No No Sir You Cant Put That In There!
Ok i bet the tittle is enough to make you scream with disgust but its not quite like that. I had my first client today he was a 50 something dutch (well i think he was dutch maybe german all the same to me) & it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be (ok it was pretty disgusting & i couldnt wait for those 30 mins to end but i thought it was going to be much worse) I met him at a Starbucks in the city then I took him to some small boutique hotel around the corner. Im not going to go into the details but I striped for him while he “fondled” himself. He wanted to do more, a lot more but i told him for what he paid he wouldnt, after all this is my profession so its only right i be professional. As you can guess he tried to talk me into it but i wouldnt budge i mean you get what you pay for. So now I cant wait to go to London the money i could earn I could be a pro & everyone always tells me I should be a model (at first i thought they were just trying to pick me up but no they strongly belhive it). Theres a lovley penthouse on Canairy Warf (hope i spelled it right) I would love to live there now id be working a couple of weeks before i could afford the deposit on a place like that but if I ask my great-grandad to loan it to me then i could move in & start making money straight away. Id have to work alot to live there but im prepaired to put the hours in. Those people who think im a horrible person borrowing money off my Great-Grandad to help start up in the profession of Call-boying dont hes a millionaire he has plenty of money. Ive decided im only going to do this aswell untill I can learn how to trade stocks on the London Stock Exchange someone was telling me about it once & it just fascinated me. I phoned my ex last night apparently things are bad back in the town I use to live in (name suprssion for the town LOL) hes losing his job in 6 weeks because theres not enough work I feel sorry for him I really do even tho he cheated on me numerous times & slept with my best friend, & stupidly i forgave him & sent my best friend packing (leaving me best friend less) when i should have sent them both packing but what dosent kill us makes us stronger (so depressed with the news i actually tried to kill myself at the time but now i know that no bosy is worth that kind of action). I was thinking about what i wanted to be when i was younger (prompted by a comment on a previous post) & I always wanted to be either a Policeman or a member of Cabin Crew I supose been a Call-boy is a bit like been a member of Cabin Crew we both service people. I was also thinking ill have to make up a job to tell people what I actually do, so what job do you get called out at all hours for & make loads of money? any takers. I could always tell people im some kind of technician at the BBC braodcasting centre yes it might just work untill i meet someone who actually works at the BBC then I guess im screwed. I have such a headache again maybe its one of the many downfalls of the job headaches ill have to remember that for when i write my hand book 1-0-1 Call-Boy.
I guess i should go now & do something constructive maybe switch my phone on see if i have any calls i supose its naughty as a call boy turning my phone off but I just needed to find my feet again after my first.
Bye for now
Taylor
July 11, 2008 at 6:07 pm
Dude, that’s really twisted.
Perhaps you could get a job.
July 13, 2008 at 6:20 am
Sweetie,
Thank you for reading and posting my comment. I was touched by the fact that you actually thought back to your childhood dreams. I noticed that you said that your Great-Grandfather has a lot of money. That you could ask him to finance things, as he is so rich. Indulge a person like myself and explain why you’d rather be in the sex trade, than have him help you now. There are many people who chose the sex industry, for good and bad reasons. I assume you do not know the difficulty of returning or getting a “legit” job, once you’ve been in the trade. If it is the danger, perhaps you need to examine your motives. Clearly money is not the real issue. Was your father unavailable, like mine? Are you just doing this in the hope that you might get a book deal? Are you willing to view yourself as “damaged goods”? You obviously have HTML skills, because your site is way more advanced than mine. Have you thought about the job “personal assistant”?
I’ve cocked my life up so much, that I hate to see some one else do it.
Sincerely,
Dano