with sex. Oh I do love taking control during sex. So anyway, I need to get some latex wear. Ehhhm I am getting excited already.
Ciao bambinos
Wednesday 30 March 2011
Another Week Another Dollar, (OK Pound)
Before I start, I found this random picture on the internet. It is not me or anyone I know, but it really captures that first meeting between customer and hooker. The woman in the pic is pretty much wearing exactly what I wore last Thursday.
Anyway, back to moi. Yesterday was spent mainly on outcalls. I do like outcalls as the clients tend to be more relaxed in their own homes or hotel rooms. I tend to go for a slightly tarty secretary look so as people do not suspect I am a hooker. Yesterday I wore a dark grey dress over nude stockings and black heels. The dress comes off easily, revealing my cream lingerie.
My driver had me in stitches telling me about this hooker he was driving for last week. Apparently she went to a hotel last week and knocked on the wrong door. The guy inside did not correct this, and used her services. It was only when she had checked her cell phone, and seen all these missed calls and messages did she realise her mistake. She had to make up some excuse and go and service the client that actually booked her.
I will let you read about one of my clients yesterday, again to get a good feel of this side of my work. The driver dropped me off in the car park, and I breezed passed reception as if I was a businesswoman going for a meeting. This hotel is easy to find your way around, so I just got into the lift and went to the second floor. I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, (remembering the story the driver told me), I made sure that this was the guy that booked me.
Forget about the films, clients rarely call down for room service when they "entertain" a hooker. This guy, let's call him Paul, did not want the massage, and I could tell he was straight out of a shower. Now guys, few things impress a hooker, but someone that takes time to have a shower first will always get brownie points.
We talked over a few things, then I got on my knees to suck his cock. Some clients do not want to use the bed, worried that we will dirty it lol. As he was getting harder and harder, he kept letting out a little squeal which was offputting. He moved my head away, and I stood up. He directed me towards the dressing table, and I placed my hands on the table and spread my legs a little. His hard cock entered me as I bent over. I kept looking down at the table, as I do not like watching myself being fucked by a client in a mirror.
He grabbed my shoulders as he pushed in harder. When I am being taken in this way, I do not have to worry about showing my "sex face". He can not see it. My mind tends to drift whilst the client is fucking me. I think of all crap from what am I going to have for dinner, to whether I should get a cat. He finally cums, it seemed an eternity, and my back was starting to hurt.
we chat for a bit as we get dressed and I apply some makeup. He tells me that he visits London twice a month, and could he have my number for next time he is down. I think I really need some cards printed. There is no pen to be found, so I write it on a the hotel headed paper with my lipstick. How cliched?
I waltz back passed reception as if my business meeting had been a success. I do not know why I play this charade. The reception girls have seen me enough times now to know I am a prostitute lol.
My phone rings....it is going to be a busy day.
Anyway, back to moi. Yesterday was spent mainly on outcalls. I do like outcalls as the clients tend to be more relaxed in their own homes or hotel rooms. I tend to go for a slightly tarty secretary look so as people do not suspect I am a hooker. Yesterday I wore a dark grey dress over nude stockings and black heels. The dress comes off easily, revealing my cream lingerie.
My driver had me in stitches telling me about this hooker he was driving for last week. Apparently she went to a hotel last week and knocked on the wrong door. The guy inside did not correct this, and used her services. It was only when she had checked her cell phone, and seen all these missed calls and messages did she realise her mistake. She had to make up some excuse and go and service the client that actually booked her.
I will let you read about one of my clients yesterday, again to get a good feel of this side of my work. The driver dropped me off in the car park, and I breezed passed reception as if I was a businesswoman going for a meeting. This hotel is easy to find your way around, so I just got into the lift and went to the second floor. I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, (remembering the story the driver told me), I made sure that this was the guy that booked me.
Forget about the films, clients rarely call down for room service when they "entertain" a hooker. This guy, let's call him Paul, did not want the massage, and I could tell he was straight out of a shower. Now guys, few things impress a hooker, but someone that takes time to have a shower first will always get brownie points.
We talked over a few things, then I got on my knees to suck his cock. Some clients do not want to use the bed, worried that we will dirty it lol. As he was getting harder and harder, he kept letting out a little squeal which was offputting. He moved my head away, and I stood up. He directed me towards the dressing table, and I placed my hands on the table and spread my legs a little. His hard cock entered me as I bent over. I kept looking down at the table, as I do not like watching myself being fucked by a client in a mirror.
He grabbed my shoulders as he pushed in harder. When I am being taken in this way, I do not have to worry about showing my "sex face". He can not see it. My mind tends to drift whilst the client is fucking me. I think of all crap from what am I going to have for dinner, to whether I should get a cat. He finally cums, it seemed an eternity, and my back was starting to hurt.
we chat for a bit as we get dressed and I apply some makeup. He tells me that he visits London twice a month, and could he have my number for next time he is down. I think I really need some cards printed. There is no pen to be found, so I write it on a the hotel headed paper with my lipstick. How cliched?
I waltz back passed reception as if my business meeting had been a success. I do not know why I play this charade. The reception girls have seen me enough times now to know I am a prostitute lol.
My phone rings....it is going to be a busy day.
Monday 28 March 2011
Clients. What they can Expect
Now what would someone expect from a trip to the brothel? I thought it would be handy to go through the typical session of two clients to give those that have never visited a brothel before a taste of the experience. Of course different places vary, but there will be more similarities than differences.
We will call the first client Jimmy. He is an experienced client, and in his late 30’s. He is one of those men that dress in the latest clothes, but never looks smart. He has sexy green eyes, dark short hair, and has let his body go a bit. Not obsess, but his love handles could do with a tone-up.
Anyway, Jimmy calls the house early in the day to check what girls are working that day. He does not know either of us girls, so he says that he wants to book a time, but not choose a girl until he gets here. A regular client knows that an appointment before 3:00pm in the best. Not only does he have more chance of being able to choose between girls, he realises that the girls will be more energetic. Let’s face facts here, we may be prostitutes, but we are not robots. By the end of the day, our bodies and minds become tired, and if it is a real busy day, we will be going through the motions.
Anyway, Jimmy calls as he gets to the train station. We do have a lot of timewasters, so a client must confirm 15 minutes before the appointment. This also gives the girls time to top up their makeup, and finish cleaning up if they have just had a client.
Jimmy rings again when he is at the stairs leading to the brothel, and Sara, (the receptionist/madam), checks out and opens the door. Jimmy comes in, and with a few pleasant words with Sara, he is led into one of the rooms.
Me and Helena, (the other girl working), take it in turns to go into the room and introduce ourselves. Jimmy has a straight choice between blonde, (Helena), and brunette, (me). Other establishments will have wider choices, some may have none. As I mentioned earlier in my blogs, I tend to go in, smile, introduce myself and give the client a quick kiss on the cheek. As I do this, Jimmy gives a friendly smile and I leave the room. It is then that he tells Sara which girl he wants. On this occasion Jimmy picks me...well it would be a pointless blog if he picked Helena lol.
I have noticed that some men will already start getting undressed, so will stand watching the porn film that is always on the TV, and some will nervously look around the room. I go back into the room and notice that Jimmy is already undressing. On the bed is a white envelope with the money in. I close the door and say “what service do you want baby?”. He replies that he wants the 30 minute deluxe, and hands me the envelope. I leave the room to give the envelope to Sara, who counts the money, (you can’t trust anyone eh?), and then I return to the room. This may all seem abrupt, but guy knows what he wants, and to sit down and discuss his needs just eats into his time. He pays not for the service, but for the time. He could be near to having an orgasm that could be measured on the Richter scale, but if his 30 minutes is up, he is bang out of luck.
I re-enter the room and lay a large beach towel on the bed. This more to protect the bedspread from massage oil than anything else. As I take my bra off, and rub some lotion on my hands, Jimmy lays face down on the bed. I sit astride him, and slowly massage the oil into his back. He has a fairly cute arse, so I massage there too. When I feel he is ready, I gesture for him to turn over. As he does, I massage some oil into his chest. I take my panties off and ask whether he wants my shoes on and off. Shoes can get in the way, (especially when they are 6 inch platforms), but some have a fetish for shoes. Jimmy prefers shoes off. As he fondles my breasts, I put down the oil, and rub his thighs. As he continues to caress my body, I take a condom out and place it on his cock. I then take myself off of his body and start kissing up and down the shaft before taking his cock in my mouth. I suck until he is moaning before slowly moving beside him. Jimmy is experienced so he moves me into position. He is going for the straight missionary position and as he starts to enter me, I tease my nipples with my long red nails.
Jimmy is a little rough, but not so as I would be worried. He just starts hard. I guess there is no real need for foreplay when you are with a hooker. I do not just lay back and think of England, my hands go all over his body and I arch my back. I moan in the right places as he pounds me harder. As he cums, he stays in that final position for a while before getting off me. I sit up on the bed and smile at him, he smiles back. Shortly there will be the knock on the door to remind us that the 30 minutes are up, so I get a wet wipe to clean myself up, and gather my lingerie and shoes. If I have a client waiting, I will leave the room as soon as I am dressed. However, I had a little time, so I made some final small talk with Jimmy before he dressed and left.
Now we can call the second client Paul. This is his first time using the brothel. Like Jimmy he has called up to book, and called 15 minutes beforehand. However, it was later in the day, and Helena and I were both busy with clients. He was given the option to come and wait in reception or to come back in 20 minutes. He chose a quick drink in the pub to relax his nerves, (as he later told me). He calls and enters a little more nervously than Jimmy. Helena is already busy with a client, so I am more visible as he comes past reception. Sara mentions that I am the girl that is free, (this allows the client to leave if the prostitute is not to his taste), and he nods in agreement. Seeing he is nervous, I lead him to the bedroom by his hand.
I take more time with Paul. I sit him on the bed, and sit by as close as possible so my stockinged leg is touch his leg. I explain what I offer, and the sex is implied as opposed to stated....You never know, he could be a cop. I can see he is looking at me leg and not at my face, so I turn and place one leg over his lap as we talk. He chooses the half hour deluxe too, (if you have read my blog you will know that is a massage, half blowjob and sex). He nervously hands over the cash, and I quickly take it to reception as Paul undresses. When I get back, he is standing looking into space..and fully naked. I do the usual with the towel, and take his hand and lead him to the bed. I more or less show him where to lay before giving him the massage. I make more small talk with newbies in an attempt to relax them. I have already learnt that you keep away from subjects like their family or work. It is a nice day, so I start off talking about the weather. I am a bit of a tomboy, so if all else fails, I will talk about Football.
After the massage, I suck his cock more gently and he places his hands on my head, (more affectionately than forceful. Thankfully he is starting to get hard. I ask where he would like me, and he does not know. So I take control and lower myself onto his cock. I slowly ride him, then pick up the speed. He is moaning as I go up and down on his hard cock before he relaxes a little and rubs my ass. It takes him next to no time to cum, and I start to slowly rise from his deflating cock. I take the condom off and place it in the bin. We still have 10 mins so I lay myself next to him, I place my leg over his, and we chat for a few minutes. He loved it, and was so happy that he had the courage to do it. We are always on the lookout for a new regular and perhaps I have just bagged myself one, (he has now rebooked). I take more time getting dressed whilst he puts his clothes on. We have a quick hug and I leave him.
I hope this gives a little insight into visiting a brothel for both the first timers and the regulars
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