My First Client
The phone just rang with my first call i didnt answer it i was too scared my heart was racing i know i have to answer it to get work but i couldnt take this one i keep telling myself the next time it rings. Ok while i was writing this the phone rang again same person I looked at it as if the phone was going to encourage me to pick it up then i looked back at my blog & remembered that i needed to answer it so i picked it up & said hello the voice was a man he sounded as tho he was from eastern europe he didnt seem as tho he had done this thing too many times before but he managed to find my website so he must have he said he wanted just half an hour (my prices for a full hour too much for him) so i said i could give him half a hour but it was strictly half an hour he said he just wanted me to strip for him & maybe u know (actually i dont know but i didnt tell him that) I told him I was too busy tonight but i could do anytime tomorrow so he said hed phone me back tomorrow at 11am told me to write his name down so i remembered the special price id given him I cant even remember his name. I was soo scared im still shaking now with excitement or something im not sure. I think back to Belle de Jour & how fearless she was I have so many questions what if i cant get it up or what if something goes wrong or a say something bad. I guess ill find out what happens tomorrow.
Goodluck to me
Taylor
P.S. i changed my Call-Boy name to Taylor I got bored of Scott. & I decided im going to move back to London be a Call-Boy there more money people here in New Zealand are cheap.
July 11, 2008 at 5:19 am
Sweetie,
My heart aches for you. I have not been in the sex industry, but friends of mine have. I have even joked about the fact that my High School councilor did not let me know about those jobs, including the “fluffer” job. Now that I am older, I believe that I may be able to touch people such as yourself….Despite the fact that I KNEW that I was right, at your age.
I came to America when I was fourteen. I am English, and had been sent to a religious boarding school there when I was eleven, when I fucked up at a school in Belgium when I was ten. (You can read about that in my blog.)
I lost my virginity within the first year of being in an American High School, because I wanted to be loved by a man. I didn’t even know what he meant when he asked me if I had “come”.
This I know: every time that you sleep with some one who is nothing to you; you die a little bit. You begin to see yourself as a little bit less and less and less. The world is full of older, even attractive men, who want to regain or repossess a part of themselves. If you continue in this vein of work, you will lose yourself eventually. It may come quickly, with a drug overdose/violent end, or a long, slow spiral into the kind of physical decline that has you looking like forty, when you are only twenty-five.
I don’t know why you started this blog. Did you have hopes that lots of people would read it and seek you out ? Or, is it a cry for help?
Think back to when you were a child. What did you dream of?
There are huge possibilities open for you. You are so young, that the world is literally your oyster. I know of many alternative jobs that you may never have considered, so please, get in touch with me.
You can find life, love and meaning in your life. I know: I’ve been locked up in the psyche wards for months at a time.
But that’s for another time.
Taylor/Scot,
rest assured that another human cares about you deeply,
Dano