Crushing on a client is so very weird
Oh, what a night. Readers, I'm not sure if I can quite capture the hot insanity of my first date since Chad. But let me try.
Mike and I had arranged a date for Friday evening around 9 or 10 p.m. He invited me out for drinks beforehand, but I declined as I always do for unpaid activities such as that. By 11, Mike still hadn't called and I was quite annoyed, having chucked all plans for the evening only to be stood up. However, at 1:00 in the morning, my phone chirped with the sound of an incoming text message. It was from Mike. Can we still meet? I responded no, but wished him a nice evening. He texted me back immediately, asking why not. I don't tend to make a habit of rescheduling with people who don't call and ruin my plans for the evening, I wrote back. He texted me back, promising to make it "worth [my] while." I asked him for specifics and he wrote me back. But in my half-asleep stupor, I thought he offered me twice as much money. Later, I went back and saw that Mike had instead promised me at least two orgasms. Whoops!
I threw on some clothes and makeup and headed out the door. Mike lives about 45 minutes from me, but I did it in 30 because there was no traffic on the road. I got to his house at about 2:00. I called him to let him know that I was there and he informed me that he'd be there in 20 minutes. He was at a club with friends and told me that he was going to call a cab. That was quite an underestimate, however, because it wasn't until almost an hour later that Mike finally showed up. I was livid and wanted to leave, but I also didn't want to not collect my money.
Mike climbed out of the cab and another guy trailed behind him. I was shocked. Mike was incredibly handsome. Think Freddie Prinze Jr., only not so pretty-boy. I was intrigued. However, when he stepped aside, I saw that his friend had a trail of fresh puke all over the front of his peacoat. He was stumbling drunk. Mike apologized for his drunk friend and promised that he would put him to bed immediately. We got inside his apartment and I sat on the couch while Mike tried to get the friend to sleep in his bed so that him and I could do what I came for. The friend kept on asking who I was and why I was there.
Finally, Mike got his friend into bed. He went over to his kitchen counter and to my shock, he did a nosefull of coke. I thought about saying something, but I decided not to. Mike asked me how we should proceed and I indicated that I needed payment first. We need to go to the ATM, then, he said. I was getting even more annoyed at this point, but I wanted my money and I'm also a sucker for cuteness. I drove Mike to the ATM and he asked me lots of questions about my career as a sex worker. He seemed incredibly fascinated. I also didn't mind answering his questions, since I'd rather talk about the business than where I grew up or what my day job is like.
We got back to his place and the friend was still wandering around. Again, Mike shooed him to his bedroom, but the friend was drunk and wasn't listening very well. After a bit, he finally went into the bedroom and Mike and I got started. I had mentally decided that since he was really cute that I was going to try and enjoy the sex for real and not just because I was getting paid.
Bare-chested, I began to cover his chest and stomach and collarbone with kisses. Slowly, I moved up and we began to kiss. I didn't mind his kissing style, but I wasn't turned on. Mike was in love with my large breasts and played with them frequently, sucking on one nipple while tweaking the other. I took down his jeans and he was soft. However, after some stroking and licking, his cock was fully erect. It was nicely shaped and maybe slightly above average in size. I began to go down on Mike and all of a sudden, the friend walked into the room and started giggling. Mike immediately went soft and yelled at him again to go back to the bedroom and apologized to me profusely for his friend's bad behavior. He did another line of coke and then we began again.
This time, however, Mike could not get hard. No matter how much lube, licking or sucking I ministrated, his cock stayed small and soft, which I'm sure had lots to do with all the alcohol and coke he had consumed. I reassured him that having a friend interrupt me would turn me off instantly as well, but he was quite frustrated. He then decided to fuck me with his hands, which I enjoyed at first because he found my g-spot right away. I really wanted to enjoy the sensation of being fucked by a very handsome man, but I found myself having all sorts of body image issues. So here he is, this traditionally attractive 30-year old dude with a perfect body and me, the fleshy girl with rolls and cellulite. Even though I knew he found me attractive, I couldn't help but feel really uncomfortable in my own skin.
Mike continued to fuck me with his hand until he remembered that he owned a toy. He brought out a short and fat g-spot vibrator. Before he fucked me with it, though, he did another line of coke and poured a tiny bit on my nipple, which he then licked off. Strange, huh? I think he was trying to be glamorous and decadent, but as my friend said, "I think he maybe just read too many Harold Robbins novels." I told Mike to turn the vibrator on high and fuck me hard. That he did. So much that the lube began to wear off and I began to get sore. So since we had used nearly all of my lube trying to get him hard, I faked a convincing orgasm even though he had begged me earlier not to fake it. I was sure that I wasn't going to be able to get him hard, so I thought it'd be some consolation that I had "come."
My predictions were right. We tried for another several minutes, but Mike's cock was as limp as ever. I think he just got too frustrated and stressed about his friend being there and about the pressure to perform, you know? I felt bad that he had just paid me several hundred dollars and hadn't gotten an orgasm, but there wasn't much I could do. Plus, although I didn't have a clock handy, I knew it had been over an hour since we had started. To my chagrin, when I got to my car, it was past 5:00 a.m.! I had been there for over two hours and had only gotten paid for one. But I knew that after not having an orgasm, Mike wasn't going to pay me double. So I drove home without protest (see what I mean about making exceptions for cuteness?).
Now, several days later, I find myself in an odd predicament. Throughout the session, Mike kept on telling me that he wanted to do this again, to which I agreed. I sent him a thank you email on Sunday, as I do for all my clients after our first session, but I haven't received a reply. Despite his bad behavior and the fact that he's kind of a cocky jerk, I think I've developed a sort of crush on Mike. It doesn't mean that I'd see him for free, but I think my feelings might get a little hurt if I never hear from him again.
Now, I'm left wondering how often this happens to other sex workers, or if this even happens at all. It just feels weird that I, a freaky fat queer sex worker, has a crush on a straight white frat-boy type. My only current thought is that the Universe really does have quite a sense of humor.
Mike and I had arranged a date for Friday evening around 9 or 10 p.m. He invited me out for drinks beforehand, but I declined as I always do for unpaid activities such as that. By 11, Mike still hadn't called and I was quite annoyed, having chucked all plans for the evening only to be stood up. However, at 1:00 in the morning, my phone chirped with the sound of an incoming text message. It was from Mike. Can we still meet? I responded no, but wished him a nice evening. He texted me back immediately, asking why not. I don't tend to make a habit of rescheduling with people who don't call and ruin my plans for the evening, I wrote back. He texted me back, promising to make it "worth [my] while." I asked him for specifics and he wrote me back. But in my half-asleep stupor, I thought he offered me twice as much money. Later, I went back and saw that Mike had instead promised me at least two orgasms. Whoops!
I threw on some clothes and makeup and headed out the door. Mike lives about 45 minutes from me, but I did it in 30 because there was no traffic on the road. I got to his house at about 2:00. I called him to let him know that I was there and he informed me that he'd be there in 20 minutes. He was at a club with friends and told me that he was going to call a cab. That was quite an underestimate, however, because it wasn't until almost an hour later that Mike finally showed up. I was livid and wanted to leave, but I also didn't want to not collect my money.
Mike climbed out of the cab and another guy trailed behind him. I was shocked. Mike was incredibly handsome. Think Freddie Prinze Jr., only not so pretty-boy. I was intrigued. However, when he stepped aside, I saw that his friend had a trail of fresh puke all over the front of his peacoat. He was stumbling drunk. Mike apologized for his drunk friend and promised that he would put him to bed immediately. We got inside his apartment and I sat on the couch while Mike tried to get the friend to sleep in his bed so that him and I could do what I came for. The friend kept on asking who I was and why I was there.
Finally, Mike got his friend into bed. He went over to his kitchen counter and to my shock, he did a nosefull of coke. I thought about saying something, but I decided not to. Mike asked me how we should proceed and I indicated that I needed payment first. We need to go to the ATM, then, he said. I was getting even more annoyed at this point, but I wanted my money and I'm also a sucker for cuteness. I drove Mike to the ATM and he asked me lots of questions about my career as a sex worker. He seemed incredibly fascinated. I also didn't mind answering his questions, since I'd rather talk about the business than where I grew up or what my day job is like.
We got back to his place and the friend was still wandering around. Again, Mike shooed him to his bedroom, but the friend was drunk and wasn't listening very well. After a bit, he finally went into the bedroom and Mike and I got started. I had mentally decided that since he was really cute that I was going to try and enjoy the sex for real and not just because I was getting paid.
Bare-chested, I began to cover his chest and stomach and collarbone with kisses. Slowly, I moved up and we began to kiss. I didn't mind his kissing style, but I wasn't turned on. Mike was in love with my large breasts and played with them frequently, sucking on one nipple while tweaking the other. I took down his jeans and he was soft. However, after some stroking and licking, his cock was fully erect. It was nicely shaped and maybe slightly above average in size. I began to go down on Mike and all of a sudden, the friend walked into the room and started giggling. Mike immediately went soft and yelled at him again to go back to the bedroom and apologized to me profusely for his friend's bad behavior. He did another line of coke and then we began again.
This time, however, Mike could not get hard. No matter how much lube, licking or sucking I ministrated, his cock stayed small and soft, which I'm sure had lots to do with all the alcohol and coke he had consumed. I reassured him that having a friend interrupt me would turn me off instantly as well, but he was quite frustrated. He then decided to fuck me with his hands, which I enjoyed at first because he found my g-spot right away. I really wanted to enjoy the sensation of being fucked by a very handsome man, but I found myself having all sorts of body image issues. So here he is, this traditionally attractive 30-year old dude with a perfect body and me, the fleshy girl with rolls and cellulite. Even though I knew he found me attractive, I couldn't help but feel really uncomfortable in my own skin.
Mike continued to fuck me with his hand until he remembered that he owned a toy. He brought out a short and fat g-spot vibrator. Before he fucked me with it, though, he did another line of coke and poured a tiny bit on my nipple, which he then licked off. Strange, huh? I think he was trying to be glamorous and decadent, but as my friend said, "I think he maybe just read too many Harold Robbins novels." I told Mike to turn the vibrator on high and fuck me hard. That he did. So much that the lube began to wear off and I began to get sore. So since we had used nearly all of my lube trying to get him hard, I faked a convincing orgasm even though he had begged me earlier not to fake it. I was sure that I wasn't going to be able to get him hard, so I thought it'd be some consolation that I had "come."
My predictions were right. We tried for another several minutes, but Mike's cock was as limp as ever. I think he just got too frustrated and stressed about his friend being there and about the pressure to perform, you know? I felt bad that he had just paid me several hundred dollars and hadn't gotten an orgasm, but there wasn't much I could do. Plus, although I didn't have a clock handy, I knew it had been over an hour since we had started. To my chagrin, when I got to my car, it was past 5:00 a.m.! I had been there for over two hours and had only gotten paid for one. But I knew that after not having an orgasm, Mike wasn't going to pay me double. So I drove home without protest (see what I mean about making exceptions for cuteness?).
Now, several days later, I find myself in an odd predicament. Throughout the session, Mike kept on telling me that he wanted to do this again, to which I agreed. I sent him a thank you email on Sunday, as I do for all my clients after our first session, but I haven't received a reply. Despite his bad behavior and the fact that he's kind of a cocky jerk, I think I've developed a sort of crush on Mike. It doesn't mean that I'd see him for free, but I think my feelings might get a little hurt if I never hear from him again.
Now, I'm left wondering how often this happens to other sex workers, or if this even happens at all. It just feels weird that I, a freaky fat queer sex worker, has a crush on a straight white frat-boy type. My only current thought is that the Universe really does have quite a sense of humor.
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