Thursday, July 9, 2009

Bringing New Meaning to 'Bad Day on the Job'.

Sexual incompatibility- it happens to everyone.

It happens with guys you date, and I understand at some point it happens to every working girl with a client. It stands to reason when you have sex with different men, not every one is going to be your type, or you theirs.

Knowing that doesn't make it any easier when it happens to you.

I had a appointment scheduled with "M." today at 3pm. I should have known things were going to go downhill when he emailed and asked could we change it to 7. I couldn't make 7 for personal reasons, but we arranged to meet at 8. Then 50 minutes beforehand he asks can I be there earlier, because he's getting tired. What do you say to that? I told him unfortunately no, and he tells me call him when I am ten minutes away.

I get to the hotel, and find he is not at all what I expected for his age. Late 50's, but well-maintained, and quite tan. Quite handsome actually. He paid up front, and we sat talking for a couple of minutes on the bed.

Out of nowhere he reached his hand behind my head and bent me over to kiss him. Not the usual natural progression I'm used to, but everyone is different and you have to start somewhere.

We kissed a bit, and then he wanted me to go down on him. He was surprisingly well-endowed, and where oral is concerned, that's not always a good thing. He seemed to want me to take more of it in than I was actually capable of, and when I couldn't, he settled for thrusting his hips upwards at my face like assaulting my tonsils would make them magically retreat. He then asked me to suck his balls. Not an unusual request, but usually made by men who actually shave them.

I hate to break it to the men of the world, but a mouthful of hairy nut sack is like sucking on a tennis ball wrapped in a dust bunny.

The awkwardness was furthered when in his southern drawl he told me to "lick your fingers and rub mah buuutttt." I thought I was going to lose it, but laughing with a mouth full of penis is just not proper escort etiquette, no matter how ridiculous the situation.

At this point he seemed to be having a little bit of trouble maintaining his erection, an he asked me to finish him off orally.

I did, and next thing I know, it was like a fire drill had gone off. He started to get dressed, as I sat there on the bed in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, cum dripping down my chest, wondering what was going on.

He mumbled something about being tired, said it was nice to meet me, and left. The entire session had not lasted a full 30 minutes, and he had paid for an hour.

Did I miss something here?

I have never had a client not enjoy the service, and I have certainly never had one leave without, ya know, actually having sex with me. I have always taken pride in making my clients happy, and truthfully this is nagging at me.

I broke a rule when I got home, and emailed him. (Big no-no usually, never contact a client.) I kept it light, saying I wanted to make sure he was ok, and asked had I done something wrong. I don't honestly expect a reply.

We all have bad days on the job, but this just takes it to a whole new level.

On a good note, I just got an email..Possible new client on Saturday. Cross fingers!


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