I was not meant to be working Saturday, but I agreed to do some outcall work for the brothel. This is when you visit a client that has booked a home or hotel visit. It is fairly safe as I had a driver that acted as chauffeur and body guard. However this eats into the "wages".
Of course I could not just go to a house in my lingerie, so I decided to dress as if I was going out for dinner. My black stockings and lingerie hidden under a black Dorothy Perkins dress. It felt strange going to a stranger's home, but the actual work is the same once you are in the bedroom.
I also did some calls to the same hotel. Some hotels have a zero tolerance on prostitutes, some tolerate it, and some encourage it. This hotel was one of the later. I was told to introduce myself to Billy the concierge the first time I went there, and not to just walk passed reception. I had a couple of booked appointments, and Billy was kind enough to let me sit in the bar inbetween. The female receptionists were less welcoming, but I was not there to change their opinions on working girls.
To be honest, I ended up doing great business in the hotel, and ended up sending the driver home. I have agreed with both the brothel and the hotel that I will do a couple of days of solely hotel work.
Yesterday, I had a nice day off. It was great to just be able to dress in a baggy sweater, jeans and flat shoes. I went out for lunch with a couple of the brothel girls, and we had a great laugh chatting. The girls are the ones that understand what I am doing, and there is a matter of fact way of talking that puts it all into context. At one point we looked around the fairly busy bar, and Marie, (one of the girls), said that I had probably had more cocks in my mouth this week than were here in the pub. The sad thing is, she was probably right.
Back to work today at the brothel. I am going for a spring look today. I have a set of pink and white satin panty and bra, white stockings and suspenders and a pair of pink strappy platform heels.
Love y'all
Monday, 28 March 2011
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Y'all
Hey I am starting to get some people over here. Mostly the viewers are from the UK, but I now have quite a few from the US and Canada. I am guessing from those that know me at EP. Keep reading my darlings
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Friday Feeling
I was a bit of a lazy girl yesterday, blogging wise, but just noted how many views I am getting...so I better get my ass into gear.
It has been a busy few days in the brothel, and I am looking forward to getting back to normality tomorrow. Sunday I can just slop around in some leggings, give my face a rest from make up and kitty can have a well deserved vacation.
Again, people seem to like to know what I was wearing. Yesterday I had a cute black négligée with a pair if plain black panties, fishnet lacetop stockings and my strappy transparent shoes with a 5 inch heel and large platform.
I had my first repeat booking yesterday, and I think this guy will be my first regular at the house. He is a sweet guy, and very English. I almost expect him to shake my hand after, and congratulate me on my efforts.
It has only been a week, but I feel as though I have been their ages. Sitting there half naked chatting seems to create a bond, and I am starting to count my fellow prostitutes as friends.
Another first, for me, yesterday was a man that just could not get hard. I tried everything, my hands, my mouth,,,but there was no chance his soldier was going to stand to attention. I do not do bareback, but some guys do have a condom floppy. So I tried giving him a hand job without the condom...but it was going nowhere. The poor guy was sweet about it, but it did make me smile when he apologised to me. I just thought that over the week I have had close to 30 clients, 29 of them were as stiff as a board, so I do not think it is anything I am doing lol.
Part of my services is called GFE, which is Girl Friend Experience. This is a role play scenario in which the hooker pretends to be a girlfriend or partner. I think for some clients it takes away their fear/shame of visiting a prostitute. Yesterday I had one such session. They tend to last longer than the normal half hour fuck and suck sessions. I undressed him rather than leaving him in the room to undress, and the whole foreplay is more intimate. It involves kissing and caressing, which is not normally wanted in a regular session. The trouble is, I have always had a short attention span, so listening to some man telling me about how his day in the Futures Market was, as I kissed his neck, required a lot of effort. Prostitutes do not just sell their body, they sell their ears as well lol.
It has been a busy few days in the brothel, and I am looking forward to getting back to normality tomorrow. Sunday I can just slop around in some leggings, give my face a rest from make up and kitty can have a well deserved vacation.
Again, people seem to like to know what I was wearing. Yesterday I had a cute black négligée with a pair if plain black panties, fishnet lacetop stockings and my strappy transparent shoes with a 5 inch heel and large platform.
I had my first repeat booking yesterday, and I think this guy will be my first regular at the house. He is a sweet guy, and very English. I almost expect him to shake my hand after, and congratulate me on my efforts.
It has only been a week, but I feel as though I have been their ages. Sitting there half naked chatting seems to create a bond, and I am starting to count my fellow prostitutes as friends.
Another first, for me, yesterday was a man that just could not get hard. I tried everything, my hands, my mouth,,,but there was no chance his soldier was going to stand to attention. I do not do bareback, but some guys do have a condom floppy. So I tried giving him a hand job without the condom...but it was going nowhere. The poor guy was sweet about it, but it did make me smile when he apologised to me. I just thought that over the week I have had close to 30 clients, 29 of them were as stiff as a board, so I do not think it is anything I am doing lol.
Part of my services is called GFE, which is Girl Friend Experience. This is a role play scenario in which the hooker pretends to be a girlfriend or partner. I think for some clients it takes away their fear/shame of visiting a prostitute. Yesterday I had one such session. They tend to last longer than the normal half hour fuck and suck sessions. I undressed him rather than leaving him in the room to undress, and the whole foreplay is more intimate. It involves kissing and caressing, which is not normally wanted in a regular session. The trouble is, I have always had a short attention span, so listening to some man telling me about how his day in the Futures Market was, as I kissed his neck, required a lot of effort. Prostitutes do not just sell their body, they sell their ears as well lol.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Random Shit
I am on a bit of a break, so thouught I would check in. As yet I have no followers, no problem. But I would like feedback. The thing about Blogger is that you can see stats, and I am pleased that I have had a few hits. Apart from the UK, there has been a number of hits from New Zealand. If you can not follow via a Gmail account, hit me up on summer@seductivesummer.co.uk. Let me know what you think of my blog, and make any suggestions in regards to what you want to know about my newish job.
My new friend in Liverpool asked what I was wearing today. So....... I have a black with white spot bra and panty set, (the panties are more like a thong), black sheer holdup stockings with a lace top and my lovely pair of black strappy sandals. They have a 5 inch heel and 2 inch platform, and a peep toe
Hey I am now also on Twitter.
http://twitter.com/SeductiveSummer/
My new friend in Liverpool asked what I was wearing today. So....... I have a black with white spot bra and panty set, (the panties are more like a thong), black sheer holdup stockings with a lace top and my lovely pair of black strappy sandals. They have a 5 inch heel and 2 inch platform, and a peep toe
Hey I am now also on Twitter.
http://twitter.com/SeductiveSummer/
First Day (Part 2)
Arrived nice and early, and got changed. I was the lady in red. Red Bra and panties, red fishnet holdups and my transparent shoes. I gotta say that I looked the part.
There was still around 40 minutes till the brothel opened, and we went through the bookings. As I had said, I had three bookings for the day, and these were pretty spread out. The butterflies started, and gradually got worse as it approached mid day. In a warped way, it was a bit of a climax when opening time came that there was not a line of people outside lol.
I still can not get use to walking around the place, or just sitting there, half naked and in stupidly high heels. To me, it is still surreal doing mundane things like making a cup of coffee dressed like this.
We had our first walk in around 12:30. Every girl has their own way of doing the introduction. I just waited for Alina to introduce herself, then walked into the room, smiled and said my name, I then walked over and placed a kiss on the cheek of the potential client. This time the client picked Alina, so I went back to the kitchen.
Now I have watched a lot of programmes on TV about the Cathouses of Nevada, with lineups of around 10 girls. To be picked out of one of these line-ups is 1/10 odds, in my brothel it is 50 50....and the pride in me was hurt that I was not picked. I need to harden up.
I did not have to wait long for my first client of the day. I will call him Martin. He was a guy in his late 40s, fairly well built but very shy. When I was massaging him, it felt like the situation we all find ourselves in where there is a transfer of control. It is like going to the hairdressers, you are basically at their mercy, and need to find something to talk about. I created a little character for myself. I did not want to tell the truth about my reasons for becoming a prostitute, as some men always think they can try to save you etc. So I just say that I love sex, and this is the perfect job for me.
Anyway the sex was fairly short, and certainly nothing of note to repeat here.
A while later, I had my booking. He was a regular customer, and fairly friendly. It is not my place to ask why a client goes to brothels, (I found out over the day that some will tell me that information anyway). Some clients want to think that they are your only client for the day, this one seemed more matter of fact, so I replied that he was the second of the day.
I then did another joint introduction, and was chosen...Pride restored.
Now I am a smoker, and even brothels are not exempt from the National Smoking ban, so I had to smoke outside. Of course I was not going out half naked, so I borrowed a trench coat from Sara, and went outside. There is only one entrance, so I had to go there. Thankfully steps raise me up slightly from the streets below. However, a girl with red fishnet stockings and stripper shoes under a trenchcoat is hardly telling the world she is a bank manager. I had one man shouting out "how much darling?", but I smiled and ignored him. I have never finished a cigarette so fast.
The afternoon was steady, but comfortable. I was told that it can get busy around 5:30 when the offices close, so I changed panties and stockings, and freshened up.
They were not kidding. It seemed as soon as it hit 5:30 the phone kept ringing. Two guys came in at the same time. One was taken to a bedroom and the other left in reception. We did the introductions to the first, and I was picked. Alina took the other.
Now my client, in his 50s, was fairly large, and he seemed to pound me for the duration of the session. I kept looking at the clock, but he cum with about 2 minutes to spare. I heard Sara knock on the door which meant time was up, so I left him to dress as I went to the bathroom to clean up and fix my make up. Sara opened the door, and said there was a client waiting. So I quickly finished my lipstick and rushed to the third bedroom. One man getting dressed in one bedroom, and one getting ready for sex in another. Yeah, that is the life of a hooker lol.
Thankfully the sex was not so long this time as I was starting to get a little sore. To my horror, there was another guy waiting in reception as I finished and went to clean up. As we did our introductions, I was polite, but did not kiss this guy. Not because he was ugly, but I was hoping beyond hope that he would pick Alina to give me a rest. For some reason he still picked me. So I basically had 3 clients in less than 2 hours. I thought I am going to need ice cubes for my pussy at this rate.
It stayed busy till around 9:00 pm. I had almost twice as many clients in the last 4 hours as I had in the first 6. I was shattered when they finally closed the doors. I know it will get easier, but I was like a zombie as I waited for the cab.
The cab driver must have been use to driving the girls home as he just chatted about the place and the girls.
Finally I got home to my own bed. Stripped off the makeup, had a long bath and went to bed. Whoring is a great cure for insomnia.
There was still around 40 minutes till the brothel opened, and we went through the bookings. As I had said, I had three bookings for the day, and these were pretty spread out. The butterflies started, and gradually got worse as it approached mid day. In a warped way, it was a bit of a climax when opening time came that there was not a line of people outside lol.
I still can not get use to walking around the place, or just sitting there, half naked and in stupidly high heels. To me, it is still surreal doing mundane things like making a cup of coffee dressed like this.
We had our first walk in around 12:30. Every girl has their own way of doing the introduction. I just waited for Alina to introduce herself, then walked into the room, smiled and said my name, I then walked over and placed a kiss on the cheek of the potential client. This time the client picked Alina, so I went back to the kitchen.
Now I have watched a lot of programmes on TV about the Cathouses of Nevada, with lineups of around 10 girls. To be picked out of one of these line-ups is 1/10 odds, in my brothel it is 50 50....and the pride in me was hurt that I was not picked. I need to harden up.
I did not have to wait long for my first client of the day. I will call him Martin. He was a guy in his late 40s, fairly well built but very shy. When I was massaging him, it felt like the situation we all find ourselves in where there is a transfer of control. It is like going to the hairdressers, you are basically at their mercy, and need to find something to talk about. I created a little character for myself. I did not want to tell the truth about my reasons for becoming a prostitute, as some men always think they can try to save you etc. So I just say that I love sex, and this is the perfect job for me.
Anyway the sex was fairly short, and certainly nothing of note to repeat here.
A while later, I had my booking. He was a regular customer, and fairly friendly. It is not my place to ask why a client goes to brothels, (I found out over the day that some will tell me that information anyway). Some clients want to think that they are your only client for the day, this one seemed more matter of fact, so I replied that he was the second of the day.
I then did another joint introduction, and was chosen...Pride restored.
Now I am a smoker, and even brothels are not exempt from the National Smoking ban, so I had to smoke outside. Of course I was not going out half naked, so I borrowed a trench coat from Sara, and went outside. There is only one entrance, so I had to go there. Thankfully steps raise me up slightly from the streets below. However, a girl with red fishnet stockings and stripper shoes under a trenchcoat is hardly telling the world she is a bank manager. I had one man shouting out "how much darling?", but I smiled and ignored him. I have never finished a cigarette so fast.
The afternoon was steady, but comfortable. I was told that it can get busy around 5:30 when the offices close, so I changed panties and stockings, and freshened up.
They were not kidding. It seemed as soon as it hit 5:30 the phone kept ringing. Two guys came in at the same time. One was taken to a bedroom and the other left in reception. We did the introductions to the first, and I was picked. Alina took the other.
Now my client, in his 50s, was fairly large, and he seemed to pound me for the duration of the session. I kept looking at the clock, but he cum with about 2 minutes to spare. I heard Sara knock on the door which meant time was up, so I left him to dress as I went to the bathroom to clean up and fix my make up. Sara opened the door, and said there was a client waiting. So I quickly finished my lipstick and rushed to the third bedroom. One man getting dressed in one bedroom, and one getting ready for sex in another. Yeah, that is the life of a hooker lol.
Thankfully the sex was not so long this time as I was starting to get a little sore. To my horror, there was another guy waiting in reception as I finished and went to clean up. As we did our introductions, I was polite, but did not kiss this guy. Not because he was ugly, but I was hoping beyond hope that he would pick Alina to give me a rest. For some reason he still picked me. So I basically had 3 clients in less than 2 hours. I thought I am going to need ice cubes for my pussy at this rate.
It stayed busy till around 9:00 pm. I had almost twice as many clients in the last 4 hours as I had in the first 6. I was shattered when they finally closed the doors. I know it will get easier, but I was like a zombie as I waited for the cab.
The cab driver must have been use to driving the girls home as he just chatted about the place and the girls.
Finally I got home to my own bed. Stripped off the makeup, had a long bath and went to bed. Whoring is a great cure for insomnia.
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
First Day (Part 1)
So here it is, my first full day. Sara from the Brothel called me early to have a chat. I think the real reason was to check that I was not having second thoughts.
She did inform me that I already had 3 pre-bookings. I was a little shocked as this as they had not had a chance to feature me on their website. However, Sara told me that they have a lot of regulars that check to see if new girls have started. Most of these guys have had sex with everyone there, so a new hooker is exciting for them.
I have had a long shower, did my hair and nails. I will do my makeup when I am there so it is fresh. I have converted an old laptop case into my hooker case. I have lube, condoms, massage lotions, wet wipes, spare makeup and stockings, and a spare pair of panties. It looks like I am going on vacation as I am taking all my new shoes to the brothel, (yes they all arrived). I could probably get away with friends seeing one pair of platform stripper shoes, but 3 pairs may give the game away.
It is a really nice day, so I am wearing a denim skirt, flat pumps and black sweater. I look more student than hooker. For work, I am going for all red. Red bra and panties set, red stockings and transparent shoes.
Wish me luck
She did inform me that I already had 3 pre-bookings. I was a little shocked as this as they had not had a chance to feature me on their website. However, Sara told me that they have a lot of regulars that check to see if new girls have started. Most of these guys have had sex with everyone there, so a new hooker is exciting for them.
I have had a long shower, did my hair and nails. I will do my makeup when I am there so it is fresh. I have converted an old laptop case into my hooker case. I have lube, condoms, massage lotions, wet wipes, spare makeup and stockings, and a spare pair of panties. It looks like I am going on vacation as I am taking all my new shoes to the brothel, (yes they all arrived). I could probably get away with friends seeing one pair of platform stripper shoes, but 3 pairs may give the game away.
It is a really nice day, so I am wearing a denim skirt, flat pumps and black sweater. I look more student than hooker. For work, I am going for all red. Red bra and panties set, red stockings and transparent shoes.
Wish me luck
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Shopping
I finally got some money. So I had to go and get some working clothes. Sadly I have to wait for Victoria Secrets to open in London in 2012, so it was a trip to my nearest shopping centre.
As I said, I hate cliches, but I did look at various sites to see what hookers wear for work. I then decided on different looks. Perhaps it is me planning to play a character, but one look is called my Carmen look. It is the red bra and knickers in my profile pic. I will team this with red stockings, and have my hair in a tight pony tail. Most of the other lingerie was black...you can not go wrong with black. I bought a real cute baby doll for those days a girl is feeling a little fat. On special days, the girls wear kinky uniforms, but I will wait till I am earning before I invest in these.
I must admit, I have never purchased so many stockings. Black, Barely Black, Natural, Red, Sheer, Fishnet, whalenet, white. I am like a one woman Sock Shop.
I recieved one pair of shoes today that I purchased off ebay. They are transparent mules like the ones I borrowed on my trial day. I was wearing them around the house yesterday so I could get use to them. I felt so tall lol. I have a pair of black strappy platforms, (2 inch platform, and 5 inch heel), and a pair of strappy transparent platforms still on order. When I get paid, I will get some boots.
Have to admit, I am getting very nervous today, but no regrets. I am a determined girl, it has just taken me a while to realise what I want, and how to achieve it. I want to study, and hooking will pay for this.
As I said, I hate cliches, but I did look at various sites to see what hookers wear for work. I then decided on different looks. Perhaps it is me planning to play a character, but one look is called my Carmen look. It is the red bra and knickers in my profile pic. I will team this with red stockings, and have my hair in a tight pony tail. Most of the other lingerie was black...you can not go wrong with black. I bought a real cute baby doll for those days a girl is feeling a little fat. On special days, the girls wear kinky uniforms, but I will wait till I am earning before I invest in these.
I must admit, I have never purchased so many stockings. Black, Barely Black, Natural, Red, Sheer, Fishnet, whalenet, white. I am like a one woman Sock Shop.
I recieved one pair of shoes today that I purchased off ebay. They are transparent mules like the ones I borrowed on my trial day. I was wearing them around the house yesterday so I could get use to them. I felt so tall lol. I have a pair of black strappy platforms, (2 inch platform, and 5 inch heel), and a pair of strappy transparent platforms still on order. When I get paid, I will get some boots.
Have to admit, I am getting very nervous today, but no regrets. I am a determined girl, it has just taken me a while to realise what I want, and how to achieve it. I want to study, and hooking will pay for this.
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