Me and My Life

When I have contact with a potential client, I ask alot of questions. I want to know thier real name, (first and last), age, description, place of employment, references of ladies they’ve dated. I may engage in brief conversations with them via chat (least preferred) and/or phone (most preferred) but that is after I have verified the information they’ve given me. Chances are they don’t get to see me same-day tho that’s happend on a few occasions.

I’ve been in the Bizz for 6 months now. What an incredible experience this has been so far…all started from mere curiosity to see if I could do this after about 2 months of studying the lifestyle. In my brain just now, a thought flitted by…what a concept…I went from being used by men to being used by men, by choice, for money. Some call this a free enterprise. All call it capitalism at its best. We are friends, we are counselors, we are lovers, we are therapists, we are an escape from the norm. We are the fantasy that is not spoken, we are mothers and wives by day, corteseans by night. We are who we want to be, or who we really are. We are not our real names, but a persona created.

But so far, Im doing well. Sometimes its difficult seperating my real life from my professional life. When my cellphone rings and they ask for L*****….my mind and personality change somewhat…lights, camera, action! If  its a "regular" (someone I’ve seen multiple times) and we have already waded through all that getting to know you crap (which even in dating is both exhilerating and painful!) then things are pretty fun. Super 8 at 1PM tomorrow? Sure, I’m available! Anything in particular you’d like to see me in?

Or if its a first-time phone contact after references checked…its more of a getting-to-know-each other phone call and exchanging ideas of when each can get together. I’d say 99% of those I’ve met so far have all been wonderful, educated professional men. Most, if not all of them are married. I hear the same thing all of the time…the wife is not interested in sex anymore. I can relate. My husband is totally not interested in sex with me anymore. Odd isnt it…most men love sex, and here I am…a wanting and willing wife and he doesnt want me. So i dont cry anymore. I get made love to by the most wonderful men…influentual men. Men who are passionate, friendly and make me feel like a desirable woman.

I dont want these women’s husbands. Especially after what Alan did, I steer clear from anyone who starts to be enamoured with me. Yes, that happens…some men fall in love with us. I try my best to be thier companion but we must always remember what our place is. I am your plaything, I am your private dancer. I’ll do what you want me to do and then our paths seperate.

I have a client, I’ll call him J. I dont know if I’ve mentioned him before but he lives on the west coast of US. He is an older man, he is charming, funny, sexy, wealthy beyond your wildest dreams and is very good to me. The first time we met was about 2 months ago. He recently came back for 5 days to see me. He flew over the entire US to see ME. There are no 5star hotels in Charlotte, but there are a few nice ones. Not your typical crappy Microtel. He took me out the first night I saw him on the second trip. A very posh restaurant. I was able to have whatever I wanted..sky was the limit. I asked him to order for me….I now know what its like to feel like a princess. The second night he again took me out to a really nice restaurant and we took a long walk downtown. We had the best time.

We had a better time between the soft sheets and down comforter. He is a generous lover, a real gentleman. He wants to buy me everything. He wants to give me a legit job making 6 figures for his company…my what an offer. I declined for now. I have to think about this. A kept woman. Doesn’t that only happen in the movies? A mafioso mistress or something? LOL

He’s coming back to see me in the near future. I call him Big Daddy because that is the presence he has entering a room. Sorta like Donald Trump.

As long as all involved understand no matter what feelings supposively develope, (on the men’s side), I am to keep it utterly professional. No more seeing men and giving it away for free. Why? Well, whats the point, I like making the money, they like the no-strings attached…but the ones i have that have "fallen" for me…I look at them and wonder…I’m your escort…why fall for me…you know what our arrangement is.

I dont know what I’m going to do about J. He’s far enough away for me to control it I guess. In the bizz, you are told that if things get too close to wher the lines are blurred…time to quietly go away.

Enough for now.