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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part 1
‘This story was from last year, a true account from a rare but very sexy meet.
As you can imagine, in this job I cannot pick and choose my clients. I know some girls who do, but they are never busy, being too ‘picky’, and I often wonder what it is that drives them to this profession when they are so choosy with who they see.
I actually think it is very sexy being ‘available to all’ and never turning anyone down, not ever. I often get turned on when the guy is very old or fat or ugly, or all three! I certainly love testing to see ‘how low I will go’ and find the whole thing an amazingly sexy experience. This stems from my younger teenage days, when my next door neighbour would set me up to have sex with men. They were always old fat or ugly, and in many many cases, all three. I was always taught to not turn anyone down, and that has stayed with me throughout my life, something I am quite proud about.
Anyway, back to the story….
I had been ‘on tour’ in Manchester, and I was staying at a big hotel on Piccadilly Gardens. This hotel I still use now because of its easy access for clients, and also the fact that, quite bizarrely, they still offer smoking rooms.
I had been staying in one of the large ‘suites’ that they offer, which is basically a large room, with a seating area, and separate bathroom. It is just so much more comfortable than a normal room, with only a small supplement to pay on top.
I had been there for 4 days, and in the whole time, I had not had any one person visit me who I would naturally ‘fancy’.
I had lots of visitors, but all were at the extremes of the three facets already mentioned, old, fat or ugly. I had had a few Asian guys, but again this is another ‘sex test’ as opposed to me really wanting them intimately.
I was quite fed up and was just hoping my next call would be from someone ‘fit’! Alas, it wasn’t to be, with my next booking coming from a man I would class as one stage up from homeless vagrant. I often wonder where these types get their money from to afford girls for sex, but they do. I always make them shower first, and even that makes me cringe, having to tell them to remember to wash themselves properly, ‘front and back’. It is amazing how many men do not know how to wash themselves properly, and I could write a book about it!
After he had finished, I had a bath, and during the girly soak, I decided I was going to go out into The Gay Village area of Manchester for a drink.
I had had enough of the endless line of clients and wanted some real ‘me time’ to unwind.
When I go out I normally wear something really casual like jeans and a fem sweatshirt or t shirt, with girls trainers.
On this occasion I decided to go a lot more formal, and wore what what most would class as a secretary outfit.
I wore a pale pink satin blouse with a black satin pencil skirt, with 5” black patent high heels. (I would normally leave such high heels for the bedroom, but the Village is so close to the hotel, the walk is easy).
Underneath the outfit I wore my normal basque and black stockings clipped onto the sexy six strap suspenders. My make up was quite heavy for mid afternoon, but not over the top. Nice blue and black eye shadow, with mild pink blusher and red lips. I was, however, drenched in my favourite ‘cheap and slutty’ perfume which is Constance Carroll ‘Young Dawn’. I always wear Constance Carroll perfume, again this originates from my early novice years in the 1980s, when the perfume was readily available from market stalls etc, at about £2.50 a bottle. I pay going on for £20 a bottle now off ebay, but I still love most of the fragrances they have to offer.
I had my medium sized black PVC shoulder bag, which had some lipstick, blusher, my cigarettes and lighter as well as my small black PVC purse. To complement the bag (or the other way round!) I wore my short PVC ‘Bolero’ jacket.
A quick check in the mirror, and I looked very sexy, even if I say so myself! |
