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As a prostitute you get lots of bad advice from a lot of different people. From how to deal with the customers, to how to handle money. You always needed to consider who it was coming from, whether it was other prostitutes, the agency, drivers or doormen. Women in the business that were very keen to offer advice, I suspected were doing it to mentally reinforce their own decisions.
Some women prided themselves on how they tough they were with the clients, enforcing limits and demanding certain standards of behavior from them. In my experience it never worked, they inevitably struggled to retain clients, they’d fall out with the agency and would end up being strung along without getting the hours they wanted.
Your hours quickly became the focus of your work. The agency in quite a smart way had side-lined the issue of money. Most prostitutes will have a list of services and charges, we didn’t. We all provided the same services, though some more enthusiastically than others. The client paid a flat rate per hour to the agency who in turn paid us, usually again by the hour.
So we weren’t usually obligated to provide the full range of services to a new client, however if we kept seeing that client, at a certain stage we had to provide everything the agency stipulated.
If you had enough regular clients, they would work around you. You could tell your regulars what night you were working, and then go from client to client and in a single evening have done an entire weeks work.
This is why Kevin was so popular, and why so many women that would otherwise have despised him for the underhanded prick that he was, wanted him as a client.
It also explained the myriad of advice I got from the other women telling me how to handle him. Thinking back I don’t know whether it was just bad advice, or whether he was different with different women.
After he’d fucked me in the hall, he motioned me into the lounge, I was wearing just my now semen stained bra.
I’d arrived with my purse and a small bag which had sex toys, lingerie, as well as change of clothes, wash bag and various other useful bits. The sex toys were part of the service offered, typically we were expected to put on a show with them while hopefully the client would wank himself off (and save us the trouble of having to fuck him). The lingerie again was again obviously for the clients benefit, though I always carried a more practical set of undies, as well, just a simple set of briefs and a bra. I always usually brought tracksuit bottoms a t-shirt if I needed a change of clothes, and finally a set of practical trainers so I could give my feet a break from my heels.
When we got into the lounge, Kevin had me get up on the table on my hands and knees and begin to play with myself. My back was to him and I heard him rummaging around, though occasionaly he top petite pornstars said a few words of encouragement. I hoped he might have been wanking himself off, which some clients liked, that was why I didn't initially turn back, because men sometimes didn't want you to watch.
After a minute I got curiosity about the noise and turned back to see he had emptied the contents of my bag onto the counter and was rummaging through it.
I reacted instinctively storming over and asking him what the fuck he was doing. He went silent for a moment looked thoughtful and then became indignant. I suspect it might have been rehearsed, or perhaps practiced with previous women. He angrily stated that he wasn’t going to have me in his home laying down rules. He kept referring to me as ‘young lady’ which was slightly odd on reflection.
I bit my teen shemales tongue considering my options, I felt I needed to assert myself in the situation but was a bit slow to do so. It came down to a decision about how far I could push him.
In the end it turned out not far, while I stood there he got on the phone and rang the manager of the agency, a woman I was already on bad terms with.
I was gobsmacked, and cursing inwardly though I spared myself the indignity of begging him to hang up. I went back to the foyer to retrieve my dress and knickers, my purse was also there which he hadn’t touched. I got my phone out and debated ringing the driver.
Before I made a decision on what to do next he called me back in and handed me the phone, the manager wanted to speak to me and she wasn’t happy.
It was a long conversation, I was furious with him but needed to old and young xxx placate the manager who was furious with me.
We passed the phone back and and forth, as he would in turn raise an issue about me with my manager, pass the phone to me, she would then deal with the issue! and then after giving a suitable undertaking would pass the phone back to him where he would raise the next one.
The manager wasn’t normally so pliant with customers, I think it was actually a mixture of her bad relationship with me and how much she valued him as a customer.
This went on for about 20 minutes, while I was on the phone he pointedly continued to sort through the contents of the bag examining the sex toys and change of clothes in particular. At one stage he looked up and told me to strip.
It may have been a psychological tool but whatever the reasons when I stripped off again, I was making a decision. I’d calmed down a little and decided to try and rebuild my relationship. I murmured apologies and smiled sweetly.
It was the final issue that he raised with my manager that made me go ‘Oh Shit’ because I knew it was going to cause her to go mental.
I was never particularly adventurous with my choice of sex toys. They may have looked impressive superficially but I’d chosen them mainly because they weren’t incredibly physically demanding. I’d already found out from experience there could be a lot of discomfort involved in letting a guy use a huge dildo on me.
So I’d chosen toys that while big weren’t designed to go far inside the body. A few weeks earlier a client had complained to the manager and after a fairly polite but awkward conversation she’d given me ones she wanted me to use to use in future.
I took one look at them and went ‘no thanks’…
Though I didn't tell her that I said thanks very much and I'd use them from now on. A week later she checked up and discovered I hadn’t and she went nuts. So I'd promised for the second time that I would use the ones she gave me.
I did actually use them a few times with clients, though I'd never let them use them on me, but there was something about tonight that made me leave them at home and bring the more conservative ones.
The key thing with sex toys was that we would only use our own, rather than whatever horrible contraption the client might have in a drawer somewhere. So any time a guy would pull out some huge butt plug the size of a bat, we’d apologise sadly and say sorry it’s the rules.
I won’t go into my conversation with the manager, but I will say she was angrier than I’d ever seen her. A few minutes into the haranguing, Kevin though a series of packages in my lab, they were a series of dildos and butt plugs still in the wrapping!. I suspected even then that he’d been over this ground before.
I promised my manager my best efforts, though in a less dignified way. I handed the phone back to Kevin who instructed me to start with the large pink butt plug.
He stood over me on the phone, informing my manager that I looked hesitant. I smiled sweetly and started trying to work it into my bum. I was so frazzled it took me a moment to remember the lube which was on the table.
‘I don’t this she’s prepared for anal’ he said down the phone, talking about me in the third person. I protested that I had, which wasn’t entirely true and put a bit more effort into getting the dildo up my bum.
Once I got it inside me he handed the phone back to me.
I don’t want to give the wrong impression about the manager so I’ll try and write to the best of my memory what she said.
At this point she was more exasperated than angry. "I’m sick of you lying to me" she said simply "if you want to keep working do what you agreed to do, and stop trying to manipulate my customers, this is your last chance" and then she hung up.
I handed the phone back to Kevin, who in turn told me to get hot naked teenage girls on my knees.
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