We may earn money from links on this page, but we only recommend products we love. His thing is setting up the brunch spread and having sex before we eat it. They lack the glamor of call girls and the "victimhood" of trafficked women since their pimp is their drug habit itself. They have been abandoned by their families, their communities and the other people on the street. Even law enforcement and social services slighted them until recently.
Her first time. In less than a minute he handed me money and left. I barely saw his face. The brunch date. The "can't always judge a book by its cover. The total creep. He is missing digits on his fingers. He's the kind of person you would cross the street to avoid. The guy who didn't want sex. I can't figure out why. He doesn't touch me though we sleep in the same bed. The several guys who said they'd be sex workers if they were women.
The nice guys. The lazy guys. The dad-type. He pays me every week whether or not he sees me and actually calls it my 'allowance. The rich cheap guy. I hear he is rich but he pays no more than anyone else. In fact he pays less; he insists on meeting in a hotel room near financial row and deducts the room from my pay. The scary situation. You can control a one-on-one situation but you can't stag parties and drunks.
The cuddler. I am speeding my ass off and the last thing I want to do is play statue with some needy stranger when I can't even smoke. This is agony. The guy afraid of his "loose female employee.
I go by his print shop several times a week and we do it on the darkroom floor. And he always cautions me to use the client bathroom, not the employee bathroom, because one of his female employees is loose and might have an STD. Where does he think I have been all day, at the library? The guy who gave her a stolen car. But much to my amazement, after a long night of performing oral sex on me even though a million women would allow that for free, there was a car.
