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Not So Grim

I have to say, I must be blessed by the Hooker gods, because, and get this, the Clients that I've been seeing haven't been the grim mingers that you (gentle reader) might imagine.

I've got a theory, and it's a sound one, that my clients aren't paying because they have to, they're paying because they want to.

This means that I'm seeing people of all ages for dates, like from 30 upwards, which is not as old as I expected at all.

They've also been gentlemen, considerate, nice, and kind even. OK, yes, they are horny, and one or two have pushed my limits, but then I do 'advertise' my self as a boy who can take some _abuse_ so I'm well up for being thrown around a little and told what to do. Ah fantasy work, such fun - to a point.

I know I'm naïve, and that I can get into a lot of trouble; I know I could be subject to abuse, violence and even rape, but I'm doing alright so far - this client did scare me the other night, he got funny about the money and I know I've got to be professional about it. As we were talking about it, him being defensive and me being gently direct, he zoned out, i.e. he seemed to freeze, and even as I called his name, he was still 'away'. Oh gods I thought, the lights are on but the hamster's dead - shit, he's psycho.

My heart raced, adrenaline made me feel sick, but it all came good pretty quickly.

I don't know what to do about my safety; how do I find the Escort Union? When I'm old and rich I shall ruddy well set one up.

I guess if I ever did get murdered and dumped, the police could search my computers and work out my 'last movements'; sigh.

Still, excorting is like dating: always go to their house, they're less likely to kill you, and you get to drink their gin.

posted by +good @ 12:35 AM