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.

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

End of The Week

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

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

xx

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.

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/