Posted by sar on February 25, 2002, at 20:08:26
In reply to i can't stay away!, posted by sar on February 14, 2002, at 15:30:04
if your eyes and stomach are overly sensitive to soft-core sleaze, please shut this window and quietly scroll down to the next thread.
so i turned down the finance job (transportation too complicated, money not worth the grunt work) but Mr. Leather still wanted me to babysit--which i did, for his 2 children, who are really very lovely. i had a blast with them, and he kind of overpaid me. (based on the couple's cars and home decorations, they seem like the type who like to throw money around--especially him. of course.)
ah hah--then the call for "massage therapy." i gave the (rich) poor bastard a massage (he wore a towel) for an hour and was paid $100--a boon for me, really, because all i had to do was manipulate his fleshy body for awhile as i tried to remember massage techniques. the skeeviness came when he wanted to turn around and get a chest rub, which i wouldn't do.
several days later, Mr. Massage was ready for another rubdown, and we had a long conversation in which he explained to me that he has been "at half-mast" for awhile, hasn't had sex since his baby was born--basically he can't get it up, and apparently he can't mix viagra with the other meds he's on (coumidin, etc) (i'm no pharmacologist, so i know nothing of this stuff). my part in all of this, he explained, was to serve as an "aphrodisiac," and that he wanted to be teased.
so. i'm $200 short on rent and haven't paid a bill in months, so what to i do? walk into the cool bright house again, onto the velveteen duvet, and allow him to lie naked without the towel--and i did "tease" him...but basically--watch out, folks--was there to witness him masturbate.
and then i got $150 in thirty minutes, plus 2 glasses merlot to get through the whole thing.
i hate adultery too. i'd be feckin pissed if my boyfriend/husband were doing something like this! money is the carrot, though--depression has made it difficult for me to work, and Celexa keeps me in bed most days (seeing pdoc in 3 days to change meds).
i don't want to be engaged to this guy, would never wait by the phone for him--hell, for awhile he was calling me 3 times a day--i just see that thick carpet, the pool, the hills, everything cool and marble, the pictures of him with celebrities--and the way he can just peel twenties right off a roll and hand them over.
"if this is going to cause any psychological trauma to you, then you shouldn't do it," he said to me. "life's too short. if we can do what we agreed upon--a simple cash-and-carry, with no hard feelings, i think it'll work."
there is a library clock ticking right in my ear. i write this to all of you, all you wonderful people that i've never met but have been helping me for so long, because i can. PSB is a diary of sorts...i walk down the street looking at my feet, my hair in a conservative low ponytail, i look "innocent," they say--and i think, "I am a prostitute, I am a prostitute." and it doesn't register.
poster:sar
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