Market forces

How much should I charge?

It is a question I have to answer by guesswork really... Too little and I will lose some of my prestige factor or be overrun with work. Too much and I wont get enough appointments.

Up to several weeks ago I was pretty overrun with work. People just couldn't get in for an appointment with me sometimes. Very good for my ego, but plenty of them were so impressed with me that even they said that I should be charging more! So I put my prices up, above the average but not the most expensive. I now get just enough work (Spare time today, but fully booked tomorrow) and several people have decided not to visit as it is beyond their financial limits. I think I have reached my ceiling and am probably charging just enough now.

Well I can't exactly do market research can I??!

There's still one guy who I have kept my prices low for... He comes most weeks and has done for about the last 3 years since I've been working in this town. Right from the word go he mostly wanted to HUG. He doesn't have the full personal service because, frankly, his penis is too small. But he enjoys the hand relief I give (complete with fruity lube) and it's usually time to lie down and chat after the first half an hour. I find it very relaxing to lay there with him. We know each other quite well by now. We listen to music - he likes rhythm and blues. He often cheers me up, and I know I often cheer him up. Somehow we always end up talking about food!

I have only put my price up once for him since the start.... He now pays 25% less than my other customers. Sometimes quality is more important! But business sense has to prevail for the majority.

I'm not a scrubber

I had a customer last night who was very nervous at first. He came in with a lit cigarette when I answered the door. I asked him to get rid of it straight away. I think that's a bit rude these days - assuming that you can walk into someone's house with a lighted cigarette. Maybe he was more used to the parlour sort of place, or a working girls' flat where it's not really anyone's home.

He sat down and asked for a drink straight away. I'm not really geared up for that. Most people are happy with a glass of water to calm them down or refresh them, and they're more interested in other things! He seemed to think he was in some kind of club! I only drink herbal tea, had no chilled wine or beer. A vodka and tonic was all I had to offer him. He accepted, and then gave me a mildly hard time for not joining him... I don't drink casually on a daily basis, and I wasn't about to start for him!

He was full of questions, which were clearly due to his nervousness: Who lives here? Why do you do this? Do you have a boyfriend? Aren't some people nasty to you? Do you work in the same bed you sleep in? Do you ever finish an appointment and scrub yourself clean? Blah blah blah.... I think he's got a vivid imagination and has been watching too much TV!

Well, about the bed... I must admit that when I first started working as a prostitute I thought it would be best to work in a different bed from where I slept. Keep everything separate, therefore not subjecting my slumber time to visions of what had gone on in that room earlier. In practice, however, this is pretty impractical unless you have plenty of rooms and beds to spare. I actually found it no problem to chill out in my bedroom after working and totally feel that it was my space and it didn't feel dirty. I do now have a spare duvet, so I use one for working and a different one for snuggling up with. But that's more for the sake of freshness and hygeine than enything emotional.

And no, I have never scrubbed myself clean after an appointment. Like I said to him... If there was something that was going to make me feel like standing under a scolding hot shower and scrubbing my skin clean until it was red raw... Well, I wouldn't do it then would I? Duh!

Older men

Now I am not a girl who particularly likes older men. However, they like me!

I saw a customer the other day who was in his twenties. He was fit, energetic, adventurous and could keep it up lovely and hard for the whole hour.... Just what a girl like me needs! I said to him how nice it was to have someone so young, and he asked how old most of my visitors are.... "Mostly older men" I said.

Well yes they are mostly around 40 to 60 at a guess. But I have several visitors who are much older. I've had a couple of 82 years old. Now that's old! I suppose most women my age would say "yuck". But it's quite saddening when you talk to these men, and realise that they still have sexual desires. But they don't have a body that is attractive, either to them or to the ladies, and often it is non- co-operative (in terms of impotence). It must be very frustrating when "her indoors" is no longer interested, or has perhaps passed away, and they are left high and dry.

A little of me feels a bit guilty about taking their pension money. But I'm sure they are not the poor pensioners on State Pension and they can somehow afford to pay. And after all - my services are not essential living costs....they are optional extras!

I justify the money though, when they get up from the bed and leave behind a little momento in the form of a skidder across my duvet... Now that is "yuck!". But of course, I'm polite and don't want to cause embarassment. I pretend not to notice. We'll all be old one day, and these guys have not just payed me all that money to feel anything other than fantastic - that's my job.

I simply don't look to closely at the duvet as I get it into the washing machine at 300 degrees!

There is one older man who I see most weeks... He is almost 80. Yes he has all those old men things that I just wrote about. But he doesn't smell bad and he's quite a nice character. He also happens to have pretty good manual technique in the pussy department! Yes, I always need lube and a fertile imagination to get going with him. But he know his own penile limitations, and obliges me with the dildo of my choice. It felt strange at first to even allow myself to get turned on by someone so old and physically unattractive, but I went with it. Now I often cum for him (although he is one of those customers that are only fulfilled when they see me orgasm, so not all of the orgasms with hims are real!).

Mind you, when I think of doing it now... "yuck!".

Too good for my own good!

I have mentioned before in this blog a customer who has one of the nicest cocks I have had the pleasure of... Well, I have seen him a few more times for 2 to 3 hours and it has been hot!

I find him physically attractive, which helps, in that I easily respond well to him and am able to get quite carried away. He had mentioned our 'chemistry' in his private messages to me and I have encouraged this. Indeed there is a chemistry there, but it seems he feels it more strongly that I do...

I received another complementary message from him after his most recent visit. In it he said that he has fallen for me in a big way and can't get me off his mind. He wishes we had met years ago, but as it is, taking things further is not an option as we both have partners. He therefore wants to stop seeing me to get over me. He thinks that I am the best Working Girl he has ever seen and that he does not beleive he'll find anyone to equal the experience he has with me, and therefore I will be the last working girl he visits.

Well, what a shame... He was one of my favourites!

It was obviously a well thought out expression of his feelings and so I respected it and did not try to change his mind. I just sent a reply saying that I understood etc etc.

I guess I was too good for my own good.

It's not the first time a customer has fallen for me. There was a guy I saw for a long time who used to like to wear black silky knickers... He would get on all fours as I played around with his cock, balls and arse, and he loved it when I pulled the knickers right up the crack of his bum. It drove him wild, but before and afterwards he was so embarassed that he could enjoy such a thing. Of course I was very understanding, and told him that in actual fact it wasn't even that strange a request (He was a bit shocked to think that there could be worse things to do!).

I think he really valued my understanding attitude, and I was able to make him feel more comfortable. He didn't beleive he would ever find someone who could be as patient and understanding as me whilst still being a really sexy turn on for him. It was a shame really because his ex wife was just about the only other person he'd slept with, and she had made him feel that anything beyond missionary with the lights out was rude and disgustiong. Poor thing!

He eventually moved on. I was glas for him. I was glad for me too - things can get repetitive in this game just like they can in a relationship.