Reflections on a Blowbang
October 10, 2008
After my recent experience with a 10-guy blowbang/bukkake party, I have a much greater appreciation for the talents of some porn stars now. Do you have any idea how hard it is to suck ten cocks in succession, while using your hands to jerk off two others simultaneously, especially after your face has been covered in cum and you can’t see shit? I suppose it is one thing to do that with three guys, but to have the cocks you’re playing with continuously recycle for almost an hour…it gets a bit overwhelming. When I was finished, my neck and jaw were sore. Maybe it is one of those things where practice makes perfect? 
Anyway, as I mentioned a few weeks ago, some members of a local sex club asked me to be the center in a blowbang. We negotiated the rates, and after having the guys go through two rounds of STD testing, I agreed to entertain them for up to an hour – they could each have as many pops as they could achieve during that time, and they could cum anywhere they wanted. It seemed to be a pretty active club, with well over a hundred people (singles and couples) as members; they just wanted some “fresh” talent to play with. I got ready and headed off for the club, arriving right on time, and went in. I was introduced to everyone and we spent a few minutes checking everyone’s identification (to compare against the test results). When that was out of the way we discussed the game plan and the rules of engagement, then got ready for the festivities.
One of the guys asked if I would take my hair down instead of leaving it pulled back – he thought I looked “a lot hotter” that way. I knew that’d make for more time in the shower afterward, but that’s what my clients wanted, so that’s what they would get. I went into the bathroom and took it down and brushed it out, then removed all of my clothes and walked out into the room they’d set up for the party. There was a nice wide cushion in the middle of the room, so I walked straight to it, knelt down and said, “Bring it on.” The guys began taking off their clothes and getting themselves hard. Most of them already had standing erections when they pulled their pants off.
The sex itself started off pretty slowly, actually. I had to convince the guys they weren’t going to break me. “Haven’t you guys seen this kind of stuff in porn before?” I laughed. They seemed almost hesitant to use me, as if they were trying to be gentle because they were paying me, or because I was new, or something. It wasn’t doing anything for me at all, though. And while my role as a paid professional was to satisfy them, I booked this event just as much for me as anything else. And, well, I wanted some…entertainment out of it myself.
“Fuck me like you mean it. Grab my hair if you need to.” They still didn’t get it, so I had to pull my mouth off this one guy’s gorgeous cock, “Look guys, I want you to fuck my face. Use my mouth like you would my cunt. Just grab my hair and fuck me. If it gets to be too much I’ll let you know, I promise. I’ll slap you on the leg.” Finally, someone took the initiative and went to work. He grabbed my hair and force fed me his cock, causing me to gag a bit – I hadn’t had one in my throat yet, so it hadn’t quite relaxed. I got over that soon enough, though, and began giving the kind of hands-free blowjobs I consider my specialty. That allowed me to use my free hands to jerk off the guys standing to either side of me. As each guy would come up, he’d grab my head and guide his cock into me, letting go of it once he’d entered my mouth. I tried to maintain eye contact with the guy fucking my face at any given moment, but with all of the movement and whatnot going on around me that proved to be more difficult than you might imagine.
Each man waited his turn, with his cock in his hand keeping himself hard. One by one, they’d penetrate me and begin thrusting. I’d take them in my mouth and swallow them down to their balls and then mouth fuck them until they were ready to let the next guy in. Within about ten minutes one guy was ready cum. He pushed the guy whose cock I had in my mouth out of the way and unloaded what seemed like gallons of semen on my face – he must’ve been saving all week for this.
The cum started running down the bridge of my nose and slid off in a long stringy white thread. That always tickles, so I had to reach up and wipe the cum off the tip of my nose. I just twirled it it around my finger and stuck it in my mouth, then pulled it out to allow a cock to replace the finger. One after the other the cocks kept coming. I will say that I have never felt sluttier in my life, having one random cock after another push into my mouth, my throat, with my lips and tongue wrapping around them. It was pretty surreal at the time, being surrounded by that many people – that many cocks - all just waiting for their opportunity to use my mouth. It was at this point that it occurred to me that professional porn stars’ talents are perhaps underrated to a degree.
The guy in my mouth pulled out and announced he was going to cum. I just looked up at him and that sent him over the edge. He shot another huge load at me and since my face was turned up a bit, one of the volleys went right up my left nostril and my head jerked back. Fuck, that hurt. If you’ve ever had soda burp up into your nose, you have some idea what this felt like. His second shot landed in a big dollop right in my left eye, which happened to be open at the time. He apologized, and I had to stop for a second to blow the cum out of my nose and clean my eye out.
Fortunately, since this was to be a bukkake party as well, I hadn’t worn my contacts. I knew I’d likely be getting cum in my eyes, and semen and contacts don’t mix very well at all. So I really couldn’t see terribly clearly from the get go. I considered wearing my glasses, but I knew they’d be covered in cum, too, and I still wouldn’t be able to see shit, so why even bother. Even with your eyes closed some of that cum will leak into your eyes if you even barely take the pressure off your eyelids; there’s no way to keep your eyes closed that tightly for any long period of time, especially when you have to concentrate on so many other things. Cum stings but the pain goes away after a couple of minutes so I’d prepared myself to just deal with it and move on.
Semen blasts out of a cock at about 30 miles per hour in some cases. And sometimes it just oozes out. That’s so sad when you’re trying to plaster someone’s face I’d have to imagine. The specific strength behind how much pressure you get apparently has something to do with how aroused you are, how long you’ve been aroused, how long it has been since your last ejaculation, and so forth, and based on that it would appear that several of these guys had been saving up.
Being hit between the eyes with a strong spurt of cum at that speed is an interesting feeling, especially if you don’t see it coming. It is not unlike being shot in the face with a water gun, actually. I could always get a sense of when someone was about to unload on me because the guy whose cock I had in my mouth would withdraw and nothing would replace it. I could hear someone approach me and could tell he was jerking himself off. So I just sat there with my eyes closed each time waiting for the stream to hit my face; I didn’t even squench my face up any longer.
I have become so enamored at having someone cum on my face that I now have little “baby orgasms” each time someone does it. It’s more of a little tingling in my crotch, I guess, than anything like a serious orgasm. But it is noticeable and it feels good. The only thing I can attribute this to is the way in which I was introduced to the facial – it was so slutty now that I look back on it - I guess I just have a psychological predilection toward seeing it as a dirty thing to do. And, of course, that gets me off.
I’ve made comments before about the sounds involved during sex, and this was another one of those situations where I had to rely on my ears to gain some sense what was going on. I’m not even sure how you’d describe to someone the sounds you hear from a room full of men jerking themselves off, grunting and groaning as they build up and release. Those that have applied lube to their cocks have this sort of squishy sound going on, and I can hear my slurping on the cock I have in my mouth at any given moment. As it fucks deeper into my mouth and then withdraws it kind of creates a vacuum on the way out. I have to open my mouth just a bit to equalize the pressure and that, too, causes a sound.
I even find myself subconsciously grunting and growling when I’m being face fucked. I know in a lot of porn movies when the girls are being throat fucked they make these silly noises that just drive me batty, and I thought to myself, “Gosh, I hope I don’t sound that ridiculous.” I even tried to suppress it for the short period of time that I could focus on it. And then you factor in everyone’s breathing – especially the heavier breathing as someone approachs an orgasm. It all generates a cacophony that you really never even hear in a porno because of all of that ridiculous moaning and yapping and all the other shit they overlay on the soundtrack.
You also don’t notice the differences in taste of the guys’ cocks after a few minutes. Your mouth doesn’t really go numb, but it becomes so overloaded with the taste of cock, the taste of the cum that has leaked into your mouth from your face, the mucus from the back of your throat, the perspiration (the room was warm), the taste of the lube and so forth that it all just meshes into an unidentifiable concoction with an almost amorphous, salty-sweet-bitter taste.
One guy got a bit upset because I took my hand away from his cock to masturbate myself at one point. I guess as he saw it they were paying for me to service them, not pleasure myself. But I needed to cum. Desperately. I can generally make myself have an orgasm if I squeeze my legs together, but kneeling down as I was with my legs kind of spread out inhibits that, so I needed my hand touching my clit to pull that trigger. I think that is the first time I’ve had an orgasm with a guy’s cock in my throat. My body was contorting as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through me and I was making these guttural sounds that had to be vibrating this man’s cock to one degree or another. It must’ve been a unique feeling for him as well because he came nearly simultaneously, shooting his load into the back of my mouth as I moved up and down on him. I swallowed all of it without missing a beat, while I was having my own orgasm.
I hope he wasn’t upset by the fact that he came in my mouth rather than on my face. It is not easy to close your throat and continue going down on a guy’s cock while it is cumming, not losing a drop and keeping yourself from choking on all of that cum. I’ll usually try to hold the cum in my mouth until a guy’s done and then swallow it all in one load. If I leave my throat open the spurts will hit the back of it, and even with my throat relaxed, those shots will still trigger my gag reflex, causing me to choke up and interrupting the flow of things (no pun intended). Add to that the fact that my body was still recovering from the orgasm I’d just given myself and I think you can get a sense of how difficult this was. Normally, I breathe through my mouth heavily when I am cumming and this time I had to keep it tightly closed around this cock thrusting in and out of my face. I was quite proud of the fact that I’d managed to do all of this, actually.
One after the other the guys unloaded on me, mostly my face, but one guy had a fascination with my boobs, so he released himself on those. There always seems to be one guy in the crowd with a thing for tits. I’d occasionally reach up and try to wipe the cum out of my eyes and away from my nostrils, and would lick whatever was on my fingers off to the delight of the men in the room. Like I said, the room was relatively warm. Otherwise, I’d have been cold with all of that liquid running down my body.
As we progressed, I know at least a couple of the men managed to get off second shots. Quite honestly I completely lost track of how many loads I took, but once you’re covered in that much cum it really doesn’t matter any longer. I just kept sucking until the last man acquiesced and they called it a wrap. Everyone was very complimentary of my talents and techniques – no one was left…unsatisfied.
When it was finally over, I slowly got up onto my feet – my knees were cramping from having to support my weight for the past hour or so. I toweled myself off to keep from tracking cum through the building and had to have someone guide me to the shower. I hopped in and began washing off. My hair was a soggy mess – I actually wish I’d had a photo of what I looked like before I’d gotten in. The entire front of my body was covered in gooey, runny semen. It took me a good forty five minutes to get myself cleaned up. When I was finished, I collected my money and my things and went home…to take another shower!
I know it sounds cliché to say it, and I suspect many people won’t believe it, but I felt incredibly empowered to be able to let go like that and not only enjoy it for myself, but to provide others with a good time as well. It was challenging, and personally empowering. I’d certainly never remotely suggest that my comfort with it (or the act itself) would empower other women, or empower women in general. I’ve always enjoyed the stimulation overload I get from some sexual encounters, however, and this one was an exponential increase over anything I’d experienced before, including my one other experience with having multiple guys cum on me. In that case I was pretty much passive. Here, I was actively engaged and enticing the guys to ejaculate onto me. So all in all I was quite pleased with my performance.
Probably the only thing that was missing from the experience for me was dirty talk. It would’ve made for a hotter experience for me if the guys had been saying something other than the grunts, moans and the occasional “I’m cumming.” Even a “Suck my cock, bitch” would’ve been nice if for no other reason than to break the sound monotony. I know that some of my clients enjoy the dirty talk during our sessions as well and it just seems to make the whole experience that much more intense.
I won’t lie, though, I felt like a porn star, and I was getting off on it. I’ve always thought I could easily do porn; I love sex and I’m a bit of an exhibitionist (you pretty much have to be to be a stripper). I don’t mind fucking someone in front of an audience, either. Several times as a teenager I had sex with a boyfriend or girlfriend in the same room as one or more couples who were also fucking each other. We’d rent hotel rooms or spend some party time in the guest house my parents had on our property in Nashville. I know we’d stop and watch the other couples from time to time and I’d see them watching me as I was fucking. It never occurred to me to be embarrassed about it.
Doing porn would memorialize my sex work, though. Twenty years from now, people would still be able to see me fucking and it would be definitive proof of what I had done, though it’d be vintage porn at that point.
I don’t have a problem with that in and of itself, but as you all know, with today’s ridiculous double standards and this incessant need to demonize someone who has the audacity to publicly admit they are sexual creatures, many employers would balk at hiring a porn star. Some would go so far as to fire someone who’d been in porn before once they found out about it. I think that is asinine, of course, but I recognize it as a reality that must be dealt with. Therefore, no porn for me. With my escort work, there’s plausible denial - at least, so long as I don’t end up getting arrested and having a record. But I do often wonder what kind of success I’d have in the porn industry. I’d need some more practice, though. 
Alexa’s Update # 12
October 8, 2008
Hey, folks.
Please forgive the relative dearth of posts lately. There’s this little thing called school that is kicking my ass. I can see now why they want you taking half the course load you do in undergrad in graduate school. *So* much reading, writing, and project work. Wow. Fortunately, the subject matter is near and dear to my heart, so the reading is something I can concentrate on and actually learn from it, unlike a lot of the shit I had to read in undergrad.
Anyway, I can’t promise that things will get hot and heavy here any time soon. In addition to school, my clients are keeping me quite busy. One of my clients took me to hear the San Francisco Symphony the other day, knowing of my fondness for orchestral concerts. They played a lot of Bernstein music, and it was an afternoon concert. So I got all dolled up, we went to the concert, went back to his place and fucked, then went out to eat at a nice restaurant, and went back and fucked some more. A very nice date indeed.
Another client thanked me recently for improving his marriage and his sex life with his wife, as odd as that sounds. Apparently he’s been married for over 20 years to a woman who grew up in rather conservative conditions and they’ve pretty much had good old vanilla sex for all these years. No anal, no CIM, no spanking, no…not much of anything other than some basic oral followed by missionary and doggy sex. He came to me so that he could “experiment” and “play” and enjoy sex once again. Anyway, somehow this has drastically improved his sex life with his wife and they’ve become a lot closer emotionally. I’ve also taught him a few things to try on her in bed, so maybe that helped a bit.
One of my clients is taking me to see the big air show this weekend, assuming the weather cooperates. The Blue Angels are scheduled to perform. They’ll do, I guess. My dad was in the Air Force, so I have a personal predilection for the Thunderbirds. Either way, the pilots doing those maneuvers at such an incredible speed is just an awesome spectacle to watch. I am very much looking forward to it.
I had a guy contact me about entertaining him and his girfriend for a threesome. It would’ve been my first professional threesome. As a part of my screening process I always spend time talking or e-mailing with clients before I agree to see them, just to get an idea of how the chemistry might work and whatnot. After talking or writing with someone for a while, you get a sense of who they really are, and I have the luxury of being able to pick and choose clients that way.
Anyway, after I talked with this guy for a bit, I just came to the conclusion that he is just not the kind of client I want to see. I really can’t put my finger on it, but it has always been my personal policy to not see anyone I don’t connect with. So I explained that I just didn’t have a warm and fuzzy feeling with it, and politely explained that I couldn’t see him. He asked me to reconsider a couple of times, but I still declined.
A few minutes later, his girlfriend sent me an e-mail asking me to reconsider. He’d shown my photos to her and she apparently *really* liked my look, so she was disappointed that I was turning them down. She sent me the e-mail from her work account, so I began a conversation with her. And during that conversation I could tell that she really likes women - she once dated a woman for over a year.
So, I’ve been talking with her over the past few days and am working on getting her to see me without him. Our conversations have been very sexual and very sensual. She’s been with another woman and is very in touch with her own sexuality, so allowing her mind to work from my words is a lot of fun. They’ve been together for a year, though, and she’s pretty adamant at this point about not playing without him. But she really enjoys the sensuality of another woman, so I am going to see how far I can take it. She’s also a photographer and loves to shoot female nudes. Should be interesting, no? Maybe I’ll pose for her. I’d love to go in for a simple nude shoot and start masturbating for her as she begins taking the photographs, looking at her through her camera lens. I’ll let you guys know what happens, if indeed anything comes of it.
I am working on two posts of interest. One is the post I’ve been promising on the 10-man blowbang I was involved with a few weeks ago. This post will not really be an erotic writing about the encounter in the same spirit as what you’re used to seeing from me, but rather a reflection on how I felt and what I experienced as all of those men fucked my face and ejaculated on me.
The second one is a piece about the use of dirty words in the bedroom and in other places. I love talking dirty (even when I am not in bed, as most of my friends would quickly confirm for you), and the use of naughty language both in bed and as a prelude to what goes on in bed is just another one of those things that has always held considerable eroticism for me. So I hope you’ll enjoy my take on that as well.
I also will be putting a quick, diary-type entry that chronicles my seduction of another girl a couple of years ago. She was the 18-year old sister of a friend, and was just way too irresistible for me to ignore. It took all of a week, and was my quickest seduction of another female (prior to my moving to SF). I’m leaving the writing just as I put it down originally, though I’ll clean up the formatting a bit. I originally wrote it as it was happening in short spurts (diary style) and had intended to go back and flesh it out as a full story, but just never got around to it. There’s also the story about my experience with two sorority girls at the Christiana Hilton Hotel near Wilmington, Delaware, that needs to be put up for your entertainment. Your favorite little whore has had quite a range of experiences with women.
What else is going on?
Not much really. Like I said, school is keeping me busy. I’ve also been watching the debates on TV, and keeping up with the Twitter traffic about the candidates. Some of that stuff is just funny as hell. And I have to say, for the life of me I don’t see how ANYONE can rationally explain a decision to vote for that old condescending fuck McCain and his little Barbie VP partner. Good grief, if I have to hear her utter the word “maverick” one more fucking time, I’ll scratch my own eyeballs out. Having said that, Tina Fey’s impression of her just makes me laugh my ass off.
We’re under a fire weather watch (or something like that) here in the Bay Area tomorrow evening through Saturday. It is getting that time of year where the (real) fire season is upon the state. I’ve switched hurricanes for conflagrations and earthquakes! w00t!
Anyway, stay tuned for the upcoming posts. I know I’ve slowed down a bit, but I’m sure you guys don’t want me failing my classes. Do you? 
Reviews
September 14, 2008
I specifically disallow reviews of my services. I know many escorts rely on them to generate new business (especially those new to the industry), but I personally find them unpalatable for several reasons. Chief among these is the fact that no one can please everyone all the time, and one person’s “bad” session might be someone else’s positive. A bad review in such a case really isn’t fair to me or to other clients because it presents only one side of the equation. And to me, sex is such an individualized experience that having someone reduce it to a mere handful of words just minimizes what takes place and all that goes into it.
I realize what I am doing is a “service” and people who buy it from me deserve to have some idea that they’d get their money’s worth. But I pretty much guarantee satisfaction, and have yet to receive a complaint from a client. And yes, I realize it’d be naive for me to expect everyone to believe that just because I say it.
Still, I am very sensitive to how the chemistry is working between me and a partner, and if it just isn’t clicking, I am not averse to ending the session with no charge to the client. I think both of us should walk away from the appointment feeling as though we got what we originally bargained for. Sadly, I know that other escorts don’t hold that worldview.
There’s more to it than that, though. There’s nothing to prevent someone from saying that I’ve done something I don’t do, or exaggerating what took place, and there’s no way for me to directly counter any falsities that might be presented in a review. I know girls who’ve had people post bogus reviews of them, and it took quite a bit of effort to get them removed. In the meantime, they suffer from the consequences of potential clients reading that stuff and believing it, and then refusing to see her because of it. I don’t feel like having to deal with that (though I acknowledge that that is a relatively rare occurrence).
Now, of course, there’s no way I can prevent someone from posting reviews, but I fully expect my clients to honor my requests. If someone does post a review against my wishes, I sure won’t see him again (even if it was positive), and may even blacklist him if the review has some significant inaccuracies, especially if it is a negative review.
Of course, I don’t want to read about how I did something “wrong,” either.
Positive reviews can generate business, of course. At this point, however, I don’t need that; I generate enough business on my own via word of mouth, referrals, and the limited advertising that I do. Sometimes, an excess of positive reviews may create too high of expectations on the part of potential clients, too. And as I said before, sex is such an individualized experience - you can’t compare someone else’s experiences with yours in something that intimate, so there’s the potential for setting someone up to be disappointed. I mean, I can tell you I do anal, I allow facials, I deepthroat, etc. - having someone else tell you that as well serves no real purpose other than to confirm what I already said. If someone raved over my ability to swallow his “large cock,” and I am unable to do likewise with the next “large cock,” that second cock’s owner is going to be pretty upset.
I could also say that I don’t believe you should kiss and tell, but with my writings here about my experiences, you guys would see right through that shit.
Anyway, one of my clients from a week or so ago sent me a review he wrote that he begged me to let him post on a couple of the review boards. Again, I politely declined, for fear of setting a precedent. It was a pretty awesome review, though, so I thought I’d at least share it here. 
The client was a 42 year old guy, a hobbyist (someone who sees escorts as a “hobby,” basically), and I am reprinting his review here, as he sent it to me, complete with grammatical errors. 
For those of you unfamiliar with the acronyms and vernacular of the business, here is a quick primer:
DFK = Deep French Kissing
BBBJ = Bareback Blow Job (BJ without a condom)
DATY = Dining at the Y (oral sex on a female)
CG = Cowgirl (sex position)
DT = Deep throating
CIM = Cum in mouth
CIF = Cum in/on Face
GFE = Girlfriend experience
PSE = Porn Star experience
ATF = All-Time Favorite
Alexa is truly amazing. A great kisser and so confident. After a few minutes talking and getting to know each other, we make ourselves comfortable and began a long passionate kissing and caressing session. I almost felt like a teenager again I was so excited. She proceeds to tell me that she aims to please, anything goes, and asked if I wanted “girlfriend” or “porn star.” I asked for the porn star treatment, figured I may as well get the most for my money.
She proceeds to give me a BBBJ that almost buckled my knees. This girl is very orally talented. Wow was all I could think. She used lots of spit in order to use both her hands and her mouth. She took me in deeply with only her mouth for several strokes and would then alternate this with concentrating on my soldiers helmet while using her hand to pump me to hardness. She licked every inch of my dick and balls and then deepthroated and slowly worked me up to a frenzy. She could tell as my climax approached and she would then pull back and slow down to hold me back - such a TEASE - this happened a couple of times to where I could stand it no more. Finally, I exploded in her mouth and she kept on sucking to get every ounce out of me. To my surprise, she opens up her mouth and lets my cum flow on her beautiful tits then she licked it off and swallowed every drop. I almost came again just watching her do it.
She left to go to the bathroom and returned with a hot towel to clean me up (very thoughtful). We spent about a half hour talking – she’s very knowlegable and engaging. Time for round 2.
I went in for some DATY, very tasty, on that bald pussy. Started DATY, which she seemed to enjoy and became very wet. She was very responsive to daty. She covers me up, lubes herself and gets on CG. She asks how I like it. I tell her hard. She rode me so hard and long I thought I would pass out. We switched back and forth between Mish and Doggy for 15 - 20 minutes and I decided to lose the cover and go back for that sweet 69…..She re-mounted and I got another 1st class blow while enjoying the sights and smells of pussy….We must have gone at this for 30 minutes and I swear she would bring me to the brink and then back off…The brink, then back off so many times I lost count…..
Then on went the cover again and we did CG and then doggie. I was getting close to popping so asked about greek. She told me to go for it. It was extremely tight as this was the 1st time I was doing greek with anyone. I am a sucker for lower back tats and I couldn’t keep my eyes off hers. She met my every thrust with her own. I lasted about a minute before I popped #2. She got me another towel and we spent some more time talking while I recovered for round 3.
She asked me how I wanted it and I told her I’d like another BBBJ. She got back on her knees and went to town. When she says “porn star sex” she means it. I’ve never gotten such enthusiastic head. I don’t think she has a gag reflex as she DT me without gagging over and over again. When she asked me if I wanted to CIM or CIF I nearly fainted. I’ve never had any girl ask me that before. I opted for her face. I really felt like I was in a porn movie. When I finished, she went and cleaned up and brought me another warm towel, and we were done. We talked some more as she got dressed, gave me a hug and long DFK and was out the door.
I tell you she is 100% gfe/pse. Real girl next door friendly. If you are looking for the tall model type not for you. But if you want a real cute sexy girl who will literally fuck or suck your brains out go see her. She has a minimum 2 hour booking and trust me you’ll need every minute of it. This one may become my ATF if I can keep up financially.
Alexa’s Update # 11
September 8, 2008
Well, I got back Tuesday morning from Fort Lauderdale, as most of you have probably read. I am still having Nikki withdrawals.
Let’s see what’s going on in Alexa-town this week…
My father is considering getting a tummy tuck, according to my mother. lmao He’s always been fit (he has incredibly sexy, runner’s legs and butt, though I’ve never told him that), but I guess age is setting in and causing him to have more tummy than he wants. Apparently, you can get them on an outpatient basis for about three or four thousand dollars these days.
My classes are very interesting, and there’s a lot of intelligent, well-read people in them. This is going better than I’d anticipated, and I am enjoying the heavy reading and class discussions. The students in graduate courses appear, at this point anyway, to be much more…mature than the undergrad ones.
Is there any other woman who just loves to have their head pushed down into the bed, face down, and just railed from behind? I mean, just, god damn. 
*fans self*
Client Updates:
I’ve seen Rick twice this week. I toyed with him a bit on Wednesday, based on a conversation I’d had with one of my friends. She said she’d love fuck me right after I’d had sex with a man, and eat his cum out of my cunt (trust me, she’s a freak, too!). I told her I was going to tell him that, that I bet he’d really get off on that. In order to do that, though, I’d have to let him fuck me bareback, without a condom. I’ve been seeing Rick for several weeks now, and I am comfortable enough with him to allow him to do that.
So when I went in Wednesday morning, I told him that I had a female client who had a special request, and outlined to him what I described above. Needless to say, he found that to be very arousing. We only have about 15-30 minutes each morning before his staff starts showing up, so I quickly got him hard with some oral attention, and then sat on his desk, and told him to fuck me, but skip the condom. He couldn’t believe his ears. He penetrated me and after only about 10 thrusts, came hard inside me. I got a pad out of my purse, put it in my panties, put them back on, pulled my skirt back on and headed out the door.
Of course, I just went home and showered and did nothing with any woman after I left him, but he didn’t know that. Thursday, when I went back to see him, he asked me how it went. I made up some stuff about her lapping his cum out of my cunt as soon as I walked into her hotel room. That got him all hot and bothered, and he wanted to know if we could “go somewhere” for some extended fun. I had no commitments so I said, “sure.” He took me to a hotel down the street, checked in, came and got me, and we spent four hours fucking. Bareback, of course.
One of the points I made in my post on decriminalization of prostitution is that prostitutes should be allowed to decide for themselves if they want to require condoms, rather than making it a state law, and that’s how I feel. If a prostitute gets to a point with a regular client where s/he feels comfortable not using protection, then I think they ought to be able to go that route. I am at such a place with Rick. I’d never do that with a new client, of course. In Nevada, where prostitution is legal in many places, they require the use of condoms for all penetrative activities. I understand the rationale, but I think the provider is in a better position to decide what level of protection is necessary. Obviously, s/he’s not going to take any unnecessary chances.
I also had my blow-bang/bukkake party Saturday afternoon - the one I’d referred to about a month ago. I got paid to blow 10 guys and allow them to cum anywhere they wanted. It started out quite awkwardly, but got better as the afternoon wore on. Surprisingly, my mouth and throat didn’t get sore. lol Anyway, I’ll be writing about what happened with this and should have it up in a couple of days, depending on how much time I have to put in for classes this week.
Other stuff:
Last Wednesday between classes, I perused some of the stores in the mall. I came across one that was selling some unique clubwear and accessories. I bought a wild new dress to go clubbing in. It is a open-weave fishnet, off-the-shoulder mini tube dress, with a matching bra and thong. There’s not much to it, but in the club I go to, I’ll actually be overdressed compared to some people.
And, apparently, my blog is written at a post-graduate level.
That’s all for this week, so far. Like I said, keep your eyes open for my account of the blow-bang. Have a great week.
Decriminalization vs. Legalization
August 26, 2008
There’s been a lot of discussion in a variety of different venues over the past several years with respect to legalizing prostitution to one degree or another. Just about everyone is familiar with the fact that prostitution is illegal in the U.S. with the exception of some places in Nevada. You may not be aware that the exchange of sex for money is legal in Rhode Island as well, though that is largely the result of a loophole in the state law outlawing prostitution at large (it specifically outlaws solicitation on the street and the operation of brothels, but makes no mention of the exchange of sex for money in a private setting, and therefore private prostitution is technically legal).
I’ve been involved in several raucous classroom discussions about whether or not sex in exchange for something of value ought to be legal, and some of them have involved very heated exchanges between those who favor legalization and those who believe it ought to remain illegal. In every one of those cases, believe it or not, the overwhelming majority of people in the class favored making it legal. And, interestingly, more women (in my classes) have been in favor of legalization than men.
There are two approaches to the legalization of prostitution that many people tend to conflate with one another, though the differences between the terminology of the two is mostly one of semantics. But many sex work advocacy organizations do differentiate between the two, and I am inclined to do as well to make the differences easier to discuss.
The first of these two approaches is legalization. Legalization, as it is used by most advocates involves making prostitution patently legal and developing a regulatory scheme to control and tax it. This is the way it is done in Nevada. Any county with a population of less than 400K (which is every county except for those where Las Vegas and Reno are located) is free to allow brothels to operate, and to set up rules and regulations to control how the brothels and those who work in them operate. And there are tons of rules governing everything from the licensing of the prostitutes to specific sex acts that are prohibited.
The other approach is known as decriminalization. This involves simply doing away with the statutes outlawing prostitution. This is the approach favored by most advocates because it removes the necessity of having the state act as a “pimp” and controlling or extorting money from individual sex workers (usually through requiring the purchase of expensive “licenses”). Technically speaking, the situation in Rhode Island is akin to decriminalization, albeit unintentionally. (To Rhode Island’s credit, though, the state legislature has resisted several attempts to close the loophole).
The major difference between the two is that with the latter there are no prostitution-specific regulations imposed by the state. Rather, regulation of the industry is accomplished primarily through existing statutes and regulations covering employment and public health (for example).
There are pros and cons to both approaches, and where you fall typically has something to do with the role you believe the government ought to play in prostitution. Many people believe government having any role at all infringes upon the rights of the workers to earn a living in a manner of their choosing, while there are others who see it as a legitimate role of government to ensure the integrity and safety of the work itself, those who perform it, and those who use its services.
I tend to believe that at least some modicum of regulation is necessary to ensure that the industry operates with minimal basic standards, to ensure the safety of the workers and their clients, and to allow the community to integrate sex work into the local economic infrastructure. I therefore favor some government regulatory role in prostitution. As much as those who think it should be totally unregulated would like to believe, any industry left unchecked will tend toward taking advantage of the workers and the clients by its nature, so I believe there is a need for at least a minimal involvement of the government in order to help keep things on the up and up.
So, given all of this, I was sitting around last night thinking about how I’d structure the regulation of the industry if I could design my own set of rules and regulations, and the following is what I came up with.
Alexa’s Model Prostitution Law
If I had to design my own laws regarding the legalization of prostitution, this is what I’d do. I know much of this disagrees with what many activists think ought to be done, but the purpose of my rules would be to make it safe and legal for them to work and ensure the safety and confidentiality of their clients.
Unlike many of the advocacy groups, I would not try to dispense with eons of stigmatization associated with sex work. While I believe that is a laudable goal, I don’t believe it is reasonable to expect to be able to do that in today’s society. Not at this point, at any rate. We certainly should strive for that, of course, but in the interim we need to approach this from a more practical perspective.
The first thing I’d do is remove all existing laws against prostitution from the books and start from scratch, with the exception of those involving the trafficking of humans (and make those applicable to all forms of human trafficking, not just sex workers). It would remain illegal to force or coerce anyone into working in prostitution, or to employ anyone under the age of 18 as a prostitute, or to work as a prostitute if you’re under the age of 18. Some might advocate for an age of 21, but I know many women who’ve worked as prostitutes to put themselves through college and it simply isn’t necessary to force them to wait until they’re 21 to do that. They can get any other job at 18, so prostitution should be just as much a solution for them as anything else.
Now for the specifics:
Streetwalking and solicitation would remain illegal. There are two significant reasons why I believe this should continue to be illegal. There are are a variety of safety issues involved, especially with respect to the sex workers themselves. Streetwalkers are many times more likely to be raped or killed than any other category of sex worker. Working from the street is about as unsafe as you can get in this industry, in fact. Many of the advocate groups claim this is the result of the fact that prostitution is illegal to begin with, but any time you get into random vehicles with strangers, you run the risk of being abducted, beaten, raped, and possibly killed, whether what you’re doing is legal or not.
The second reason involves quality of life issues in neighborhoods. While I think you should be free to engage in your chosen line of work wherever you wish, I don’t think it is unreasonable for neighborhoods to not want prostitutes on their streets. Removing the criminalization of streetwalking would allow prostitutes to set up shop in any neighborhood they wish.
I just can’t see any rational basis for legalizing street-based solicitation, in all actuality. If anyone can offer a coherent reason to do so, I’d sure be interested to hear it. I have seen advocacy groups openly suggest making street walking legal, but I don’t think you stand even the remotest of chance of getting something like that passed. Ever. The exchange of sex for money should take place indoors, in private, between consenting adults.
What would I do with those arrested on the street? Well, that’s a good question. I don’t know for sure, but I wouldn’t treat them like the criminal justice system does now. See my point below about creating programs to get prostitutes out of the business - maybe that would be a solution.
Jurisdictions would be prohibited from requiring “registration” or “licensing” of prostitutes. There’s no legitimate reason for this. Requiring sex workers to register puts their name in public records as being involved in sex work. For many, it is a private matter and they ought not be required to put this kind of personal information out there for future employers, pervs, lawyers, and anyone else with an agenda to be able to get a hold of. Being labeled a sex worker also carries restrictions with respect to subjects like international travel (some countries refuse to permit sex workers to enter), for example. The only legitimate reason one could argue for doing this would be to ensure medical testing is accomplished, and I’ll address that in a minute.
There is an argument that it is a good idea to do background checks. Why? Why would it be a problem for someone with say, a shoplifting charge, or even a robbery charge on their record to be a prostitute? Why would that be any more of a problem than any other personal service worker having a similar record (and for whom we don’t require background checks)? I believe the Nevada law even prohibits someone who’s been convicted of prostitution from becoming a prostitute. There’s some logic for you. I do think it would be a good idea to prohibit anyone whose been convicted of any type of organized crime or public corruption from owning or operating brothels or working as agents for sex workers, though.
Regardless, if the legislature sees some need to prohibit someone with a particular crime in their background from engaging in prostitution, make it a crime to do so. If they get caught prostituting with this in their background, then they can be charged with some violation of that law. There’s no reason for local law enforcement to extort money from sex workers in the name of “licensing” them. I’d have no problem with jurisdictions requiring prostitutes to have a standard business license if A) they require all other self-employed, personal-service individuals to have them, and B) they don’t set “special” (read: high) rates for prostitutes.
Prostitutes would be prohibited from seeing more than one, perhaps two, clients at a residence, either a house in a residential neighborhood, apartment, condo, etc. Neighborhoods have the right to ensure the value of the housing remains stable, and that a suitable climate to raise a family is maintained. Having a lot of traffic would draw attention to the fact that someone was seeing a lot of people, result in traffic and congestion problems, etc. Like it or not, having a de facto brothel in a neighborhood does bring down property values and negatively impacts the quality of life in those neighborhoods from a variety of standpoints. Therefore, if a prostitute was going to see client in his/her own home (incalls), then s/he could see no more than one or two in any 24 hour period under my plan. The option for outcalls is there, as would be renting/leasing space in brothels or other facilities in areas zoned to allow prostitution (see below).
Prostitutes would not be required to work in brothels. Nevada requires all prostitutes to work in brothels, and while I’ve spoken with some prostitutes who are okay with that, Amanda’s experience clearly shows that it is not necessarily the best environment for every sex worker. Certainly it should be an option, but many sex workers don’t want to work in this type of restrictive environment and shouldn’t have to give up that much of their freedom just to be able to earn a living.
Brothels cannot be zoned completely out of any city over a certain population. They could be restricted to commercial or industrial areas if necessary, but allowing individual large cities to simply zone them out of existence would be disallowed. I don’t necessarily have a specific population in mind, but something on the order of the largest cities within the state would require brothels that otherwise operated within the law be allowed to operate unmolested by local law enforcement and other officials. Law enforcement and public health agencies would have the right to inspect the facilities to ensure no one was working illegally and that all relevant health codes were being followed, of course. Jurisdictions would have the right to set reasonable health codes/practices for brothels if they so desire, and perhaps reasonable restrictions on the size or number of employees of brothels in any given zoning class. Local jurisdictions would have no zoning or land use regulatory authority over individual sex workers, however.
The state or local jurisdictions could not legislate or outlaw specific practices. The specific activities that take place between two consenting individuals should be left to them, and the government has no business deciding what these two people should do in the privacy of their own sexual relationship, even if it is one revolving around a financial transaction, so long as both parties are amenable to it (see the point on contracts below). This includes anal sex, BDSM activities, or any other activity that is legal between consenting adults who are in any other type of relationship.
There could be no children or minors in any place where prostitution was being practiced. This applies largely to individual houses and other residences. While it may be permissible to practice prostitution in one’s own residence, doing so with children or other minors in the place would be a crime. I know this would present a hardship for the single mother who’s trying to make ends meet and take care of her children, but kids should not be exposed to this kind of activity at all. Anyone found prostituting a child would face felony charges, as well the likely loss of custody of their children.
Written contracts would be required between the prostitute and the client. This contract would be executed at the beginning of the transaction, and would specify exactly what services the prostitute is prepared to offer, for how much, and for what time period. Further, it’d require the client to certify that s/he understands what the words “no” and “stop” mean, and the prostitute’s safe/stop words and that failure to honor those at any point during the transaction, might result in a charge of rape. Law enforcement and the judicial system would be required to treat any such claim of rape as legitimate until it was determined to be otherwise.
Prostitutes would be required to be tested periodically, perhaps once or twice a month. I know a lot of activists don’t like this at all, but I think the government has a compelling interest in preventing the transfer of STDs. The reason no transmission of STDs has been documented between prostitutes and clients in Nevada is because the law requires the prostitutes be tested every week. I would require public health departments to perform the testing and to do so anonymously, just like HIV testing has been done for years. The prostitutes would be required to show their latest test results to any client who requested to see them (as well as local public health officials), and if the prostitute knowingly saw clients without full disclosure after a positive result before the disease was remediated, s/he’d be charged with some type of assault. If the state’s laws did not already address this type of assault specifically, they’d need to be modified to do so. Note that I didn’t say that prostitutes wouldn’t be allowed to see clients if they were infected - there are plenty of things sex workers can do that don’t involve the exchange of bodily fluids or otherwise present a risk for infection. The problem comes in when the infection isn’t disclosed - then it becomes an issue.
And yes, I realize that prostitutes only account for about 2-3% of all STD transmissions. And I know that, in some cases, the latency time between infection and detectability makes tests a less than 100% reliable indicator. I don’t believe that should preclude using as many reasonable safety mechanisms as possible, however.
What about testing of the clients, you say? As soon a someone shows me a legitimate, logistically feasible way to test clients on such a massive scale, I’d be happy to entertain that requirement as well. As of now, it just isn’t feasible to require STD testing of all clients.
Well, you say, we don’t require food workers to be tested for things like Hepatitis, which infects a great many people each year. Perhaps we should. The fact of the matter is that Hepatitis and other non-STD infections are not considered “private” or stigmatized diseases and there’s a lot of publicity associated with them when an outbreak occurs. STDs are stigmatized diseases and not discussed openly as a general rule, so there isn’t the kind of public attention paid to them that we see with food-borne illnesses or other human-borne infectious diseases. Therefore, the best way I see to mitigate the potential for infection transfer is to require workers to be tested. I personally get tested once a month on my own anyway, and I don’t see that as intrusive at all. In fact, I see it as a very responsible thing to do for myself and my clients.
Some have asserted that a clean test might lead to clients pressuring workers for bareback sex, and I agree, that is certainly a potential. I think this is a point that must be negotiated between the worker and the client as a part of the contract process. If the contract stated that protection must be used and the client attempts or performs sex without one, then he’s violated the contract and would be guilty of a sexual assault (or whatever crime the state elected to define it as). And, for the record, I am not in favor of mandated condom use - I think that should be between the worker and the client, and if both can establish that they’re clean and want to have condom-free sex, then that should be their prerogative.
Prostitutes would be required to keep records of their clients. These records would be confidential and be available to law enforcement only with a subpoena during criminal investigations, and public health officials when tracking down STD infections. Tax officials might also have access to these to ensure workers were paying their fair share of taxes.
Services/Agencies would be prohibited from charging the prostitute more than 25% of the client’s fee for their services. While I personally think pimping ought to be wholly illegal, I recognize that many prostitutes will not/could not work independently and would prefer to have a service arrange the scheduling and so forth. With the work no longer being illegal, there wouldn’t be quite the number of risk factors the agency would need to mitigate (i.e., vetting for law enforcement, etc.). The agency would largely be functioning only as a booking agent for the prostitute, so the days of the 40-50% fee share would be gone. Agencies of a certain size would be required to provide some form of health insurance and other benefits to its workers, contract or otherwise. Agencies would be required to disclose any unique problems or issues a particular client exhibited that might impact the sex worker so that situations like THIS could be avoided. Failure to do so would subject the agency to liability for damages.
Offer economic incentives for groups of individuals to form co-operative brothels. This is an idea I got from reading Amanda’s writing, and something that a group of sex workers are trying to implement in time for the Olympics in Vancouver, Canada. The sex workers themselves would own and operate the brothel, they’d share in the costs required to operate it, and the profits would be split among them, not a pimp or an absentee owner. I’d try to find a way to provide some form of tax break or other economic incentive to encourage this kind of cooperative effort.
Public services and appurtenances, including social services agencies, public health and welfare agencies, workers compensation laws, discrimination laws, legal services, safe workplace rules, etc., would apply to sex work just as they do any other service job. All public sector agencies would be required to treat sex workers with the same respect and dignity afforded to any other class of worker, and extend all rights, benefits and privileges associated with their functions to sex workers just as they would any other class of worker, including the right to sue, the right to petition for redress, to file discrimination suits, etc. Health and medical professionals would be prohibited from refusing to treat sex workers because of their work, all other things being equal. Insurance companies would be prevented from charging sex workers significantly higher rates unless they can definitively show a higher degree of risk based on job description.
Create community-based programs to help sex workers leave the field when they’re ready. I’d probably fund this through some sort of tax on the client, but the funds would go to community-based organizations that work to help sex workers leave the industry, regardless of how they got in, why they wish to get out, or which strata they occupy.
So that pretty much wraps up what I’d consider doing if it were up to me. I do believe that this represents a fairly middle-of-the-road approach to it, and I’d be interested in any thoughts, ideas, comments, or suggestions you guys might have.
Interaction
August 13, 2008
If you’re not familiar with it, there’s a web site run by Susannah Bresslin, whereupon she places letters submitted anonymously from Johns, the customers of prostitutes. It’s called, appropriately enough, Letters from Johns. [There's a companion blog called Letters from Working Girls that publishes anonymous letters from prostitutes as well, by the way.]
A letter from July 29 caught my attention:
I met with a gorgeous older woman in her fifties. She was incredible. like nothing I ever encountered in streetwalker days. Gentle, cheerful, thoughtful. She seemed to truly enjoy having sex and talking with me. It was so much like a ‘girlfriend experience’ that it felt completely natural that I go down on her, which, again, she at least appeared to enjoy. She finished me off with a lovely blowjob. Laying around talking with her, I felt really comfortable. Walking up the block, I still could smell her scent on me. I realized that this had not only been the best sex I’d had with a prostitute, but some of the most memorable sex that I’ve had in my life, period. [Emphasis mine]
One of the neatest aspects of my job is the interaction I get with other people. I know everyone has the image of the prostitute-client interaction as a quick fuck-and-forget kind of exchange, and if truth be known, many are, especially those occurring on the street. This is also true for many escorts who try to work in as many clients in one night as they can. I can’t do that, for a couple of reasons.
First, I want the interaction with the client. I spend a good bit of time corresponding via e-mail then speaking with a potential client, and I won’t see someone who doesn’t exude at least some semblance of a personality (though there have been times where personality online didn’t translate into real life). To me sex as a prostitute without the interaction is objectifying (though I don’t subscribe to the notion of that being inherently negative - everyone who works is objectified to one extent or another. It’s just not my thing.). A lot of escorts tout themselves as providing a true “girlfriend experience,” and this personal interaction is a large part of what that is all about. That is one thing that sets the role of the escort apart from a “regular” prostitute, in fact.
Second, as I stated when I started down this path, my objective is to build a base of recurring clients, and one way to do this is to take some time to cultivate relationships with these people, to show them that I want and expect more than just the sex. Obviously that’s not going to happen in the absence of the interpersonal connectivity that must develop for two people to become truly comfortable with each other. Most of them have said they really enjoyed the sex (a good thing, of course), but many of them have also gone out of their way to compliment me on my personality and how I make them feel comfortable as a person, rather than making them feel as though they were just someone to take money from to allow them to fuck me. That’s an interesting, and perhaps surprising contrast, isn’t it? You hear stories all the time about the johns supposedly taking advantage of the women, whereas here I’ve encountered clients who have felt they were seen as just a source of money when they’ve used the services of (some) other escorts. They felt like they were being taken advantage of to a degree. Of all the irony.
Those are just a couple of the reasons why my appointment time/rate structure is configured the way it is, primarily to discourage the “fuck-and-forget” type of clients.
As a sensualist, prostitution gives me access to experiences which would be otherwise impossible for me. As a human, it temporarily provides for me a kind of companionship I spend long periods without. I’m only going to be alive once, so I really might as well.
I’ve said this time and time again, but those who criticize prostitution as always being “objectifying” just don’t understand the dynamic that goes on within a good number of these interactions. They have this image of the poor prostitute walking in, the john thrusting his cock into her until he gets off, and then him pushing her out the door. And that’s not the way it works in a great many cases. I know it pisses people like Melissa Farley off to even have to think about it like that, but it is the reality of the world many of us operate in.
I’ve only had a couple of handfuls of clients at this point, but I have yet for one of them to treat me with anything less than the amount of respect I thought I deserved or wanted. Now, I’m not naive; I recognize that much of this has to do with the class of people I deal with in my realm. But the reality is that, as I pointed out here, these off-street interactions represent the vast majority of prostitute-client interactions, and when you read what many other women in this field write about the work, by and large they tend to have the same kind of experience I’ve had to this point. Many of the clients genuinely seek companionship - some to the exclusion of sex, and so the whole exchange is built upon that, rather than just him getting off. Why they seek it is irrelevant from my individual business perspective (though it is interesting to study from a societal standpoint).
Asked how she feels about selling sex for money, Audrey doesn’t think that’s what she’s doing. “I’m not selling sex so much as I’m selling emotion, sexual entertainment, time and a human connection,” she says. [Source]
Quite honestly, I’ve been a bit surprised that the clients I’ve dealt with have generally been people who enjoy carrying on a conversation and can communicate with me to one degree or another. And even more so that these people want to do that, and not just have sex. The gentleman who wrote the letter I opened with seems to represent the type of men I’ve been with up to this point, so what he’s saying there doesn’t surprise me in the least. With the possible exception of one person, it’s been more than just all out sex. I’ve had some genuine good times and met some interesting and unique individuals, and had some incredible, deep conversations about a wide range of topics. It is quite surreal to be lying naked next to someone you’ve just fucked after just having met them in person for the first time, and be discussing the chances that the U.S. will end up with more medals than China at the Olympics.
It’s not all bells and whistles, though. I had a client this past week who was one of those types lacking some pretty basic social skills. I’ve read material from other escorts where they’ve talked about these kinds of folks - they use prostitutes as a way to obtain sex because they don’t have the socialization skills that are necessary to be able to go out and go through the machinations necessary to develop relationships with women to the point where things become physical. This gentleman was the epitome of that. No matter how hard I tried, or what subject I brought up, I just couldn’t get him to engage in much more than monosyllabic banter. I kind of feel sorry that anyone finds themselves in that position to begin with, but I am also glad that what I do is helpful to them. He wasn’t half bad in bed, either. He wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, but he could hold his own (not that he had to. Heh!)
At any rate, I feel good that what I do is helpful in some way to the people I see, regardless of whether it is purely physical or approaches the metaphysical. We all want to connect with someone, and though it may seem strange or odd to some people I suppose, I enjoy being able to have that connection with my clients. That is incredibly odd because I once had a regular “customer service” kind of job - selling cell phones (*puke*). And I hated it with a passion. I hated dealing with people in that way. So to actually enjoy the one-on-one interaction that is built largely around such an intimate construct as sex is just….well, weird.
Prostitute Typology
July 30, 2008
I recently finished as book called Rent Boys, by French researcher and sociologist Michel Dorais. The book is a summary of his analysis of male sex workers and how they relate to their work. His findings are interesting to me because this was the first material of any depth I’ve read on the subject of male sex workers – almost all research on prostitution involves females, as you might expect. I was looking forward to reading the book primarily so I could relate the male experience to that of females in the trade. I’ve read a plethora of material on female prostitution, and conducted my own limited research on the subject, but with the possible exception of a brief discussion or two in a class, the subject of male prostitution was hardly referenced to any serious degree in my academic studies up to this point (other than to mention the dearth of research! lol).
One of the first things that caught my attention was a taxonomy Dorais developed to classify the male prostitutes he studied. He defined four types, and described them thusly (note that the descriptions are my paraphrasing/summary of the author’s work, not his original words, generally speaking):
Outcasts is the term assigned to those who are turning tricks to support a drug habit or forced by poverty to prostitute to make ends meet. Almost without exception these individuals are substance abusers and in many cases are addicts. It is not uncommon for these people to have started prostituting at a very young age (they were the earliest entrants to the sex trade), and many come from abusive family lives. Self esteem among this group is exceedingly low, and their despair is palpable. The group had by far the highest number of individuals sexually abused as children.
Part-timers are those who opt for sporadic sex work primarily to supplement other income and pay off debts such as student loans and car notes. This group typically began sex work at the latest of the four groups. Drug and alcohol use is rare in this group and is more or less absent as a motivating factor. They are comparatively well educated. Sex work is generally discreet, undisclosed to family and friends. Despite initial apprehensions, they may come to derive a degree of self-affirmation from prostitution.
Insiders are individuals who have grown up in and around the sex trade to the point where they come to view it as their primary social circle. They may have been encouraged by their families of origin, a (biological or foster) mother who worked as a prostitute, for example. They do not regard sex work as a desperate resort but as something natural, an honorable living, so to speak. The group uses drugs and alcohol to various degrees. Some have tried “other things” as occupations, but returned to the sex trade because they missed it, it seems like “home.”
Liberationists are those for whom prostitution is a way of living out fantasies, exploring new experiences and partners, and profiting from their discoveries. The age of entry is highly variable, from 16 to 30. The majority did not experience severe problems during childhood; they maintain good if distant contact with their families. They have significantly higher education levels than their colleagues, and exhibit high self esteem and an overall positive outlook on their activities and clients. All of them stated that they chose sex trade for the many personal and relational advantages it offers. They see their work as an opportunity to affirm their sexual orientation or preference and to grow as an individual.
If you’ve paid much attention to my writings on this subject, you’ll recall that I have broken female prostitutes down into three categories: Streetwalkers, itinerant prostitutes (part-time escorts and Craigslist prostitutes), and those who use it as their primary means of income. Those roughly translate into Dorais’ outcast, part-timer, and liberationists taxa respectively. I’ve not personally encountered anyone who would fit into the insider category, though I have seen them on documentary shows about prostitution (specifically women who followed their mothers or other relatives into the trade).
Dorais’ description of the types mimics what I’ve found to be the situation with respect to the three mirror types that I use, on almost a point by point basis. When I did my interviews with the streetwalkers, for example, every single one of them was either drug addicted or forced into prostitution to keep from losing their children or their homes due to financial insolvency. And to a person they’d all indicated they’d not be doing it if they had another way to make sufficient money to accommodate their needs.
Similarly, my interviews with the women who occupied the higher rungs on the escort ladder found that they were highly educated, had high self esteem, and had a positive outlook on their lives, their work and their clients. They enjoyed their work and used it to provide a robust financial base for themselves. Each of them indicated that they had no plans to get out of the business in the near term (though half of them were using the work to pay for post-graduate education).
Quite honestly, I was amazed at A) the fact that Dorais’ classification scheme was basically a mirror image of the one I had personally adopted, and B) the similarities between the two genders’ experiences within each type. The only real disparity between what he found with the males and what we see with females is the much higher prevalence of pimps or controlling individuals with women. The only time you generally see pimps with male prostitutes is where underage boys is concerned, according to Dorais.
His results basically reaffirm what I’ve found, and what many researchers have found about prostitution in general. Many who do it are forced into it through circumstances, but there are a great many people who go into it voluntarily, fully informed, fully cognizant of what the work entails, the opinions and “research” of the likes of Farley et. al, notwithstanding.
It is always irritating to me when someone who’s never worked in the sex industry opines about what it is like for those who do. They feel that they are able to characterize whether or not we enjoy the work, whether we are doing it consensually, and so forth. And they often go so far as to imply that the fact that we are paid for it removes the element of true consent. By their logic, when you pay a mechanic to work on your car, you’re actually forcing or coercing her to do it, since you’d be removing her consent as well. 
Rage Against the Man-chine effluviates on her blog:
Still, I would tend to argue that, since they’re being paid to fulfill a desire that comes out of someone else’s psyche, sex workers are exercising very little of their own sexuality and almost no real power.
This is where you can see that she’s never been a sex worker - she has no concept of the fundamental power dynamic that exists between an escort and the client. We get to select which clients we see (exerting control), what rates to charge (exerting control), how long the session lasts (exerting control), what sex acts, if any, we engage in (exerting control), and so on ad infinitum. But, then, these folks exist in a two-dimensional world, where anything that manifests itself outside of the X or Y axis doesn’t exist. Their argument in opposition to this is that we’re just under the illusion that we’re exercising power. I hope those deposits I’ve been making into the bank aren’t similarly illusory.
You really can’t blame them, though. I mean, what they know about prostitution they gleaned from the media, and when you see stories about prostitutes in the media, you invariably see the streetwalkers, the outcasts. For many people, this is the totality of their exposure to and understanding of the concept of prostitution. Quite honestly, my assessment of the trade was similarly aligned until I began to get into the serious exploration and research I’ve done over the past couple of years.
The reality is that those on the street represent only 10% of the total prostitute population. The only time you hear anything about the other 90% is when someone like Eliot Spitzer or Deborah Jeane Palfrey gets busted, or when the local fuzz conducts a sting of prostitutes operating off Craigslist. And then to “color” the news reports, you have the likes of Tracey Quan, Amanda Brooks, and other women who, you know, actually worked as escorts and enjoyed it, on television stating that they enjoyed it. And yet, still, no one listens, or no one believes them, because it completely flies in the face of what you’re supposed to believe about hookers.
Sadly, even when the other types are addressed in the media, the stories are often colored to force them into the mold cast as the streetwalker. So, the entire industry takes on the visage of the poor, drug-addicted woman walking the streets at night offering blowjobs for $5 a pop or a half-and-half for $20. The reality, of course, it much different. I lost faith in the ability of the mainstream media to provide us with honest reporting a long time ago, though. Gone are the days when once respected journalists like Diane Sawyer could be relied upon to provide us with a legitimate look into the world of the “other” prostitutes. In her 20/20 show on prostitution, she went to great lengths to find an actual courtesan escort, and when that woman had the audacity to tell the viewers that she thoroughly enjoyed her work, Sawyer called her a liar. There’s nothing like forcing a story to fit through your own narrow, stereotyped prism. So much for journalism. *sigh*
Plenty of research by real sociologists, plenty of books and treatises by current and former prostitutes, plenty of prostitutes out there blogging and writing about their satisfaction with their work, and yet we still have people who don’t have the mental depth to be able to comprehend that some people do legitimately enjoy the work. You’d think we’d gotten past all of that at this stage in the development of our society, but I guess some people just can’t grasp anything beyond their narrow, two-dimensional existence. That Z axis can be a bitch sometimes.
Anyway, this sort of diverged from where I had intended to take it. The original intent was to point out the results of someone else’s research - research that focused on male sex workers (which, along with transgendered sex workers, are hugely under-represented in all research on sex work), and ended up with a typology that corresponded with those on the female side. There’s always been this big issue over whether or not the male sex workers were different from female sex workers, and it would appear that they aren’t to any large degree. I found that terribly interesting and thought I’d share it with you.
Facials
July 29, 2008
The facial is perhaps one of the most hotly debated concepts in sexuality today. People either believe them to be inherently degrading, or incredibly hot. They either love them, or they hate them. Few people hold positions that deviate significantly from either end of that dichotomy.
The origin of the facial for most people is porn, of course, just as has been the case throughout history with almost every other deviation from the basic penis-in-vagina/ass sex (who did ass-to-mouth before porn?). Before the facial, the guy would pull out and cum on the actress’ pussy, ass, back, tits, stomach, feet. At some point, a director decided that it’d be a good idea to have the guy cum on the woman’s face. Or maybe it was one of those accidental things, and it just looked so hot that other producers elected to replicate it. Nowadays, of course, it is next to impossible to find a porn sequence involving a cock that doesn’t end with a facial.
So, like good users of any quasi-educational medium, many people began to get curious about facials and thought it might be cool to give it a shot, so to speak. Girls wanted to know what it felt like, and guys wanted to see what it felt/looked like. Though I am positive the vast majority of the first times were done at the behest of the guys, I do know some women who were the instigators. And, just like with any other sex act, some enjoyed it, others…not so much.
But are they degrading? Are they disrespectful? Is the facial inherently an act of domination? Does the opinion of the one on the receiving end matter? (That last question is purely rhetorical because, as we know, it is the only one other than the opposite partner that matters).
A few years ago, the overwhelming majority of people would have argued that the facial was one of the most intensely degrading acts possible – it represents a guy depositing his “waste” on her face, or “marking” her face, the most personal feature a person has. Today, though, with the facial’s ubiquity in porn and the resulting mainstreaming of both the term and the act, you often find that many people will now just as vehemently argue that it isn’t inherently degrading.
Quite honestly, I had no real opinion on the subject until recently, when I experienced my first facial. I’d been with Nikki for a couple of years, and although we had an open relationship, we’d not been playing with guys. So I had not been in a position to even ask for a facial to see what it was like. Like many others, though, I’d seen it in porn many times and wondered what it’d be like to get one (and, let’s be honest here, even those of you who think it is gross still wonder what it would be like).
As happenstance would have it, the subject came up during a lunch that Nikki and I shared with four other women we know one afternoon. After listening to the conversation among the group of women we hung out with, and how they enjoyed them (to a person), my latent curiosity piqued to the point where I was moved to find a random guy to give me one. And then guys started offering to pay me to let them do it. So I let them. And I enjoyed it. And profited from it! Heh. And that’s how I ended up here, of course. But you know that already.
Now, from my own personal perspective, I find receiving a facial to be an intensely erotic experience. Not just from having cum splattered all over me, but from the totality of what takes place in those few moments leading up to it. If you’ve been on the receiving end of one, you know what it is like to be just inches away from that cock, with its huge presence looming before you, watching your guy jerk himself off (which I find highly erotic in and of itself), and knowing that he is getting himself off looking at you, your face, begging him, knowing that you’re allowing him to ejaculate onto that which is most personally your space. If that does it for him, then I’ve fulfilled my half of the sexual fantasy as I see it. And quite frankly I enjoy being the little slut who’ll allow a guy to cum on my face. It gets me wet, and I derive pleasure from it. I can’t pinpoint what it is about it that causes me to be that way…well, wait, maybe I can. Maybe I just find it a “dirty” act, and I get off on being a dirty girl.
And though I know it sounds weird, I *love* the feeling of cum hitting my face – the warm sensation, followed immediately by a quick cooling off of the semen. Sure, there’s a mess, but very little in any serious sexual encounter isn’t messy. And in my opinion, if you base your approved list of sexual activities on what does or does not cause a mess, I’d suggest you have an extremely limited sexual repertoire. Even penis-in-vagina sex produces a bit of a mess, especially if you’re not using a condom. Using the fact that it is “messy” as an excuse is purely a cop out, in my opinion.
What does a guy get out of it, when he could just as easily cum in your mouth, perhaps, and end up with you swallowing it? Isn’t that one of those “ultimate fantasies” that guys have always asked for, and why would he do something other than that? I do know there are people (of all genders) who believe that cumming on someone’s face is a waste of perfectly good semen. If not spent into a vagina, it should be going down someone’s throat. Once again, I find myself at a loss to identify any logic behind that mindset, but to each his own.
I think one thing that makes the facial so appealing to many guys is a combination of seeing my face, which is the embodiment of me in his mind, and seeing that “final result,” the cum, splattered all over that. When you add that to the “slut” aura that the facial has (only porn sluts do this, right?), the arousal factor is quite high. If I actually enjoy it, and convey that to him, then the arousal factor is increased that much more.
Now, clearly, there are some elements of dominance in the act. But dominance, in and of itself, is neither bad nor degrading. There’s nothing wrong with a dominant/submissive dichotomy during sex. In fact, generally speaking, the preferred end result in a sexual encounter is often the direct result of a dominant/submissive interplay (first in one direction, then in the other, typically).
A writer named Xorn Smith posted a polemic on Boinkology comparing facials and butt sex.
On the other hand, facials require…jerking off and a target. Even the physicality of the two actions speaks volumes: with facials the partners disjoin and physically separate for the climax while with anal you’re about as intimately conjoined as you can get.
Such a statement reflects a truly one-dimensional understanding of the nature of sex. Intimacy assumes many shapes, not just one defined by physical proximity. As I pointed out on Sex Hobbyist’s blog:
The problem I have with that statement is that it presumes a physical connection is required in order for the act to be “intimate” (which, presumably, the author substitutes for “valid”), when nothing could be further from the truth. The intimate spirituality between the partners is just as much a (valid) measure of intimacy as any physical connectivity, perhaps more so. So, I’d make the argument that a facial can be just as “intimate” as anal sex.
In my opinion, cumming on someone’s face is perhaps one of the most intimate things you can do. As I said before, the face is an intensely personal space. Cumming in someone’s mouth, pussy, ass, etc., moves the cum away from the face, and therefore there’s less of a direct emotional attachment to the end product of the sex. If he cums in her mouth, it is either spit out or swallowed (unless she’s one who likes to play with it for his/her entertainment, or perhaps snowball him), and therefore any attachment is fleeting, if even acknowledged. When you have cum on your face, it’s right there. It takes a huge amount of trust and confidence to allow a guy to ejaculate on your face as I see it.
So it is intimate, arousing, erotic, raunchy, slutty, AND messy. What more could you ask for in a sex act?
Is the facial degrading? Despite what I know many of the radfems would tell us, it can’t possibly be negatively degrading if both people involved are participating willingly. I say “negatively” because some people enjoy (positive) degradation/humiliation play and therefore get off on being “degraded” as a part of the sex play, and facials can play into that if you allow it to. You can decide it is degrading for you, absolutely. And if you feel that way, then obviously you shouldn’t do it (or allow it to be done to you). Common sense, no?
But you don’t have permission to decide whether it is or isn’t anything for me or anyone else, let alone degrading. I would certainly argue that, at its worst, it is no more degrading than him cumming in my mouth and expecting me to swallow it (though I know many feminists would argue that that, too, is inherently degrading). If you construct an argument that when he cums in my pussy it isn’t degrading because we’ve both willingly participated in it (or is it because that is “normal” sex?), then you cannot rationally construct the opposite argument for any other sex act in which we’re both willing and consensual participants. Attempting to do so defies common sense (though that hardly deters plenty of people from trying).
To this day, I still can’t get my mind around the concept that someone believes that they can define something I willingly participate in as degrading to me. 
I’ve had clients ask if they could give me a facial, and I’ve always said yes (assuming they’ve been good clients to that point). I know that a great many guys see this stuff in porn, and I likewise know that their partners either won’t allow themselves to be facialized, or the client is just too scared to ask her for it. Either way, part of my role as their professional slut is to help fulfill some of their fantasies, and if I can do that by allowing them to cum on my face, then that’s what I’ll do. The fact that I enjoy the act just adds icing to the cupcake.
Alexa’s Update # 6
July 28, 2008
Random thoughts and updates for the past week.
First, one thing I *really* miss about having Nikki with me is our sharing of the housecleaning responsibilities. We had this arrangement where she did about half the work, and I did about half. I cleaned the kitchen, dusted and did the glass, and washed the clothes. She’d do the bathrooms, vacuum and take care of the wood floors, and we’d fold up all of our clothes together (I’d do all the fold ups and hangups and she’d do all the towels, sheets, etc.).
Well, this past weekend I cleaned my apartment up for the first time since I got here - the first major clean up, anyway. And I had to do it all myself, including cleaning my shower and toilet! I don’t like that part. 
Of course, Nikki’s having to clean a whole house by herself, so I guess I shouldn’t whine.
I will be going home to see Nikki on the weekend of my birthday, which is August 17. I am *so* looking forward to that. That’s a week or so before school starts, so I don’t have to worry about it interfering with that.
Wednesday is the 30th anniversary of the Cheesecake Factory. They’re offering slices of cheesecake for $1.50 each, the price they were when they first opened (nowadays they’re between $5 and $9 a slice, depending on what you get). Fortunately, there’s one just a few blocks from me here, so I plan to avail myself of their special. Perhaps several of them.
Kelsey has agreed to go out with me to go eat, my treat. 
In my story about Rick, I told you of his request that I be available several mornings each month, and explained that I needed some time to think about it. Well, at this point, I see no reason why I shouldn’t avail myself of the money. I mean, that kind of money for a few minutes worth of work for someone who truly enjoys it would be totally worthwhile. I’ll explain to him that I reserve the right to opt out if I have a long night with another client. I’m sure he’ll accept that condition. More on this after he gets back in town and I’ve had a chance to talk with him about it.
I’m happy to report that Nina is back home and recovering from her appendectomy. She left me a one line message last week stating that her husband was taking her to the emergency room at 5AM, without further explanation (And yes, I’ve spanked her hot little ass for not telling me any more than that! Though, to be honest, I think spanking her is more positive reinforcement than anything else). Her husband was kind enough to let me know what had happened two days later! Anyway, Nina, I’m glad you’re home and recuperating. I’ve missed my quasi-daily doses of Anais Nin channeling. <3
The wildfires in California have largely left the Bay Area alone, but there’s one burning near Yosemite National Park right now that has burnt up several homes and has cut off power to the park. I went to Yosemite for the first time ever when we came here back in January. Gorgeous country. I hope everyone out there stays safe. I know another firefighter was killed here yesterday I believe. He was from Washington state and was down here to help California fight the fires.
I just got done reading a book called Rent Boys, written by a French sociologist. It’s an academic piece about male sex workers, and I bought it because I’d not really been exposed to any serious research on the guys before. It was very interesting, for a variety of reasons, and was an easy read. I am in the process of writing some about it. There’s also a post on facials coming in the next day or two.
Anyway, I think that is it for the randomness for this week. I have about a dozen new posts I am working on, all of them in different stages of development. I have to be in the right frame of mind to write most of this stuff, though, so you’ll just have to be patient with me until I get them done. 
Breakfast Service
July 27, 2008
*phone rings*
*phone rings*
*phone rings*
“Hello,” I intone sleepily, looking over at my clock to see that it is about a quarter to six in the morning. Who in the fuck is calling me this early on a Friday morning?
It was my business phone, and the ring told me it was someone I had seen. I have two ring tones, one that I assign to clients I’ve seen, and the other for anyone else. This way I’ll know when one of my clients calls me, or if it is some random call. I get those from time to time - apparently someone had this number before I got it.
“Alexa?”
“Yeah. Who is this?”
“Hey, this is Rick. Sorry for calling so early, but I thought I’d see if you’re up for making a quick thousand dollars.”
I sit up in my bed, looking over at the clock to confirm the time I thought I saw a few seconds ago. “Wait, what? You mean right now?”
“Yes. Is it too early?”
“Well, you are the first person to ask for one this early, but if you’re willing to pay for the time, then I can get ready and meet you somewhere.”
“You don’t need to get ready. Just throw something on and meet me at my office in about a half hour, say around 6:30. Can you get there?”
“Where is ‘there’?” He tells me where his office is, on the 8th floor of a huge building in the downtown financial district. That is not too far from where I live, though he doesn’t know that. “I can probably get there by 6:30, yeah. Let me put something on and I’ll meet you.”
“Okay. Don’t worry about showering or dressing up or anything. I want you just like you are, and you’ll use a dedicated elevator to get to my office, so no one’s going to see you come into the building.”
Rick is the owner of his own brokerage firm, occupying the entire 8th floor of one of the larger buildings in downtown San Francisco as it turns out. I’d seen him a few nights ago. He’d complimented me on my blow job technique at the conclusion of our time together. Apparently, he really was impressed.
I hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I threw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, sans underwear, picked up my bag and headed to my car. The drive took about 10 minutes. When I arrived at the building I pulled into the parking garage, took the ticket and drove down to the 3rd parking level. I got out and found the elevator, entered the code and headed up. When I walked out into Rick’s office, all I could say was, “Wow! Hey, there. Fabulous office.”
“Thank you. And thank you for coming over. I’ve been fantasizing about this for a week now.”
“Have you now?”
As he walks toward me with an envelope, which I assume contains my fee, I can’t help but notice that it is a corner office, with an incredible view of the city. Or, rather, many of the other buildings around him, since this is only the 8th floor. Regardless, the office is decked out nicely, with mahogany furniture and what appears to be some seriously expensive accent pieces. “Shall we get down to business?”
“Of course.” I walk over to him, unbuckle his belt, and slide his pants and underwear down, then sink to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. He is already partially erect, and when my lips wrap themselves around it, it only takes a few seconds before he’s hard as a rock. I proceed to give him one of my “hands-free” blow jobs. The one cool thing about a hand’s free is that it prolongs the amount of time it takes for him to cum. This results in a much stronger orgasm because it takes it much longer to build up, generally speaking (if you take it to fruition). I could use my hands with my mouth and get him off in rather short order, but it is fun to tease someone and force them to wait for it. And besides, as he said, he likes the way I suck cock.
“God, you are so good at that.”
I lightly bit his cock to acknowledge the compliment, and continued working him into the back of my throat. I eventually got him all the way in, and allowed him to bottom out on my face. Once he realized he was getting into my throat, he began to fuck my mouth. I just stopped my movements and let him thrust at his own pace for a few seconds. I stared up into his eyes and tried to give him that “Oh, god, yes” look to help his arousal factor. I could tell he was enjoying the visual, watching his cock penetrate my face.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck someone bent over my desk. Would you like to try it?” He pulled out of my mouth, and I licked the excess saliva and mucous off his cock. I reached for my bag and pulled out a condom and handed him the package. He opened it up and rolled it onto his cock. While he was doing that, I took my clothes off and walked over to his desk.
“If I recall, from what I’ve seen in the movies, I’m supposed to just wipe all of this shit onto the floor, right?” He laughed a tenuous, nervous laugh that said “Please don’t do that,” so I grinned and gingerly moved some of the stuff on his desk. Then I sat down on the edge of it and began masturbating as he watched. After a few seconds, he walked over and placed his cock at the entrance to my cunt, pushed in and began fucking me. I leaned back on my elbows and raised my legs up. He grabbed my ankles and held them as he thrust deeply into me with increasing force.
After a minute or so, he slowed down. “Turn around.”
I hopped down off the desk, and turned with my back to him and bent over the desk, reaching out to grab the edges of it. He came up behind me, found my entrance, and once again pushed his cock into me. I looked back over my shoulder and could tell he was once again admiring his cock penetrating me. After a few more seconds, he grabbed my hips and began vigorously fucking me again. I could tell his orgasm was approaching, as his grunts became more intense. With just a few more thrusts he came. With each contraction, his hips pushed me into the edge of his desk (and as a result of which I now have some light bruising on my hip bones to show for my work).
When he’d calmed down, he pulled out and walked into what turned out to be a bathroom in an adjoining room. He looked rather silly, actually, walking around with nothing but a shirt and tie on and his cock hanging between his legs. He was gone for a few seconds, and then re-appeared at the door. “Would you like to use the bathroom?”
“Yes, please.” I walked in and closed the door behind me, cleaned up, and then headed back out. He watched me walk back toward my pile of clothes in the middle of the floor.
“You are a stunning woman. Wow. Even at six in the morning.”
I can only offer a weak “Thanks” in return.
“Would you like to make this a recurring thing?”
“You mean, me coming over to your office? Like, every day?”
“Something like that, yeah. I mean, I’m not in town about half the month, but on those mornings when I do come into the office, god it’d be nice to start those days like this.”
I was stunned by the request, and really wasn’t sure what to say. At a thousand dollars a day, for any number of days, it is an offer that would be hard to refuse. “Wow. I’m not sure how to answer that, How many days are we talking, exactly?”
“It would vary from month to month. Sometimes I am here half the days, sometimes I am here perhaps only five or six days in a given month.”
“And you don’t mind chucking out a thousand dollars a day for it?”
“Not for someone as good as you are.”
“Can I think about it and get back to you?”
“Absolutely. I won’t be here next week at all, so take your time. I sure hope you will agree to it, though. I love having your lips wrapped around my cock, and you’re just a fun person to be around to top it all off. I’ve not encountered anyone like you before, professional or otherwise to be honest.”
“Aww, what a sweet thing to say. Thank you.”
I finished getting dressed and collected my bag. Almost as if on cue a phone in an outer office rang. It startled me and I jumped a bit. He just laughed and said not to worry about it; it was probably someone from the east coast who didn’t know that we sleep late on this side of the country. I had to laugh.
“I’ll give it some thought and let you know next week, okay?”
I pushed the button and the elevator opened up. As I left, he was putting his pants back on and recombobulating himself. When I got down to my car, I checked the envelope - the money was all there, plus $10 to cover the cost of parking. I drove home, hopped in the shower and got back in bed. My mind was racing too much to go to sleep, though, so I got back up.
The only real down sides to committing to being available like what he’s asking are that A) I am not a morning person, and B) if an appointment with a client goes well into the morning, which they occasionally do, I have to come home, shower, and then turn around and go right back out when I know I’ll be tired. Of course, it does only take about an hour and a half to drive over, park, go take care of business and get back home.
A thousand dollars a day for what amounts to about 45 minutes worth of work is hard to top, though.
Not only that, but his office is a corner office, with ceiling to floor windows. I’ve always wanted to be pressed naked against a pane glass window and be railed from behind.
Hmm. Decisions, decisions.