Wow, I actually don’t have anything of great importance to talk about today, umm….
I went to brunch and the movies yesterday with the most fabulous gay man on the planet, and YES I’m a Fag-Hag.
If you don’t know, then I’m here to tell you…… I LOVE gay men. And just like Youtube’s Chris Crokcer says,”Behind every pretty girl is an even prettier gay best friend”. I owe much of my success in this industry to a wig wearing, dick-tucking drag queen that I met back in college, and I still speak of her to this day. She’s the one that taught me about going to drag shows to observe and learn, and I do this at least once a month to harbor as much feminine energy as I can.
I swear, if a hooker wants to learn glamour and fashion tips; then go see a drag show. Want to learn about makeup, posture, class, and pizazz; go see a drag show. I know that may sound strange to all my Masculine John Wayne wannabe’s, but gay men have the ultimate heads up on what turns a man on because, well, he’s a man also. And as ass backwards as that may sound, it makes perfect since to me.
But anyway, we went to see Samuel L Jackson’s new movie “Lakeview Terrace”, which was aaaight. It really wasn’t anything I’d rush to put on my wish list, but it was a good flick.
We made plans to see Spike Lee’s new movie “Miracle at St. Anna”, that is of course if I don’t have a full schedule of pussy craving clients!
Im not a Hooker, Im an Escort!
I was told by one of my readers that they don’t like my constant usage of the word Hooker, and as much as I would love to bow down to your desire to sugar coat the obvious, (YOU’RE A HOOKER) I just don’t roll like that. As a matter of fact, from this day fourth my blogs are going to be rawer, more true, and more to the point. I’m getting kind of bored with the whole witty and educational posts, but at the same time I’m going to stay true to the format that’s made my blogs a hit with my readers, which means bringing you information.
As for you miss “don’t call me a hooker”, the first thing you need is to learn the art of having thick skin, especially if you find yourself getting offended by every little thing. I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m here to give you the scoop on an industry that I’m familiar with, and if I throw in a few offensive words….. roll with it.
I will never tell you anything wrong, or anything that I haven’t tried myself, so trust that whatever works for me I’m going to share with my readers in my own special dialog. And if you find yourself getting aggravated by it, then you are more than welcome to stop reading, but I’m not gonna change!
Other than that……
Happy Hooking!
As for you miss “don’t call me a hooker”, the first thing you need is to learn the art of having thick skin, especially if you find yourself getting offended by every little thing. I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m here to give you the scoop on an industry that I’m familiar with, and if I throw in a few offensive words….. roll with it.
I will never tell you anything wrong, or anything that I haven’t tried myself, so trust that whatever works for me I’m going to share with my readers in my own special dialog. And if you find yourself getting aggravated by it, then you are more than welcome to stop reading, but I’m not gonna change!
Other than that……
Happy Hooking!
Are you a Slob?
I was having the most hilarious conversation with my adorable Korean client last week who spoke of his experiences with Escorts and their nasty living conditions. Every inch of his story was filed with the most humorous dialog; including stepping over piles of clothes and dog shit, then retreating to a room with nothing but a bare mattress placed on the floor next to a lamp with no lampshade. Talk about slumming!
If a hookers living condition is that bad then she’s better off getting a cheap Motel room instead of subjecting her men to utter filth. But the same argument can be made for the men as well because I’ve heard multiples instances of girls going to see clients at locations that should be condemned by the city. Why any man would invite a woman to a filthy place is beyond me and vice versa. I pride myself with offering services in an upscale environment which takes VERY little effort if you’re not a total lazy slob.
You girls make $200 per hour and then some, but can’t afford to get a fucking bedroom set and clean sheets? Give me a break man. Then you have men who spend $200+ an hour on pussy, but won’t pay Merry maids to come clean up so that a hooker can be comfortable when she’s with him. Do you people not realize that it’s the surroundings that make the largest first impression on a Hooker or a client?
When clients come to see me, the first thing they do when I open that door is make sure I’m the Hooker that’s in the website, then next they scope out the surroundings to make sure everything is inviting. You also shouldn’t let your pets roam around while you have guest, or have a sink full of dirty dishes. Another filthy no-no is having condom rappers everywhere, or used condoms in your trashcan where clients can see them. God that’s gross.
If you’re a high volume hooker then you definitely have your work cut out for you because you also have to consider the constant need for clean linens and towels. Nothing says gross like using a towel or sheets that’s already been used by 5 other guys.
Creating a daily cleaning checklist would definitely help you girls keep your space in order. Before the client comes to see you, make sure that everything on your list has been completed. The list should look something like this:
-Wash my dirty fucking dishes
-Clean out the Basin in the bathroom
-Make sure my shit is off the floor
-Vacuum the floor
-Empty the trashcans
-Make sure the bathroom is stocked with clean towels and hygiene products
-Change the sheets
-Put my filthy animals in their cages
-Spray Lysol if I can smell those nasty fuckers
-Make sure the cum stained headboard is cleaned
*And last but not least*
Have fun and MAKE THAT MONEY!
If a hookers living condition is that bad then she’s better off getting a cheap Motel room instead of subjecting her men to utter filth. But the same argument can be made for the men as well because I’ve heard multiples instances of girls going to see clients at locations that should be condemned by the city. Why any man would invite a woman to a filthy place is beyond me and vice versa. I pride myself with offering services in an upscale environment which takes VERY little effort if you’re not a total lazy slob.
You girls make $200 per hour and then some, but can’t afford to get a fucking bedroom set and clean sheets? Give me a break man. Then you have men who spend $200+ an hour on pussy, but won’t pay Merry maids to come clean up so that a hooker can be comfortable when she’s with him. Do you people not realize that it’s the surroundings that make the largest first impression on a Hooker or a client?
When clients come to see me, the first thing they do when I open that door is make sure I’m the Hooker that’s in the website, then next they scope out the surroundings to make sure everything is inviting. You also shouldn’t let your pets roam around while you have guest, or have a sink full of dirty dishes. Another filthy no-no is having condom rappers everywhere, or used condoms in your trashcan where clients can see them. God that’s gross.
If you’re a high volume hooker then you definitely have your work cut out for you because you also have to consider the constant need for clean linens and towels. Nothing says gross like using a towel or sheets that’s already been used by 5 other guys.
Creating a daily cleaning checklist would definitely help you girls keep your space in order. Before the client comes to see you, make sure that everything on your list has been completed. The list should look something like this:
-Wash my dirty fucking dishes
-Clean out the Basin in the bathroom
-Make sure my shit is off the floor
-Vacuum the floor
-Empty the trashcans
-Make sure the bathroom is stocked with clean towels and hygiene products
-Change the sheets
-Put my filthy animals in their cages
-Spray Lysol if I can smell those nasty fuckers
-Make sure the cum stained headboard is cleaned
*And last but not least*
Have fun and MAKE THAT MONEY!
Tippers vs. Non-Tippers
I was reading the blog of a hooker who's every entry is bitching about her clients reluctance to tip her after a session, which made me think to myself; "Damn bitch, if you weren't so fucking negative then maybe your men would come out of their pockets more often". I just don't understand why hookers think that they have this sense of entitlement when it comes to tips and gifts. As far as I'm concerned, all I expect is what's listed on my rates page. Anything extra is out of the kindness of my client's heart, and thank God that most of my clients have big hearts when it comes to me.
Now I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that tips and gifts aren't wonderful, because they are. What girl doesn't love to be spoiled and given free shit? But let's be real here, not every client is in the position to dish out extra funds to begging ass hookers, so stop whining.
This isn't a new phenomenon with escorts though because I know tons of girls that will put priority on the men that are good tippers and gift givers. To be honest, tippers get better service, more time, and top priority. Hell, I'm even guilty of doing that sometimes, but I'll never bitch if I don't get a tip. If a client comes to see me on a regular basis then that's all the gift and tip I need.
In my eyes the greatest gift and tip a client can give a hooker is his constant loyalty and financial support. As long as he continues to patronize me, then he's giving me the greatest tip and gift there is to give a girl like me, which is my financial freedom!
SO THANK YOU
Now I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that tips and gifts aren't wonderful, because they are. What girl doesn't love to be spoiled and given free shit? But let's be real here, not every client is in the position to dish out extra funds to begging ass hookers, so stop whining.
This isn't a new phenomenon with escorts though because I know tons of girls that will put priority on the men that are good tippers and gift givers. To be honest, tippers get better service, more time, and top priority. Hell, I'm even guilty of doing that sometimes, but I'll never bitch if I don't get a tip. If a client comes to see me on a regular basis then that's all the gift and tip I need.
In my eyes the greatest gift and tip a client can give a hooker is his constant loyalty and financial support. As long as he continues to patronize me, then he's giving me the greatest tip and gift there is to give a girl like me, which is my financial freedom!
SO THANK YOU
Looks vs Personality
We all know the saying; “Beauty is only skin deep”, but how much of that saying do people actually take seriously these days. With the beauty industry being a billion dollar industry, what does that say about most human beings and what is perceived as being beautiful? I’ve often asked myself this question because I was always considered “average looking” and sometimes “below average looking” by men, but was always treated well by them.
Am I Beautiful? NO
Am I ugly? NO
Am I Intriguing? YES
Am I Smart? MAYBE
I even had a boyfriend for years that worshiped the ground I walked on, but never really thought I was attractive. That really used to hurt my feelings until I learned the importance of personality and how men viewed looks as nothing more than visual pleasure. Pretty faces are abundance in America and all over the world, but how often do you run across a woman who intrigues you? How often do you run across a woman who is unusual, exciting, hypnotic, and mesmerizing? If you live in Missouri, you probably haven’t met too many.
And although I am quite aware that personality is very important especially in this business, I still can’t help but to wonder, how much better would I be treated if I were considered “beautiful” by society’s standards. Does being beautiful give you a free pass to be an asshole? I’ve seen beautiful escorts with personalities as warm as day old turd nuggets and the men flock them. I’ve even read terrible reviews on TER but men will still continue to see the same shitty escort again because she’s beautiful.
Hell, I even have a regular client of mine who gave me a “below average looking” rating on a review site, yet he comes to see me almost weekly and treats me like a queen! I’m definitely confused and scratching my head about this, but at the same time I’m pretty realistic when it comes to my looks, which makes me aware that my personality is a huge chunk of a reason why men continue to come to see me!
Oh well
Am I Beautiful? NO
Am I ugly? NO
Am I Intriguing? YES
Am I Smart? MAYBE
I even had a boyfriend for years that worshiped the ground I walked on, but never really thought I was attractive. That really used to hurt my feelings until I learned the importance of personality and how men viewed looks as nothing more than visual pleasure. Pretty faces are abundance in America and all over the world, but how often do you run across a woman who intrigues you? How often do you run across a woman who is unusual, exciting, hypnotic, and mesmerizing? If you live in Missouri, you probably haven’t met too many.
And although I am quite aware that personality is very important especially in this business, I still can’t help but to wonder, how much better would I be treated if I were considered “beautiful” by society’s standards. Does being beautiful give you a free pass to be an asshole? I’ve seen beautiful escorts with personalities as warm as day old turd nuggets and the men flock them. I’ve even read terrible reviews on TER but men will still continue to see the same shitty escort again because she’s beautiful.
Hell, I even have a regular client of mine who gave me a “below average looking” rating on a review site, yet he comes to see me almost weekly and treats me like a queen! I’m definitely confused and scratching my head about this, but at the same time I’m pretty realistic when it comes to my looks, which makes me aware that my personality is a huge chunk of a reason why men continue to come to see me!
Oh well
Black Brothels of the early 1900's
(Mahogany Hall's front Parlor)I love reading about man’s insatiable appetite for black pussy, even when that lust spans hundreds of years. Let me take you all on a trip to New Orleans circa 1899-1920 to a black brothel called “Mahogany hall”. Even Louis Armstrong made a song about the place called “Mahogany Hall Stomp”
Mahogany Halls Souvenir booklet says:
The house was built of marble and is four story; containing five parlors, all handsomely furnished, and fifteen bedrooms. Each room has a bath with hot and cold water and extension closets. The elevator, which was built for two, is of the latest style. The entire house is steam heated and is the handsomest house of its kind. It is the only one where you can get three shots for your money –
The shot upstairs,
The shot downstairs,
And the shot in the room. . .
This establishment, which is situated in the central part of the city, is unquestionably the most elaborately furnished brothel in the city of New Orleans, and without a doubt one of the most elegant places in this or any other country.
Madame LULU has made a feature of boarding none but the fairest of girls – those gifted with nature's best charms, and would, under no circumstances, have any but that class in her house.
As an entertainer Miss Lulu stands foremost, having made a life-long study of music and literature. She is well read and one that can interest anybody and make a visit to her place a continued round of pleasure.
Vintage porn
(Circa 1889-Vintage Erotica postcard)I've always wondered what the regular folk did back in the day for adult recreation, and to my surprise I learned that even folks back in the 1800's were hardcore porn lovers. And, although porn lovers of yesteryear didn't have access to the Internet, DVDs, and late night Cinemax, they still had the lust and desire to see dicks in pussy!
Gifts make me Horny
OK this is yet another chapter from my "I have the best fucking client's in the world" book!
Had the most fantastic time yesterday with a new client, and he came baring gifts.
THANK YOU BG
Had the most fantastic time yesterday with a new client, and he came baring gifts.
THANK YOU BG
Letters from Dubai
I recently read an article about a young black chick moving to Dubai on a quest to find a wealthy husband, and although she wasn’t necessarily a self professed “Hooker”, she was still a woman that got things based solely on her looks and pussy, which in my eyes makes her a hooker. Now I can’t knock the chick for her hustle or her methods used for coming up in society, but I can say that this bitch is MAJORLY delusional if she thinks that a wealthy Arab man from Dubai is going to marry her black ass. Child Please!
Now don’t get me wrong, I have my share of wonderful Arab and Middle Eastern clients, but Arab men tend to marry within their own race, especially the wealthy oil men. And besides, whenever you see the wives of these wealthy men out and about, they are usually beautiful Arab women with their traditional Arabian-style clothing, with headdress and all. Not some gold-digging scallywag from New York City. And trust me; this black chick isn’t putting anything on her head to hide her hair, especially something like a Hijab that’s meant as a social and cultural dress code for Islamic and Arab women.
Not to talk down on my black sista’s, but we can be some of the most hard-headed creatures on the planet which is why 70% of us are single, so there is NO WAY IN HELL she is going to be the submissive little Arabian housewife without giving that man 100% attitude when he asks her to do something.
9 times out of 10 those wealthy Arab men had some sort of arranged marriage by their families, and I bet the wives came from wealthy families as well. They keep their money in the family which is how it’s been for thousands of years with these really wealthy Arab men.
Arab men aren’t like these stupid ass athletes out here marrying girls with pretty faces and no substance. Basically these athletes marry a fucking Debit Card with a pussy! Hate to be harsh, but I tell it like I see it.
This chick has a better chance at marrying Bill O’Riley than she has at marrying a man from the United Arab Emirates.
Sorry sweetie, but your over inflated financial goals are totally unrealistic! Get back to what you know best.... stupid ass athletes and over the hill sugar daddies!
Now don’t get me wrong, I have my share of wonderful Arab and Middle Eastern clients, but Arab men tend to marry within their own race, especially the wealthy oil men. And besides, whenever you see the wives of these wealthy men out and about, they are usually beautiful Arab women with their traditional Arabian-style clothing, with headdress and all. Not some gold-digging scallywag from New York City. And trust me; this black chick isn’t putting anything on her head to hide her hair, especially something like a Hijab that’s meant as a social and cultural dress code for Islamic and Arab women.
Not to talk down on my black sista’s, but we can be some of the most hard-headed creatures on the planet which is why 70% of us are single, so there is NO WAY IN HELL she is going to be the submissive little Arabian housewife without giving that man 100% attitude when he asks her to do something.
9 times out of 10 those wealthy Arab men had some sort of arranged marriage by their families, and I bet the wives came from wealthy families as well. They keep their money in the family which is how it’s been for thousands of years with these really wealthy Arab men.
Arab men aren’t like these stupid ass athletes out here marrying girls with pretty faces and no substance. Basically these athletes marry a fucking Debit Card with a pussy! Hate to be harsh, but I tell it like I see it.
This chick has a better chance at marrying Bill O’Riley than she has at marrying a man from the United Arab Emirates.
Sorry sweetie, but your over inflated financial goals are totally unrealistic! Get back to what you know best.... stupid ass athletes and over the hill sugar daddies!
Erika
Burn-out, Stress, and Depression
Ok ladies this one’s for you. Not to sound like an infomercial but are you burned out, stressed or depressed? If you’ve answered YES to being one or all of the above, then hold on to your G-string and stilettos cause this entry is for you! I usually don’t do these kinds of “spoon feeding” posts because a lot of ladies out there are a bit on the ungrateful side, but I’ve been getting quite a few emails lately asking for help, and far be it of me to deny a nice young hooker some sound business advice. So here we go!
(Burn-out prevention 101)
I think I’ve learned one of the main reasons why so many escorts get burned out in this industry, and the answer is: The lack of time management. Now hear me out for a second because this is an important factor in keeping your sanity in this business. If you are a hooker that will see clients anytime after midnight, then you are setting yourself up for burn-out. Set a schedule for yourself and stick to it; If your ad states that your available from 11am-9pm don’t deviate an inch from that schedule. Don’t even answer your phones before or after your scheduled work times. Stop letting your clients run you into the ground. It’s time that we start treating this hobby as if it’s our very own personal business, and what business owner you know takes calls off the clock? You ain’t no doctor or lawyer sweetheart, so it’s OK to turn your phone off and tell clients NO every once in a while.
Set a weekly financial and volume goal for yourself, and always keep documentation of what you do. I know many girls frown upon keeping records of their clients and donations, but how else will you remember certain men if you don’t document them? Another good reason to keep records is financial bookkeeping. Have a ledger of what you made so you can compare your weekly, monthly and daily financial stats. By doing this you can see what weeks, months, and days were your best or worst, then devise a plan to improve them. A lot of girls would be surprised at how much money they make and waste on a daily basis. Make sure to keep your documents in a safe place especially if you work from your home.
(Stress Prevention 101)
Routine, routine, routine, I can’t stress enough the importance of having a set routine that you follow to a T. Again, this goes back to keeping documentation of your day; from the amount of clients you see in a certain day, to everything else that needs to get accomplished in your everyday life. Always keep documentation of the things that need to get done, from getting an oil change to taking the kids to the movies. This way you can have a list of things that needs to be tackled instead of flying by the seat of your pants like a crazy woman. Get your life organized woman.
Hours before your client arrives for a session have a nice glass of wine or a cup of warm tea to relax you. I love lighting incense and candles an hour before my client arrives, and I sit on the floor meditating or stretching for about 15 minutes. This releases certain endorphins in your brain which affects your emotions. Last but not least think about the money. Always keep the money at the foreground of your thoughts, and when you get some, SAVE SOME!
(Depression prevention 101)
Ok, I’m no therapist and can’t really give you any advice on combating your depression. First look at the source of your depression and see what’s fucked up in your life or mind and start healing it. If you can’t get to a therapist easily, then look towards spirituality for guidance and support. I know that a lot of morons will tell you that they don’t believe in organized religion and neither do I, but never be ashamed to look towards a higher power to guide you, because whether or not you believe it, there is a force out there bigger and more advance than you are, and they are always available to send support if you know how to ask for it. Last but not least, ALWAYS think positive. Sending positive energy out into the universe is a great way to get positive energy back. Always remember the saying…”Where the mind goes the behind follows”!
Alright bitches, that’ll be $1000 for the therapy session. I take cash, credit card, and check! LOL. I’m kidding.
I hope this helped, and if you have any other concerns or questions come talk me!
Much love!
(Burn-out prevention 101)
I think I’ve learned one of the main reasons why so many escorts get burned out in this industry, and the answer is: The lack of time management. Now hear me out for a second because this is an important factor in keeping your sanity in this business. If you are a hooker that will see clients anytime after midnight, then you are setting yourself up for burn-out. Set a schedule for yourself and stick to it; If your ad states that your available from 11am-9pm don’t deviate an inch from that schedule. Don’t even answer your phones before or after your scheduled work times. Stop letting your clients run you into the ground. It’s time that we start treating this hobby as if it’s our very own personal business, and what business owner you know takes calls off the clock? You ain’t no doctor or lawyer sweetheart, so it’s OK to turn your phone off and tell clients NO every once in a while.
Set a weekly financial and volume goal for yourself, and always keep documentation of what you do. I know many girls frown upon keeping records of their clients and donations, but how else will you remember certain men if you don’t document them? Another good reason to keep records is financial bookkeeping. Have a ledger of what you made so you can compare your weekly, monthly and daily financial stats. By doing this you can see what weeks, months, and days were your best or worst, then devise a plan to improve them. A lot of girls would be surprised at how much money they make and waste on a daily basis. Make sure to keep your documents in a safe place especially if you work from your home.
(Stress Prevention 101)
Routine, routine, routine, I can’t stress enough the importance of having a set routine that you follow to a T. Again, this goes back to keeping documentation of your day; from the amount of clients you see in a certain day, to everything else that needs to get accomplished in your everyday life. Always keep documentation of the things that need to get done, from getting an oil change to taking the kids to the movies. This way you can have a list of things that needs to be tackled instead of flying by the seat of your pants like a crazy woman. Get your life organized woman.
Hours before your client arrives for a session have a nice glass of wine or a cup of warm tea to relax you. I love lighting incense and candles an hour before my client arrives, and I sit on the floor meditating or stretching for about 15 minutes. This releases certain endorphins in your brain which affects your emotions. Last but not least think about the money. Always keep the money at the foreground of your thoughts, and when you get some, SAVE SOME!
(Depression prevention 101)
Ok, I’m no therapist and can’t really give you any advice on combating your depression. First look at the source of your depression and see what’s fucked up in your life or mind and start healing it. If you can’t get to a therapist easily, then look towards spirituality for guidance and support. I know that a lot of morons will tell you that they don’t believe in organized religion and neither do I, but never be ashamed to look towards a higher power to guide you, because whether or not you believe it, there is a force out there bigger and more advance than you are, and they are always available to send support if you know how to ask for it. Last but not least, ALWAYS think positive. Sending positive energy out into the universe is a great way to get positive energy back. Always remember the saying…”Where the mind goes the behind follows”!
Alright bitches, that’ll be $1000 for the therapy session. I take cash, credit card, and check! LOL. I’m kidding.
I hope this helped, and if you have any other concerns or questions come talk me!
Much love!
A female Rapper Raps about the joys of being a Hooker!
One of the best Raps about the joys of being a Hooker!
American Pimps (Monsters or Misunderstood)
I was recently watching a very popular documentary called “American Pimp” by the Hughes brothers, which chronicles the life and times of the American Pimp. The main focus of this documentary is basically the stereotypical black street pimp and his everyday struggles and successes in this prostitution game. You learn everything about these men from their upbringing to how they became pimps. Most of the pimps in this movie had fathers and uncles who were also pimps and were strangely looked up to in the community back in the 60’s and 70’s.
Obviously it was the older street hustlers who caught my attention because they were knowledgeable and gave valid points when discussing this issue of pimping and hoeing. Like one of the pimps said “You have to be in the game to understand it” and I FULLY agree. Although I don’t condone much of what a pimp stands for, I can honestly say that I totally understand their world and their struggles with pimping prostitutes.
If you don’t know, then I’m here to tell you. Sex workers can be some of the most hard headed, “know it all” bitches on the planet. You can take a sex worker with 2 successful months under her belt, and it’s like she becomes an instant expert on the game. You can’t tell the bitch nothing because she thinks she has it all figured out. This is where the pimp comes in and lets her know that she doesn’t know shit…YET!
Not to talk down on my fellow sex workers, but I can sometimes understand why a pimp would go upside a hookers head, especially when she’s given advice or instruction on how to be a better sex worker and completely disregards what is told to her. I see it all the time; females asking for advice but never listen or apply the advice given to her. Women are catty and emotional by nature, that’s just a fact, and no matter how much you bitch and moan about what I just said; you know it’s the truth. But then again, like I said you really do have to be on the inside to see it and understand where I’m coming from.
I know some of you may be asking yourself, how can a woman fuck on the streets then give all her money to a pimp? Well what you must understand is that street hookers didn’t have the luxury of “Hooker’s Internet support groups”, and “Hooking 101” books written by famous retired hookers. That street hooker basically relied on her pimp to take care of her every need, from housing, food, medical bills, and legal fees in the event of an arrest. It was the pimp’s responsibility to take care of that; that was a pimp’s creed back in the 60’s and 70’s. He took care of the hoe as long as she supplies the money. And again- it all goes back to how being a sex worker is not for a woman who is soft, weak, and dependent with issues like your average street hooker. So that’s why she gives a pimp all her money, She’s dependent.
Sadly enough the pimping game completely turned to shit around the 1980’s when crack cocaine was introduced. Instead of a hooker working to maintain herself, she was hooking to maintain her crack habit. And what you must understand is- once you start selling your pussy to support negative or destructive habits then you become what make this industry seedy and grimy to the outsiders. But if you sell your pussy to maintain your freedom and luxurious lifestyle, then your one step ahead in the game and Congratulations to you for being a success!
Much love
Obviously it was the older street hustlers who caught my attention because they were knowledgeable and gave valid points when discussing this issue of pimping and hoeing. Like one of the pimps said “You have to be in the game to understand it” and I FULLY agree. Although I don’t condone much of what a pimp stands for, I can honestly say that I totally understand their world and their struggles with pimping prostitutes.
If you don’t know, then I’m here to tell you. Sex workers can be some of the most hard headed, “know it all” bitches on the planet. You can take a sex worker with 2 successful months under her belt, and it’s like she becomes an instant expert on the game. You can’t tell the bitch nothing because she thinks she has it all figured out. This is where the pimp comes in and lets her know that she doesn’t know shit…YET!
Not to talk down on my fellow sex workers, but I can sometimes understand why a pimp would go upside a hookers head, especially when she’s given advice or instruction on how to be a better sex worker and completely disregards what is told to her. I see it all the time; females asking for advice but never listen or apply the advice given to her. Women are catty and emotional by nature, that’s just a fact, and no matter how much you bitch and moan about what I just said; you know it’s the truth. But then again, like I said you really do have to be on the inside to see it and understand where I’m coming from.
I know some of you may be asking yourself, how can a woman fuck on the streets then give all her money to a pimp? Well what you must understand is that street hookers didn’t have the luxury of “Hooker’s Internet support groups”, and “Hooking 101” books written by famous retired hookers. That street hooker basically relied on her pimp to take care of her every need, from housing, food, medical bills, and legal fees in the event of an arrest. It was the pimp’s responsibility to take care of that; that was a pimp’s creed back in the 60’s and 70’s. He took care of the hoe as long as she supplies the money. And again- it all goes back to how being a sex worker is not for a woman who is soft, weak, and dependent with issues like your average street hooker. So that’s why she gives a pimp all her money, She’s dependent.
Sadly enough the pimping game completely turned to shit around the 1980’s when crack cocaine was introduced. Instead of a hooker working to maintain herself, she was hooking to maintain her crack habit. And what you must understand is- once you start selling your pussy to support negative or destructive habits then you become what make this industry seedy and grimy to the outsiders. But if you sell your pussy to maintain your freedom and luxurious lifestyle, then your one step ahead in the game and Congratulations to you for being a success!
Much love
The Sacred Prostitute
(Madame de Pompadour 1721-1764)The longer I’m in this profession the more I become interested in Ancient civilizations views on sex, sexuality, and prostitution. Believe it or not ladies and gentlemen, prostitution was a sacred institution in ancient civilizations all the way up to the Victorian era. Even when you watch the old silent western movies from the 20’s and 30’s you’ll see that EVERYONE visited whore-houses and Brothels. From the Judges to the Mayor; everyone saw the whore house as a sort of recreational place to have a drink, a nice meal, and a whore. Even during the end of slavery and the reconstruction era, many female slaves turned to prostitution to earn a living. The one true thing that all female slaves knew about white slave owners was that they LOVED black pussy. Why do you think there were over a Million mulatto, quadroon, and octoroon slaves by the end of slavery?
I even read somewhere that slave owners would finance brothel houses ran by freed slaves. So Master was no longer able to take sex from slaves but desperately wanted that black pussy, so he would frequent the local black brothels to buy it. No one in those days referred to those women as abused because they chose prostitution as a profession. Those women were looked at as pioneers because they took something like sex and understood the magnitude to which some would go to get it, and made a fortune.
Then let’s not forget the courtesans of Victorian Era Europe, and how many of them gained access to certain privileges only given to royalty. In the Renaissance Era, courtesans played an important role in upper-class society, sometimes taking the place of wives at social functions. As it was customary during this time for royal couples to lead separate lives—commonly marrying simply to preserve bloodlines and to secure political alliances—men would often seek sexual gratification and companionship from a courtesan.
Only during the early 70’s was prostitution even documented negatively by mainstream media outlets such as movies and such. And sadly enough “Blacksploitation” films are some of the main reasons why prostitution began to get a negative view by society. Once women were put on the streets and in public view by black street pimps, it all went to hell in a hand basket.
Thank God I’m knowledgeable about the history of my chosen profession and the importance of prostitutes throughout history. Thank God for prostitutes like Madame de Pompadour who was so elegant and intelligent that the King at the Palace of Versailles would arrange for her to spend long weekends with him at the palace.
I owe so much of my success in this business to those women of the past, and can not show my gratitude enough.
THANK YOU AGAIN!
The Story of Madame C (The introduction)
Ok everyone; here is what's brewing in my writer's kitchen. I've been having the idea of a character in my mind for the last month or so, and have finally decided to put her on paper.
I would like to introduce you all to Madame C, who is a brothel owner in the south back in the late 1800's-1920.
I'm still debating if I'm going to turn this idea into a novella or just a short character study. Please take the time to read all the parts to this story because it's going to be VERY entertaining and intriguing.
My mind is on OVERLOAD right now.....
The Story of Madame C
By Erika Jones
The Introduction
The year was 1921, and the weather was a sweltering hot heap of a mess down here in the Louisiana swamp lands, but goddammit my brothel was the hottest ticket in town. Everybody who was anybody had strolled through these halls and had a taste of the finest black asses to ever walk across a plantation.
The girls were exhausted from working all night while the white men stumbled about the hallways drunk with laughter. This was the only place in the South where whites and blacks could co-exist in a peaceful manner, and not feel the strains of prejudice and separation.
The local voodoo priestess had just finished giving 4 bootleg abortions to some girls who had become "In the family way", and afterwards we sat and drank cold lemonade spiked with Gin.
Luckily for me, Tambo was a Voodoo priestess with a weakness for whiskey, so as a payment, I would simply give her an entire case of bathtub Gin and whiskey!
Tambo had been a friend to the family for over 50 years, and now well into her 80's she doesn't move about as fast as she used to, and I'm not sure if it's because of the whiskey or her age. She got the name Tambo from her late husband who was also heavily into voodoo, and would often use a Tambourine in her spells and rituals, hence the name Tambo.
Lord chile, that woman would shake that Tambourine over my girls when she thought they had a demon or was hexed and it would drive me absolutely crazy.
I myself was getting too old to be trying to keep up with these 20 and 30 year old gals. Hell, I'm 64 years old and I surely didn't want to be peddling pussy and bootleg liquor for the rest of my life. I've done it for 40 years already, and the girls today ain't nothing like the girls I managed back in the 1880's when I first began.
But I can't complain though. I've had a good life considering that I'm the daughter of slaves. Both my parents were Mulattos that could pass for white, and so could I, which benefited me greatly.
To my girls I was just another white woman who they only knew as Madame C. Only a select few knew my real name or that I had black blood pulsating through me veins.
Only a select few know anything about Madame Claudette Becquette, and that's how I liked it. I've participated in some of the worst activities known to man, so keeping my identity a secret is not only important, but my life and safety depends on it!
To be continued.......
I would like to introduce you all to Madame C, who is a brothel owner in the south back in the late 1800's-1920.
I'm still debating if I'm going to turn this idea into a novella or just a short character study. Please take the time to read all the parts to this story because it's going to be VERY entertaining and intriguing.
My mind is on OVERLOAD right now.....
The Story of Madame C
By Erika Jones
The Introduction
The year was 1921, and the weather was a sweltering hot heap of a mess down here in the Louisiana swamp lands, but goddammit my brothel was the hottest ticket in town. Everybody who was anybody had strolled through these halls and had a taste of the finest black asses to ever walk across a plantation.
The girls were exhausted from working all night while the white men stumbled about the hallways drunk with laughter. This was the only place in the South where whites and blacks could co-exist in a peaceful manner, and not feel the strains of prejudice and separation.
The local voodoo priestess had just finished giving 4 bootleg abortions to some girls who had become "In the family way", and afterwards we sat and drank cold lemonade spiked with Gin.
Luckily for me, Tambo was a Voodoo priestess with a weakness for whiskey, so as a payment, I would simply give her an entire case of bathtub Gin and whiskey!
Tambo had been a friend to the family for over 50 years, and now well into her 80's she doesn't move about as fast as she used to, and I'm not sure if it's because of the whiskey or her age. She got the name Tambo from her late husband who was also heavily into voodoo, and would often use a Tambourine in her spells and rituals, hence the name Tambo.
Lord chile, that woman would shake that Tambourine over my girls when she thought they had a demon or was hexed and it would drive me absolutely crazy.
I myself was getting too old to be trying to keep up with these 20 and 30 year old gals. Hell, I'm 64 years old and I surely didn't want to be peddling pussy and bootleg liquor for the rest of my life. I've done it for 40 years already, and the girls today ain't nothing like the girls I managed back in the 1880's when I first began.
But I can't complain though. I've had a good life considering that I'm the daughter of slaves. Both my parents were Mulattos that could pass for white, and so could I, which benefited me greatly.
To my girls I was just another white woman who they only knew as Madame C. Only a select few knew my real name or that I had black blood pulsating through me veins.
Only a select few know anything about Madame Claudette Becquette, and that's how I liked it. I've participated in some of the worst activities known to man, so keeping my identity a secret is not only important, but my life and safety depends on it!
To be continued.......
Beauty and the Priest (Part 2)
I’ve been in this industry long enough to no longer be surprised at the type of clientele that strolls though my front door. I’ve seen all types of men from Transvestites to Police officers, from Satanists to ex Klan members. As long as they give me the appropriate level of respect, I could care less about what they do in their spare time.
But nothing ever prepares you for when “Men of the cloth” call to book appointments. Two years ago I got an appointment request from man out of Baltimore; he completed my application with sheer perfection just the way I like it, every line was filled out completely. He gave me the number and websites of two providers that he patronizes out of Baltimore and DC, and Just as I always do I call both providers to check him out. The provider out of Baltimore immediately asked if he told me anything about himself, and I shrugged my shoulder and replied “only what’s listed on my request form”. She then says to me…”You do know that he’s a Priest right?
“Oh shit, he’s a Priest”, I asked?
“Yes, but he’s REALLY cool”, she said.
So armed with that knowledge I proceeded with getting everything in line for our future date. The day quicly came, and I cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed my carpet, lit incense and candles, and quickly jumped in the shower. All this time I’m nervous as hell as I’m getting dressed and trying to think of appropriate conversation topics. What do I talk about? Do I talk about Church, Do I talk about GOD? I kept saying to myself over and over…just be cool Erika.
So here I am pacing my living room floor, my palms were sweaty and shaking. I kept asking myself if this was a good idea.
Will I go to hell after doing this?
What will he be wearing?
Will he have on his Priest robe?
Every silly question kept popping in my mind.
Suddenly I hear a light tap on the door and I quickly gain my composure. Still nervous as hell, I answer the door with the biggest brightest smile.
“Erika”? He says.
“Yes”, come on in. I answered.
What stood before me was an unassuming gentleman with white hair and goatee dressed in a Rams sweatshirt and jeans. In one hand he had flowers and in the other my favorite red wine. I was relieved.
Needless to say the session was glorious as he took so much pride in making me feel as good has he did. I won’t go into great details, but you’re more then welcome to use your imagination.
Erika
But nothing ever prepares you for when “Men of the cloth” call to book appointments. Two years ago I got an appointment request from man out of Baltimore; he completed my application with sheer perfection just the way I like it, every line was filled out completely. He gave me the number and websites of two providers that he patronizes out of Baltimore and DC, and Just as I always do I call both providers to check him out. The provider out of Baltimore immediately asked if he told me anything about himself, and I shrugged my shoulder and replied “only what’s listed on my request form”. She then says to me…”You do know that he’s a Priest right?
“Oh shit, he’s a Priest”, I asked?
“Yes, but he’s REALLY cool”, she said.
So armed with that knowledge I proceeded with getting everything in line for our future date. The day quicly came, and I cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed my carpet, lit incense and candles, and quickly jumped in the shower. All this time I’m nervous as hell as I’m getting dressed and trying to think of appropriate conversation topics. What do I talk about? Do I talk about Church, Do I talk about GOD? I kept saying to myself over and over…just be cool Erika.
So here I am pacing my living room floor, my palms were sweaty and shaking. I kept asking myself if this was a good idea.
Will I go to hell after doing this?
What will he be wearing?
Will he have on his Priest robe?
Every silly question kept popping in my mind.
Suddenly I hear a light tap on the door and I quickly gain my composure. Still nervous as hell, I answer the door with the biggest brightest smile.
“Erika”? He says.
“Yes”, come on in. I answered.
What stood before me was an unassuming gentleman with white hair and goatee dressed in a Rams sweatshirt and jeans. In one hand he had flowers and in the other my favorite red wine. I was relieved.
Needless to say the session was glorious as he took so much pride in making me feel as good has he did. I won’t go into great details, but you’re more then welcome to use your imagination.
Erika
Can Hookers cure sexual deviance?
Although I’ve never claimed to be any sort of psychologist or expert on Human sexual behavior; I do believe that since I’m a Hooker and has spent a great deal of time discussing sexual issues with men, that I’m more than capable of giving a reliable hypotheses on the subject of sexual deviance such as pedophilia and bestiality.
I recently watched yet another disturbing documentary about bestiality and the sexual relationships that individuals have with their animals. How fucking disgusting is that shit? Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to kink or fetish, and have a great deal of respect for both if they stay within the realms of legality. But to make this situation even more ridiculous, there are several states that will allow individuals to have sexual contact with animals and in some states marry them. Yes, you heard right….marry! One guy in Missouri married his pony after a failed marriage with his wife. What the Fuck people?
After listening to each individual tell their stories of animal lust, I begin to notice similarities in their social and emotional behaviors. ALL of the individuals were either introverted, loners, or had some sort of sexual dysfunction with the opposite sex. The man that married his pony said that after his failed marriage, he attempted on numerous occasions to find women but was usually turned down. And the other sick bastard said that women would make him feel inferior and the only love he ever felt from a female was from his female horse. I literally got sick listening to him describe sexual acts with his pony and how they gazed into each other eyes after “making love”, My god!
This just proves how hookers are desperately needed in society. I believe that ALL men with low self-esteem or a sexual dysfunction should patronize non-street prostitutes. Once you understand the dynamics of our job and how we take pride in making our clients feel good about themselves then the step towards a prostitute should seem like a logic one.
Sadly enough, it always takes the media to paint our profession with a dirty paintbrush and not look at some of the great things that a hooker can contribute to the world of depression, loneliness, and anxiety. If more lonely men came to us, there would be less sexual deviants in the world and I firmly believe that!
I recently watched yet another disturbing documentary about bestiality and the sexual relationships that individuals have with their animals. How fucking disgusting is that shit? Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to kink or fetish, and have a great deal of respect for both if they stay within the realms of legality. But to make this situation even more ridiculous, there are several states that will allow individuals to have sexual contact with animals and in some states marry them. Yes, you heard right….marry! One guy in Missouri married his pony after a failed marriage with his wife. What the Fuck people?
After listening to each individual tell their stories of animal lust, I begin to notice similarities in their social and emotional behaviors. ALL of the individuals were either introverted, loners, or had some sort of sexual dysfunction with the opposite sex. The man that married his pony said that after his failed marriage, he attempted on numerous occasions to find women but was usually turned down. And the other sick bastard said that women would make him feel inferior and the only love he ever felt from a female was from his female horse. I literally got sick listening to him describe sexual acts with his pony and how they gazed into each other eyes after “making love”, My god!
This just proves how hookers are desperately needed in society. I believe that ALL men with low self-esteem or a sexual dysfunction should patronize non-street prostitutes. Once you understand the dynamics of our job and how we take pride in making our clients feel good about themselves then the step towards a prostitute should seem like a logic one.
Sadly enough, it always takes the media to paint our profession with a dirty paintbrush and not look at some of the great things that a hooker can contribute to the world of depression, loneliness, and anxiety. If more lonely men came to us, there would be less sexual deviants in the world and I firmly believe that!
The Lonely Hooker
I once heard the saying "As sad as a hooker on the Holidays", and I guess that's suggesting that ALL Escorts and Erotic Service providers are these lonely pathetic beings with no life and no one to love them. Although I am aware that this industry can be an isolating one that keeps the prospects for a regular relationship rather low, I am also aware that most providers are mothers and career woman, which hardly classifies them as lonely creatures.
Having studied psychology in college I learned that the feeling of loneliness is 70% in your head and the rest is usually a misplaced emotion due to boredom. Case in point- I watched a documentary last night on Jimmy Hendrix, and although he was constantly surrounded by people, fans, adulation, women, and his girlfriends; he often talked about how desperately lonely he was. This is the same for MANY celebrities, especially the ones with low self esteem.
As for the escort being lonely, it's usually based on the fact that she has no companionship. I NEVER give anyone that much control over my emotions, to where I'm whining about being lonely because I have no one to cook and clean up after besides my kid. OH NO! Now don't get me wrong gentlemen, this is not an attack on domestic living or anything, this is just me telling the world that I'll probably never be wife material, but at the same time I'll never be lonely either. In my case loneliness is not an option because I have a 7 year old son, a very close knit family, great clients, a good job, cool friends, and a relatively small amount of escorts that I keep in my inner circle. Not to mention all the projects that keeps me busy throughout the day. So hey, loneliness just isn't in my basic vocabulary.
I guess in the end this life isn't for everyone, especially those that have emotional issues to begin with. Put it this way: If you're an alcoholic, being an escort will make it worse; if you are a druggie, being an escort will make it worse; if you are depressive, a shopaholic, bipolar, have abandonment issues, or anything fucked up, being a whore will make it worse. If you are pretty well grounded, and have a strong head on your shoulders and keep busy, then you'll be fine. The loneliness will pass!
Erika
Having studied psychology in college I learned that the feeling of loneliness is 70% in your head and the rest is usually a misplaced emotion due to boredom. Case in point- I watched a documentary last night on Jimmy Hendrix, and although he was constantly surrounded by people, fans, adulation, women, and his girlfriends; he often talked about how desperately lonely he was. This is the same for MANY celebrities, especially the ones with low self esteem.
As for the escort being lonely, it's usually based on the fact that she has no companionship. I NEVER give anyone that much control over my emotions, to where I'm whining about being lonely because I have no one to cook and clean up after besides my kid. OH NO! Now don't get me wrong gentlemen, this is not an attack on domestic living or anything, this is just me telling the world that I'll probably never be wife material, but at the same time I'll never be lonely either. In my case loneliness is not an option because I have a 7 year old son, a very close knit family, great clients, a good job, cool friends, and a relatively small amount of escorts that I keep in my inner circle. Not to mention all the projects that keeps me busy throughout the day. So hey, loneliness just isn't in my basic vocabulary.
I guess in the end this life isn't for everyone, especially those that have emotional issues to begin with. Put it this way: If you're an alcoholic, being an escort will make it worse; if you are a druggie, being an escort will make it worse; if you are depressive, a shopaholic, bipolar, have abandonment issues, or anything fucked up, being a whore will make it worse. If you are pretty well grounded, and have a strong head on your shoulders and keep busy, then you'll be fine. The loneliness will pass!
Erika
Will the REAL Millionaire PLEASE STAND UP!
The one thing that I've learned in this industry over the years is that you can not judge a book by its cover, nor can you tell a client's financial situation based on his job title or what he's wearing. See, the media has us all screwed up when it comes to determining economics and success in this country. By Media standards the successful man, the millionaire man is some Lawyer, Doctor, CEO, Entertainer, Politician, or some Fortune 500 man in a business suit and a Rolex! But I beg to differ!
Let me introduce you to a few Millionaires and successful men that I know, and YES I got permission to use their likeness.
(Client #1)
I'll call client # 1 "Teddy". I first met Teddy 3 years ago and he's been a very good regular of mine ever since. He usually drives up from Springfield MO on his vintage Harley Davidson that he's worked on for a decade. He's a middle aged man, quiet, yet has the cutest country accent! He doesn't talk much about what he does for a living, which is a trait that MOST successful men have. He will on occasion go on about the frustrations of being the owner of a Tractor Dealership. See, Teddy is the owner of a successful Tractor sales company that caters to farmers and landscapers. He also has a repair shop for Tractors that need upkeep and repair. He says that Tractors and farm life is his business, and from what I've heard about farm life and landscaping, it's a busy life and a profitable one for the businesses that cater to it!
(Client #2)
I'll call client #2 "Johnny". If I were to go on dress style alone I would consider Johnny your average lower to middle class working gentleman, based on the fact that he always comes here wearing his janitor's uniform. He always excuses himself first to take a shower being that he just got off the job. He's cute, funny, articulate, and is the owner of janitorial company whose accounts include several apartment complexes, car dealerships, movie theaters, large churches, and a few business office complexes throughout St. Louis and Illinois. He usually drives his company vehicle, but on occasion would come over in his pick up truck which is a 2005 Chevy Silverado extended cab. He says he has a Lexus but his wife drives it mostly.
(Client #3)
This client is a client that I've had since the very beginning, and I've talked about him numerous times because he's my Porno Partner in crime "K". Whenever K comes to see me he usually has about 3 cell phones attached to his hip. Cell phone #1 for personal use, cell phone #2 for his company use, and Cell phone # 3 is a phone/inventory scanner. And man let me tell you, those phones ring constantly during sessions; all three of them. See, K is the owner of a successful pharmaceutical Deliver service, and he's an extremely hard worker, and I admire that about him!
The one thing that all these men have in common is they're undying thrive to be successful hardworking business owners. Whoever says that business owners just sit on their asses all day and give orders is hugely mistaken. I once had a guy tell me that when he becomes a millionaire he's not going to do anything but chill out and give orders. I guess some just don't realize the complexities of owning a business, and the others are just plain idiots!
Erika
Let me introduce you to a few Millionaires and successful men that I know, and YES I got permission to use their likeness.
(Client #1)
I'll call client # 1 "Teddy". I first met Teddy 3 years ago and he's been a very good regular of mine ever since. He usually drives up from Springfield MO on his vintage Harley Davidson that he's worked on for a decade. He's a middle aged man, quiet, yet has the cutest country accent! He doesn't talk much about what he does for a living, which is a trait that MOST successful men have. He will on occasion go on about the frustrations of being the owner of a Tractor Dealership. See, Teddy is the owner of a successful Tractor sales company that caters to farmers and landscapers. He also has a repair shop for Tractors that need upkeep and repair. He says that Tractors and farm life is his business, and from what I've heard about farm life and landscaping, it's a busy life and a profitable one for the businesses that cater to it!
(Client #2)
I'll call client #2 "Johnny". If I were to go on dress style alone I would consider Johnny your average lower to middle class working gentleman, based on the fact that he always comes here wearing his janitor's uniform. He always excuses himself first to take a shower being that he just got off the job. He's cute, funny, articulate, and is the owner of janitorial company whose accounts include several apartment complexes, car dealerships, movie theaters, large churches, and a few business office complexes throughout St. Louis and Illinois. He usually drives his company vehicle, but on occasion would come over in his pick up truck which is a 2005 Chevy Silverado extended cab. He says he has a Lexus but his wife drives it mostly.
(Client #3)
This client is a client that I've had since the very beginning, and I've talked about him numerous times because he's my Porno Partner in crime "K". Whenever K comes to see me he usually has about 3 cell phones attached to his hip. Cell phone #1 for personal use, cell phone #2 for his company use, and Cell phone # 3 is a phone/inventory scanner. And man let me tell you, those phones ring constantly during sessions; all three of them. See, K is the owner of a successful pharmaceutical Deliver service, and he's an extremely hard worker, and I admire that about him!
The one thing that all these men have in common is they're undying thrive to be successful hardworking business owners. Whoever says that business owners just sit on their asses all day and give orders is hugely mistaken. I once had a guy tell me that when he becomes a millionaire he's not going to do anything but chill out and give orders. I guess some just don't realize the complexities of owning a business, and the others are just plain idiots!
Erika
Reinventing yourself....
Change is good, no matter what people say, and even in the sex work industry change should be a considered process that all hookers look towards. Take some of the major celebrities over the years whose careers have flourished due to changes and re-inventing themselves, from Madonna to my all time favorite sex icon Josephine Baker. Both women have made reinventing themselves a major part of their professional persona's.
The same should be said about us sex workers. Changing our image from time to time should be something that we all consider in our careers. Now don't get me wrong, I don't necessarily mean changing your identity, and all of the hard work you've put into creating your current persona, but to change your look and modus operandi won't hurt you a bit, especially in this day in age when all of us working girls are starting to look and sound alike.
I've scanned hundreds of ads and websites from all over the Globe and besides the occasional pretty face and tight body, no one stands out! No one is taking any image risks. Where are all my Goth girls, Boyish femmes, punk rock, dread-locked, pierced, purple haired escorts? Are most girls too scared to step away from that "America's Next Top Model" look? Does every escort have to be your corset and lingerie wearing chick, with that ridiculous "I'm not an escort, I'm a Courtesan" attitude! B-O-R-I-N-G!
Give me a fun jungle chick with blue dreadlocks, facial piercings, a beautiful face and body, and I'm in hog heaven!
The same should be said about us sex workers. Changing our image from time to time should be something that we all consider in our careers. Now don't get me wrong, I don't necessarily mean changing your identity, and all of the hard work you've put into creating your current persona, but to change your look and modus operandi won't hurt you a bit, especially in this day in age when all of us working girls are starting to look and sound alike.
I've scanned hundreds of ads and websites from all over the Globe and besides the occasional pretty face and tight body, no one stands out! No one is taking any image risks. Where are all my Goth girls, Boyish femmes, punk rock, dread-locked, pierced, purple haired escorts? Are most girls too scared to step away from that "America's Next Top Model" look? Does every escort have to be your corset and lingerie wearing chick, with that ridiculous "I'm not an escort, I'm a Courtesan" attitude! B-O-R-I-N-G!
Give me a fun jungle chick with blue dreadlocks, facial piercings, a beautiful face and body, and I'm in hog heaven!
Are Hookers motivated by money?
I had a conversation recently with a very good regular of mine who said that he refuses to see escorts whose main motivation is money, and although I somewhat agree with his sentiment, I also have to wonder; why should it matter what motivates a hooker as long as she's providing top notch service to her clients.
Sometimes I feel like the men in this hobby live in a constant state of naivety. Like escorts do this for the love of sex and men! NO SIR! Although I love sex and my clients with all my heart, the fact of the matter is, it's the money that drives me!
Take Escort #1 for instance, and I'll call her "Amy"!
"Amy" is what I would consider a top notch provider. She practically starves herself thin so that she can maintain that youthful size 5 body that's made her successful in this industry. She spends countless hours in the gym, countless hours running, countless hours prepping for sessions, countless hours marketing, countless hours maintaining her website, and countless hours posting ads in hopes that she'll gain new business prospects. So do you actually think that she does all that just for the love of sex and men? NO. She does it for the dollars!
What people fail to realize is that this is a business.
This is not Match.com
This is not eHarmony.com
This is not Singles.net
This is If-you-wanna-fuck-me-you-gotta-pay-me.com
We are WHORES, and you men know this from the very start! As my girl Ciara said: We are GFE (Girl friend Experience) NOT (Girl friend for Eternity)
If you've ever been with a provider who "acted" money hungry, then you just got bad service that's all. ALL escorts should be motivated by money but at the same time provide good service. It's that motivation that keeps the escorts reliable and good service providers.
In the end its best that we have the understanding that the transaction is bound to happen. You come to me for a service, I provide that service to the best of my ability, and then I get paid for it.
Everyone gets what they want and no one feels cheated. Catch my drift? Good!
Erika
Sometimes I feel like the men in this hobby live in a constant state of naivety. Like escorts do this for the love of sex and men! NO SIR! Although I love sex and my clients with all my heart, the fact of the matter is, it's the money that drives me!
Take Escort #1 for instance, and I'll call her "Amy"!
"Amy" is what I would consider a top notch provider. She practically starves herself thin so that she can maintain that youthful size 5 body that's made her successful in this industry. She spends countless hours in the gym, countless hours running, countless hours prepping for sessions, countless hours marketing, countless hours maintaining her website, and countless hours posting ads in hopes that she'll gain new business prospects. So do you actually think that she does all that just for the love of sex and men? NO. She does it for the dollars!
What people fail to realize is that this is a business.
This is not Match.com
This is not eHarmony.com
This is not Singles.net
This is If-you-wanna-fuck-me-you-gotta-pay-me.com
We are WHORES, and you men know this from the very start! As my girl Ciara said: We are GFE (Girl friend Experience) NOT (Girl friend for Eternity)
If you've ever been with a provider who "acted" money hungry, then you just got bad service that's all. ALL escorts should be motivated by money but at the same time provide good service. It's that motivation that keeps the escorts reliable and good service providers.
In the end its best that we have the understanding that the transaction is bound to happen. You come to me for a service, I provide that service to the best of my ability, and then I get paid for it.
Everyone gets what they want and no one feels cheated. Catch my drift? Good!
Erika
Is Interracial sex that much of a taboo?
I remember my very first interracial experience like it was yesterday. From the smell of his cologne to the creases in his pants; every little minute detail still echoes fresh in my mind. I was 16 at the time, and he had to be somewhere around 45, I'm not for certain about his age but he had the waviest salt and peppered colored hair which made me believe that he was around 40 something. He was my English Comp teacher in High school, and YES I am aware that he breached the teacher/student relationship decency code, but I feel that since I was a VERY willing participant, that I was as much at fault as he was.But I digress...
The one thing that I remember most about this experience was the excitement of having sex with someone whom I thought was "different" than I was. Everything about him was my polar opposite. And although many will argue that blacks and whites are not that different, the truth is, biologically WE ARE! From our DNA structure, bone structure, hair follicles, to the amount of Melanin in the skin to create color, we're just biologically made different and that's ok.
As we lay there together I remember admiring the contrasts in our skin colors. The way his milky skin flushed away next to my deep brown skin tone. The way my brown skin glistened as our bodies intertwined. He laid there admiring how different our hair's curled. His hair soft and wavy and mine was thick and kinky. He admired my brown skin; he caressed my kinky hair and loving those very things that made us different. I loved how he studied my body as if I were getting an autopsy. The way he ran his finger thought my pubic hairs; gently curling them around his fingers! I could see the awe in his eyes yet he never uttered a word. That awe that he felt for me was more erotic than his foreplay. The way we looked at each other, held each other. The way his saliva tasted in my mouth...I remember it all!
He laid there on top of me but didn't go for round two, and my body just melted away while my finger tips caressed the smalls of his back and butt. His body was wet with perspiration and warm to the touch.
At that very moment I knew that I had just entered a world that was not new but yet STILL a taboo for some. Although interracial sex has been around since the beginning of time, there are still those social stigmas associated with race and culture.
From the Roman invasions of ancient Africa, to the southern plantations of Louisiana; we have coexisted sexually on this planet for eons yet it still remains a fascination and taboo for many!
I still feel an air of excitement with my Caucasian clients because the skin color fetish still exists for me at least. I still feel as if I'm sailing on forbidden waters, sleeping with the enemy so to speak, and I find that feeling wildly erotic
Beauty and the Priest.
There was a thread on one of the local message boards some time ago asking sex workers would they see Priests, Rabbi's, and Pastor's as clients. Most of the ladies were indecisive and some just came right out and said NO. One girl even talked about how she stood up a client who was a Pastor because she felt that he would judge her, but the likelihood of a client in that profession judging you is VERY slim. Practically non-existent!Let's just be honest here for a second. An escort has probably served at least a handful of "Church men" without ever knowing it. The fact is, most church men won't tell you what they are because they are just as afraid of you judging them.
Church men are usually the best types of clients to have because they don't want any problems. They want the sexual transaction to be as smooth as possible, and so do we.
I will admit that there is that small element of eroticism in knowing that I'm getting ready to get down and dirty with a "Godly man", but one must remember that these men are just that......MEN. Regular guys so to speak. It's better to just look at the church thing as their profession, just as we consider fucking to be ours.
I personally don't have any hang ups with "church men" being clients. As a matter of fact, I encourage it. They seem to have all the money these days! LOL
Calling a Hooker (Etiquette 101)
In light of the recent arrests and attacks on my fellow hookers by Fucktards and Law officials who obviously took the day off from doughnut shopping to arrest working girls. I have compiled a few helpful etiquette tips for men to follow in order to avoid being labeled a "cretin" by my fellow sex workers.
Ever since I started listing my telephone number in my ads I began getting men callers with absolutely NO etiquette what so ever. And although I appreciate each and every call that comes my way, I really do wish you men would put fourth the basic effort of good manners that was taught to you by your mothers, fathers, and grandmothers.
*So let's get down to business*
First things first- PLEASE do not call us with the intent to talk dirty with us. We have no desire to sit there and entertain your fantasies over the phone. If you want to talk dirty over the phone then let me kindly give you my "niteflirt" number so we can have at it. My time and patience is way too limited for this kind of thing. Not to mention, it's illegal and a sure fire way to get you arrested, and nothing says un-sexy like those orange jumpsuits, bologna sandwiches, and ink stained fingers. Catch my drift? Be smart and save all the dirty talking for your 1on1 time with the lady.
Be sure to introduce yourself when you call her, don't just start off by saying "Are you working tonight"? How rude! Being as polite as possible on the phone will set the tone for how a hooker will treat you when she meets you. If you sound like trash over the phone, then be ready to bring garbage bags because she's going to fill it with her trashy attitude.
Keep in mind that a hooker can not disclose her services or rates over the phone with you, so whining and copping attitude won't help your situation. Before you even consider dialing her number you should have already read her entire site.
If you call to ask about rates...you haven't read the site.
If you call to ask about services...you haven't read the site.
If you call to ask about my location...you haven't read the site.
Im aware that reading websites in its entirety is time consuming, but so is creating and maintaining them.
Wanna know what's REALLY time-consuming? Finding lawyers and having to explain a prostitution arrest to our families.
Now that my friend is time consuming!
Ever since I started listing my telephone number in my ads I began getting men callers with absolutely NO etiquette what so ever. And although I appreciate each and every call that comes my way, I really do wish you men would put fourth the basic effort of good manners that was taught to you by your mothers, fathers, and grandmothers.
*So let's get down to business*
First things first- PLEASE do not call us with the intent to talk dirty with us. We have no desire to sit there and entertain your fantasies over the phone. If you want to talk dirty over the phone then let me kindly give you my "niteflirt" number so we can have at it. My time and patience is way too limited for this kind of thing. Not to mention, it's illegal and a sure fire way to get you arrested, and nothing says un-sexy like those orange jumpsuits, bologna sandwiches, and ink stained fingers. Catch my drift? Be smart and save all the dirty talking for your 1on1 time with the lady.
Be sure to introduce yourself when you call her, don't just start off by saying "Are you working tonight"? How rude! Being as polite as possible on the phone will set the tone for how a hooker will treat you when she meets you. If you sound like trash over the phone, then be ready to bring garbage bags because she's going to fill it with her trashy attitude.
Keep in mind that a hooker can not disclose her services or rates over the phone with you, so whining and copping attitude won't help your situation. Before you even consider dialing her number you should have already read her entire site.
If you call to ask about rates...you haven't read the site.
If you call to ask about services...you haven't read the site.
If you call to ask about my location...you haven't read the site.
Im aware that reading websites in its entirety is time consuming, but so is creating and maintaining them.
Wanna know what's REALLY time-consuming? Finding lawyers and having to explain a prostitution arrest to our families.
Now that my friend is time consuming!
Letting go of a good regular client
If you've been in this industry for any length of time, then you've experienced the unfortunate experience of loosing a good client. And although the reasons may go largely unknown, it is still none the less a humbling experience. These experiences alone are some of the reasons why I keep my emotional attachments to clients at a minimum. Now don't get me wrong, this is not to suggest that I'm cold or distant to my men because that will NEVER be an option that I'll consider, but at the same time having to remember that most of my clients are married men who may not be available on a consistent basis. But when you have a regular client with whom you see on a regular basis then all of a sudden he disappears, it always leave you scratching your head in Wonderment.
Take a past good regular of mine for instance; I'll call him "Steve". Steve had been a regular of mine for about a year and a half. He'd come and see me at least once a week, then afterwards we go to Bandana's BBQ and share a slab of ribs. He was an amazingly generous person who showered me with gifts every chance he got. I even bought him an expensive watch for his birthday that he absolutely ADORED. I've shared just about everything about my personal life with him, from my parent's 30 year marriage, to my finances. He knew everything there was to know about me....the real me.
And just like most of my clients, he constantly showered me with compliments which meant more to me than the gifts. He'd email me at least once a week to keep me updated on the progress of his daughter who was trying to adopt a baby with her husband. Every triumph for his family was like a triumph for me. He was so looking forward to being a grandpa and listening to him go on about the possibilities really brought me joy.
Then one day I get a referral request from another escort that he wanted to go see. And although a little bit of me was slightly heartbroken, I gave my approval with a smile. A week after he'd seen the escort I gave the approval to, he called and said how much he missed me and he'll see me soon. That was the last I'd heard or seen of him, and that was well over a year ago.
I've never been a naive nor jealous woman, but one has to wonder about the complexities of "friendships" in this industry. Are they true, can they be seen as a reliable source of camaraderie? Or should I just view my clients as just that, clients. It's a really tough call because so many of my clients make such a good impression on me, that it's hard for me not to feel the slightest bit of affection for them.
I guess in the end it's much better to have had great memories of a past client, then to not have any at all.
Erika
Take a past good regular of mine for instance; I'll call him "Steve". Steve had been a regular of mine for about a year and a half. He'd come and see me at least once a week, then afterwards we go to Bandana's BBQ and share a slab of ribs. He was an amazingly generous person who showered me with gifts every chance he got. I even bought him an expensive watch for his birthday that he absolutely ADORED. I've shared just about everything about my personal life with him, from my parent's 30 year marriage, to my finances. He knew everything there was to know about me....the real me.
And just like most of my clients, he constantly showered me with compliments which meant more to me than the gifts. He'd email me at least once a week to keep me updated on the progress of his daughter who was trying to adopt a baby with her husband. Every triumph for his family was like a triumph for me. He was so looking forward to being a grandpa and listening to him go on about the possibilities really brought me joy.
Then one day I get a referral request from another escort that he wanted to go see. And although a little bit of me was slightly heartbroken, I gave my approval with a smile. A week after he'd seen the escort I gave the approval to, he called and said how much he missed me and he'll see me soon. That was the last I'd heard or seen of him, and that was well over a year ago.
I've never been a naive nor jealous woman, but one has to wonder about the complexities of "friendships" in this industry. Are they true, can they be seen as a reliable source of camaraderie? Or should I just view my clients as just that, clients. It's a really tough call because so many of my clients make such a good impression on me, that it's hard for me not to feel the slightest bit of affection for them.
I guess in the end it's much better to have had great memories of a past client, then to not have any at all.
Erika
The Lusty Chick
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