I Melt into Their Fantasy...That's My Job

Two of my clients were players in the financial industry. They dressed well, smelled clean, and had sex like they were playing a game of chess. So strategic, so predictable. It was by instinct that I resisted this behavior and, instead, acted as my cat would when it wants some salmon. I stretched out my body and rubbed it against them in an effort to calm them down. Neither were able to cum, which isn't really important to me. But, they were very satisfied. Both of them told me I was worth more than I advertised. And I completely agree. Unfortunately, they can no longer afford me.

Okay, I realize now that I'm talking about sex as a business. And no one wants to talk about sex like it's a business because it doesn't leave room for vulnerability - a quality that women are supposed to wear on their sleeve and men are meant to hide behind their macho exterior. Truthfully, there's nothing more vulnerable than being a prostitute. Just yesterday I lamented the arrest of my colleague's best friend for solicitation. Regardless of the legal repercussions, I'm made every night to give myself over to my partner. I melt into their fantasy. And a fantasy cannot be contained by currency or a business plan. So, that's my responsibility. I can't lose too much control because I'm the one calling the shots.

So, perhaps it's a double-edged sword. While a prostitute is vulnerable to societal harassment, the position actually makes me quite powerful. Think about it. I don't need to be nice to anyone if they don't deserve it. The misconception is that I "must rely on a man" but this isn't true at all and this perspective is only seen from the outside, from people who somehow couldn't possibly imagine being a prostitute. Trust me. It's a much easier transaction than being a wife or an employee. You get exactly what you want it if you believe you're worth it. And many women just don't understand their own value enough to understand this simple principle.

So, if I wanted to make more money, I had to believe I was worthy of it. This doesn't mean changing my looks or acquiring new salacious traits like the other escorts on the market. Of course, I have to look impeccable because this is a reflection of my character. But, that's really where the buck stops. The rest was up to me.

This meant that I had to change my advertising altogether. On some level, I had to believe that I was too good for the directories and forums I've visited. Yes, it seems conceited. Again, if you don't understand your own value you won't understand this. On the other flip of the coin, there are men who believe that it's perfectly acceptable to spend more money on a gadget than it is to invest on a lover for an evening. And there are providers who believe that their time is worth less than a brand new car. Sure, I'm comparing human beings to inanimate objects. But, this goes to show you how much people underestimate the value of their own individuality and, most importantly, the value of their sexual power.

I quickly removed my "services" from my website. I can't be the sort of woman who discloses because that's not what my client is paying for. He's paying for the creme de la creme, the very best not because I'll give him a CBJ (condom-ed blow job), and not because of my breast size. He's paying top dollar because I know I'm worth it. And this type of confidence is not easy to find amongst providers, namely women. This was when I decided that I was more than a High Dollar Hottie. I am a courtesan. My sensuality is invaluable. I choose the clients (they do not choose me). I have control over my own destiny.

This new transition didn't mean a boom in business. But it did yield some very interesting results.

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