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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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