How massage girl earn her money?

post by anonymous from Mayfair Girls

You think we don’t earn our money? Read this!

Most of my clients are sane. Well, at least what I consider *sane* which considering I used to work in mental health is quite a broad definition. But some bookings I have had are truly mental and I start to question my sanity.

Take the time I worked for an escort agency. I had a booking around 2am in the morning. My driver took me to the house in Dagenham ( that in itself should have been a warning sign), and the guy greeted me at the door.

‘Please be quiet’ he said.

Thinking that he was nervous of his neighbors finding out he was booking an escort I crept into the house as quietly as I could. He beckoned me into the living room and whispered to me that we would be doing the business here. I thought this was slightly odd as I know even houses in dagenham have beds, but I thought maybe it was his ‘thing’. Still whispering, we talked money. After a minute or so I decided that I had had enough of playing Secret Squirrel and asked in my normal voice why he was being so quiet.

‘Shhhh’! He said in a panic, ‘my wife is upstairs asleep!

Needless to say I *crept* out again.

Then there was the time I was called to another early morning booking (is there a pattern developing here?). The guy who let me in was a young doctor, which again should have been a warning sign (professionals are ALWAYS kinky/mental).

I started to get the condom out of my bag, to which he said ‘you don’t need that’. I was just about to go into an indignant rage about health and such when he said ‘ No no, all I want you to do is strip off and do star jumps while I watch and wank.

I considered this for a few seconds; was he serious? Was I physically up to this? How long exactly will it take for him to reach a happy ending? Are we talking seconds, minutes or hours? I decided it was easy money so obliged.

Two minutes into continuous star jumps and I was shouting ‘hurry up for fucks sake!’ It was an experience to say the least.

I think to date, the funniest and oddest booking was with another agency ( can you see why I went independent? ). I was called to a house in Hackney on a Sunday afternoon. A foreign guy answered the door and ushered me into a living room. In his broken English I could barely understand what he was saying and I was just about to leave when he ushered me out again and opened another door. What was on the other side has scarred me for life.

There in front of me was a family sitting down to Sunday lunch with someone who I can only assume was the Mother serving. The guy started babbling to this woman and soon she had a broad smile on her face and was beckoning me to sit down. The rest of the family were also looking at me with equally broad smiles. I looked at the guy then the mother and it suddenly dawned on me what was going on.

The guy had obviously booked me as a ‘girlfriend’, taking the notion of girlfriend experience’ to another level. I considered the situation for a few seconds. I was rather hungry and its all money, right? So I did what any self respecting hooker would do, I asked for the money first, in front of the whole family.

The mother started to look confused and much was said in her mother tongue. The guy started to look worried, then all of a sudden the mood changed and she started shouting at me. Maybe he had told her I was a vegetarian and didn’t want her roast? No, she obviously understood English better then I thought. She started waving the rather large carving knife about in front of me so I decided that I would decline her kind offer and make a quick exit.

Not long after that I started working as an independent and made my own rules. No one who doesn’t have a good grasp of English, no bookings after 1am and certainly no star jumps.