Strategy of the escort - getting it wrong and right

So, as you might guess, us rentboys do try to do some preliminary research. In order for a client to contact me he must reveal either an email address and often a phone number too. The power of Google is great, and sometimes you can find out all you need to know. My preferred clients are older married business exec types. I have nothing against gay men but the ones that seek out escorts sometimes do it for the wrong reasons. I'm looking for straight-laced guys that need to bust a nut, not party guys looking for edgy, risky stuff.

Client number one contacted me via text. I googled his number which had previously been attached to a law firm. I became convinced he was a hot high-power lawyer. So convinced, I agreed to meet him without having a phone conversation. I normally speak to someone before agreeing to meet. I thought this guy was going to be fun. Fuck google. This guy was a freak, I should have known by the less than glamorous hotel that I made a mistake in my research. His hotel door was open and he was watching porn. The room was dark otherwise, couldn't make him out at first. As soon as he opened his mouth I knew I'd made a mistake. If you've seen the Dallas Buyers Club, this guy looked like he belonged in certain scenes. So bad, in fact that I turned right around a left the room. I figured there was nothing much to say so I just left. It's not an enforceable contract. He did follow, but he stopped half-way down the corridor. I think he just wanted to freak me out, and freak me out he did. I think I was doing 60 by before I even left the parking lot. I'm pretty sure I would have made my realization sooner if I had insisted on a phone call. Bad judgement...bad. Lesson learned though.

Client number 2 was a different story. I did research him correctly. Married exec in the pharmaceutical industry. Short chubby, shy, endearing. My 'type'...lol. I like 'em like that. He was very enthusiastic about my body. He seemed to like everything about me. He was determined to 'last' but of course he couldn't ... so I jerked off for him after he caught his breath and he caressed my body as he watched. It was very enjoyable, he's going to be a repeat client.

Preamble

The persona of the prostitute is something that I have secretly revered for most of my adult life. Of course, it is not something that I would publicly admit too. I'm not a true exhibitionist in that sense, I dabble in my perverted calling from under the protective shroud of anonymity. More than this, however, I revel in it. I love it. I think I was born for it.

I cannot say that I entered this old and venerable profession based on need. There is no sob story, no childhood abuse, no drug addiction, no financial hardship. Indeed, I'm gainfully employed with decent health insurance, a comfortable apartment and a nice car. I'm a tourist.

The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture.

CAMILLE PAGLIA, Vamps and Tramps

Prostitution is not a state of abjection for me. Fore some, I'm sure it is, but for me it's more like a state of elation. I enjoy the sex, I enjoy the money, I enjoy the whole experience. My clients respond to this. Some refuse to believe that I am not reliant on "the little blue pill" to perform, but I am not. Prostitution itself is my "little blue pill". Some of the most exhilarating sex I have have ever had has been with clients.

Of course, I do pick and choose. I reject as much as 50% of the potential clients that contact me. All men of course. I do not sleep with women. My vetting process works well, I think, for myself and my clients alike. Everyone is looking for a match after all. This is all done online, that's the beauty of the Internet, it streamlines and accelerates communication of all kinds. It's wonderfully efficient. It's my vital link to the men that pay me upwards of $400 per hour to have sex with them.

As a matter of professionalism, I will endeavor to conceal the identity of my clients. All accounts published here will reflect real events, real encounters between myself and my clients.