Hookers and Secret Service Men! One Big Dysfunctional Family

We All know that Prostitutes and Politics go Hand in Hand....


I was asked by one of my readers to do a commentary on my feelings about the Prostitution scandal with the Secret Service men Down in Colombia, and I really can’t say that I have much of an opinion.  I’ve read several articles about the misconduct, and the story seems to change so frequently; and when I start to read several different versions that are completely different, I start to loose interest because more than likely 90% of both stories are lies.

Most accurate version I heard was….

The price was $60.00 US for the High Priced Escorts, and the Secret Service guy got the bright idea of paying $30.00 each, instead of $120.00 for the two.

But what ultimately fucked these guys up was the hotel employee noticed the Escort's ID was still at the front desk at 7 a.m., which is a violation of the hotel policy on overnight guests. The manager went to the agent’s room where the woman had spent the night and saw the two inside arguing. The Escort said that the agent owed her money, but he said that he didn’t have to pay her. And since prostitution is a legal business in that particular part of Colombia, his actions becomes theft.

He eventually forked over the money and the situation was resolved. But the cops were called and they filed a report, which was sent to the US Embassy.

Prostitution is legal in much of Colombia inside “tolerance zones” controlled by police. The going rate for hookers in Cartagena is around $47.00, according to Colombian TV.

So in the end, these men were brought down by a cheap asshole who didn’t want to pay the escort’s already incredibly low $47.00-$60.00 rate. 


That sounds pretty accurate to me!

*Sigh*

Pussy Eating Challenge 2012

I did a little comparison testing with pussy eating styles between men and Women back in 2010. And women won Hands down. I see women are still in the lead too.


Now I'm no lesbian but DAMN..... this chick was eating pussy like there's no tomorrow. GET IT GIRL!

I still think about you and I hope your doing well. This song reminds me of you.

You can’t fake a “Square life”…..the Hooker always surfaces.

I’ve been on this “Square life Mission” lately to meet a nice guy and settle down like a normal chick.  Just seems like the proper thing to do since I’m not getting any younger.  The problem with settling down after spending 10 years hustling and selling sex is finding the right guy who’s worth the time. 

Now I have to reprogram my mind into NOT putting every man that I meet into a “Trick” or “Client” category, and that’s hard to do when clients and tricks have been the only stable male companions in my life.  As fucked up as that sounds, this game has been the one thing that I can rely on 100% besides my family.  I may get frustrated with my clients, but they never abandon me. It’s the best relationships in my opinion. When I Bitch and complain they listen and try to make things right. But ultimately in the end, they go home to their wives and lovers and I’m left alone. It’s the “square” companionship that I crave. Like Etta James’s song says; “I want a love that last past Saturday night”.

Although I’m a hooker, I really am normal.  I want the whole picket fence life; a husband, 2 1/2 kids, and a dog. But to get that sort of life means hiding who I REALLY am.  I’m a good woman though; a fabulous human being with a big heart. So if there’s anyone out there who deserves a good man in her life, it’s ME.

But I’ve come to the realization that a good man who’s going to love me forever probably isn’t going to find me on Backpage, TER, and Bigdoggie. I’m not saying that square chicks have it any better because they get cheated on, dogged out, used and abused also, but their chances of finding a good man seems better than mine.  Guys who read my blog may be fascinated with me through my writings, but in the end I’m still the hooker, and most men can’t separate the hooker from “Erika”.  And for my sake the hooker MUST be separated from “Erika”.

But this is where things get complicated because as much as I crave that square life, I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a Hooker.  I LOVE the luxuries that hooking has afforded me in the past, I miss the freedom, I miss the men, and I miss my OLD life.  Just talking about escorting gives me so much energy and excitement, and I’ll never 100% abandon it. I may physically stop Escorting like now, but I’ll always blog, talk, and discuss the industry because it’s such a major part of who I am. And I make NO apologies for that!

Vulgar Sexual Lyrics in the 1930's

Our elders often complain that our music today is vulgar and over Sexualized.  


Well Granny ain't heard this shit cause this is JUST as bad, maybe worse, and it's the 1930's.  LOVE IT!!

 

1930's song about being a Hooker "Tricks ain't walking no more" Lucille Bogan

Historical St. Louis Madame and Brothel Owner Babe Connors (1856-1918 )

Chestnut Street Circa 1900

Babe (1856-1918) was a plump, bronze-skinned lady of mixed blood who stood 5 ft. 7 in. tall and usually weighed in at around 165 lb. By the time she had opened her first famous parlor house at 210 South Street in St. Louis,Missouri (about 1890), she was in her mid-30s--an outgoing, fun-loving businesswoman who liked to dress elegantly (complete with feather boa and parasol) while taking drives in her open carriage through fashionable Forest Park, where her diamonds outshone the sun. Her Houses: 


"The Castle" on Sixth Street was a three-story structure of white-painted bricks. It was abandoned in 1898 for a "double house" in the new red-light district on Chestnut Street. Called "The Palace," this building featured the finest of rugs, tapestries, and objects d'art. Inside were a number of $250 crystal chandeliers and at least a dozen fair-skinned octoroons, who sometimes danced in nothing but their stockings. 


Although the decor and the ladies were elegant, Missouri segregationist attitudes kept the prices low in a "mixed house," and a quick sprint upstairs could be obtained for as little as $5. Longer, more elaborate sessions were four to five times that. Babe Connors was also famous for shows in which the most beautiful of her girls--attired in evening gowns but wearing nothing in the way of underclothes--would dance on a huge mirror. 


Before her death, Babe was converted to Catholicism by Harry Bridgewater, a St. Louis saloonkeeper. She was buried in St. Theresa's Cemetery.

Soul Song about Prostitution! Olivia

You know how you hear a song when you're young and it means absolutely NOTHING to you. Then when you get older and actually listen to the words, there's a message. 


Well this Soul Song by the Whispers called "Olivia" is about a Prostitute. It took a LONG time to Actually admit that I LOVE this song! It always sounded like they were chastising her for being a prostitute, but actually it's a song about concern for her and not Judgement.

Working a 9-5 after 10 years of Hustling!

I know you guys have been wondering where I disappeared to, and am I still escorting?  Well the quick answer is NO.  The industry has totally changed for the worse, and 2010-2011 hit me REAL HARD.  Before I risk loosing everything I had, I was forced to make a decision. It was time for my ass to get a job. A Real Job!

I haven't had a full time job in 10 years. I've sat on my ass for the past 10 years doing this escorting thing and occasionally working a hospital temp job. Some of you were here when I was on top of my game, chilling in France with tons of money and time. Well those days are gone..... LONG gone!

But I'm not an idiot, so I have been honing my medical Industry skills so that I can actually maintain a career that can't be outsourced. Having an in demand skill is the ONLY way a black chick with a 10 year gap in her resume and work history is going to get back in the legitimate "living wage" career path. And Right now, they're passing out jobs like candy because they don't have enough people trained in this particular field.

And from what I been hearing in the world of escorting, MANY escorts are taking the same 9-5 route to keep from becoming broke.  I think my mistake was not charging enough and allowing my clients to pay WAY less than I deserve.  Most of my regular clients are so conditioned to paying $100 and less; giving me more money would almost seem like a rip off to them.  But the overall experience was starting to feel cheapened, so I left.

Regular clients started requesting last minute appointments (15 mins) then cancel 3 minutes before they are due to arrive.  Regular clients started shorting me cash $10 here $20 there, because they know I take the payment after the service.  All of these mishaps were from REGULAR CLIENTS....... NOT strangers.

Last guy who scheduled an appointment with me back in December gave me $60 for 20 minutes of TERRIBLE sex, and on that day I decided that was the last appointment I would ever take.  I'm not really looking forward to returning to escorting this time because the desire has diminished greatly. Men calling and texting with vulgar messages all day, making little to no money, having weird and paranoid clients constantly asking if I'm clean........I DON'T MISS THAT SHIT AT ALL!

I do miss the days were the men were generous, and the time spent with them felt like a sensual rendezvous. If I can't get back to those days, I may never return.

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Later Gators!