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I never stood on a corner waiting for some horny dude to pick me up and pay me to blow him in a dark alley, not that there’s anything wrong with that, only when I had sex for money I had a chauffeur that would drive me to a client’s house or hotel room.
It was out-calls for me all the way, baby. I never actually met the people I worked for, I didn’t hang out in a house waiting for someone to pick me out of a line up of girls waiting to get fucked, which is what you call an in-call by the way. Nope, I went to you.
I didn’t wait around my house waiting for clients to call either - my office was the back seat of a van – and my only connection to the escort agency was my driver… my protector.
Clients would call the agency asking for a particular sort of girl and then the agency would call one of their many drivers who were already out and about the city with a bunch of hookers. Then and only then would the driver drop us off at the appropriate location.
Once inside the person’s house or hotel room we had to get the money settled first and then we had five minutes to ascertain the situation and call our driver to tell him if everything was okay. The theory being that if we didn’t call within the appropriate time limit our driver would bust the door down and come to our rescue.
If everything was cool, the driver would leave, drop off another girl somewhere else, and drive around until it was time to pick us up again.
Most clients paid for an hour of our time, but it didn’t really work that way. In reality, what they paid for was the ability to cum in our presence once within an hour. If you shot your load within the first five minutes, I was out of there even if your dick had never had the pleasure of being inside me. If an hour elapsed and you hadn’t been able to get it up because you thought it would be a great idea to do a bunch of coke and order a hooker, I was out of there.
Most of the time, I was in and out of someone’s home in twenty minutes. Those were the easy calls. Guys that wanted to pay you, get off, and get you out of their house in a timely manner. Efficient cum machine who weren’t looking for a cuddle, didn’t have a sexual dysfunction that required you blow them for 45 minutes without getting anywhere, would pay you a little extra to clean up fast, and get the fuck out of there.
What happened next? Stay tuned to hear all the dirty details… in the meantime add me on Twitter @misslolabyrd. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, and yes that’s me in the header pic; a picture that was taken around the time this story took place, which is to say when I was 18 years-old.
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