Parking Fines.

Today, whilst I was with a client (same old, same old, not need for details) at a lovely, high end hotel in the city, I got a parking fine.

'Stopping where a no stopping sign applies' was the description.

What the fuck?

I specifically read the sign, and it was after the time on in, which means you can stop there as long as you want (well until the morning when the time starts again). I did no wrong.

I hope you know City Council, I will be disputing this and there is no way that I will be paying it. And if you try to make me I'll just use the 'Get Out of Parking Fines' card that my mothers accountant uses. His excuse is legal by the way.

It's not even the money (it is only fifty eight bucks after all), it's the principal, I did no wrong so I'm NOT paying.

Suck on that Council.

Love. (part two)

As promised, here are the dirty details from my last post.

He always strips down to his underwear as soon as I arrive, tonight was no different. The was a movie on the tv (Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium), I took off my clothes and offered him a massage.

"Just tell me what to do, I'll do anything for you beautiful." He actually would, so far he's caught a flight here every weekend since our first 'date'.

I massage his back firmly, after a few minutes he starts to stroke my leg, he turns over and I kiss him. He kisses like he's trying to scoop a lot of ice cream out of my mouth, his tongue's to rigid, then he moves into the worm which makes me want to bite him, but I resist the urge.

He has a small cock. Fuck, I didn't bring the small condoms, regulars are just a little bit slippery...


I start to touch and tease his cock with one hand, and then kiss down his body. I slip a regular condom on, it fits okay, but it tends to start rolling back up. I tease his knob with my lips and tongue and start stroking up his length.

He tells me he can't take anymore and rolls me over and kisses my thighs, he's always over eager with the pressure of his tongue and I have to remind him to be gentle.

He applies to much pressure to my clit, I tell him I love to be teased with a gentle tongue. I move my hips around to encourage him...well not really, I try to keep my clit away from his harsh tongue, moving from side to side and up and down moaning a little.

He's using his tongue like a toddler who's scribbling randomly with a coloured pencil.

He fucks me doggy style up against the headboard, I can tell he's trying to hold back from coming. I'm getting a little bored, I have to remind myself not to watch the movie out the corner of my eye in case he sees.

"Come in me!" I mutter between a few moans. He obliges.

He thrusts a slowly and then withdraws, holding the condom. We lay together a little, then he gets up and has a quick shower while I clean myself up and get dressed. He wanted to go to the cinema.

We walked around the corner and bought our tickets to Tamara Drewe. He tells me I'm strange but that's what he loves about me because I don't have anything from the candy bar. I never do these days, I barely even notice I'm eating it when I'm watching the movie so why don't I have it some other time when I can actually savour it. Plus they don't offer many vegan treats.

The cinema is pretty empty so I can put my feet against the back of the chair in front of me, he starts stroking my leg a bit into the movie and moves his hand ever closer... I'm glad it's dark, otherwise it would be so obvious I'm a hooker, people wouldn't think a girl like me would be with him.

This intimacy he feels freaks me out, he seems to think it's real.

In the elevator back at the hotel, a bride and groom get in with all their friends crowding around taking photos of them going up to the room, their so happy and she looks beautiful. We talk with them and another couple who get off on the same floor.

In the room, he offers me a massage, which he's surprisingly good at. Followed up with a bit of mutual oral, me on top. It's harder to keep his tongue away from my clit in this position, so I start sucking him hard and fast, he comes quickly and takes off the condom spilling a little cum on his stomach, I grab a towel to clean him off a little and lay there for what I think is an acceptable time then hop in the shower.

I sit down on the bed and moisturize my legs and he talks about the holiday he wants to take me on in a few months. I am enthusiastic towards him, although I'm not getting my hopes up. I'd love to go, but it would be a professional holiday for me and who knows what will happen before then.

I kiss him goodbye and leave him naked on the bed.

When I get back to my car I found I got a parking ticket. Fuck this, the sign says I'm allowed to park here.

Love.

So, I just got back from an appointment with a regular.

He says he's falling in love with me.

We've only spent about 5 hours together...

At least he doesn't expect me to reflect any feelings. I know why I find this slightly...strange?

I take a long time to open up to people, like there's people I've known for years and they still don't know me properly. I am always there for them, but when I need someone, I don't let anyone near me. And he can just say he was feelings for me so easily?

I shall write up some dirty details about this booking tomorrow, right now I just want to eat my soy vanilla icecream.

Anyone for some sex slavery?

A few days ago I received this email:

Hello Buddy,
    Was Sufferi8ng for an Escort and came across you profile,got interested in hirring you...am groom from Spain a Business Woman...am inUK for just three week on busines trip....am in need of your Service for hot romance,massage and sex...i will be offering you $1,000 per day for just two weeks (2) durring my vacation time...so i will like you to get back to me if interested in my Offer,so that we can move on fast...i will be taking care of your necessary documents to come over to meet me alright?
await to read back from you asap !


Suspicious much?


Firstly, that email doesn't even make sense, are they a business woman from Spain? What country are they in actually and where do they want me to go?


Secondly, only $1000 a day? I don't think so, I'm much more than that.


Thirdly, they'll organize my papers? No, that would require them knowing my real name, and I wouldn't trust a stranger to organize my trip to another country. Why don't they just find a hooker there?


Fourthly, they didn't even leave a name...


But, ever the polite girl, I replied:


Hey, I'm not interested, thank you for the offer though. xx.


I just got this email back from them:


I'll like to have you inform that am very serious about my offer and i will like to know if you agree to come with me down to Nigeria ( west Africa ) and to my price ( 900$ ) per day...? I will take care of your Necessary documents to come with me....and Our hotel accommodation down here...i promise you a better time together!
More so........i will like to know if you have a Valid passport or not? so that i can link you up to my Traveling Agent to help us about your necessary documents and we can move on fast...she's very reliable cause i've been working with her quite a long time now...so u don't have to worry about your papers....she can help us fast about that.......just get back to me in time ok?  this is her mail u can mail her here X@email.com


Yeah, that makes even more sense than the first one.


So now they want me to go to Nigeria do they? And they dropped the price...


And yes I changed the travel agents email address, but it was something random from a popular free email service.


Yes, doing this would be a very safe and enjoyable idea. No thanks. Do they think I'm stupid?

FCKH8

Haha, I LOVE this!

Sometimes (like everyone I guess) I have wondered if I was bi, I'm still not sure if I am, I don't want a relationship with a women but there have been some I'd fuck and still want to, the lines are to blurry to tell.

Nevertheless, whatever I am, I support gay rights. If two people love each other does it matter what parts they have?

And how does two people of the same gender getting married or having a relationship effect anyone else? Those people that oppose it are just idiots, other people getting married is none of their business and it doesn't effect their lives in anyway.

Haters are making it apart of their lives, if they have a problem with it, then don't pay attention to it. Simple as that.

Cybersex.

I received this email just now:

you can call me john... i in malaysia... i like to do siber sex... do you do that


I only take cash, how on earth would I do that? And there's no way I'd do this for free.

On a side note, I've had two guys tell me there so good in bed that some girls don't charge them. One of them I reckon is a complete time waster (blah blah blah you don't need to know the details, he may get off on dirty emails and thats all he wants though, he assumes he knows exactly what I like in bed. He seems like a douche).

Is there really girls out there that don't charge the guys because they come? If I end up coming then I take it as a bonus, but I wouldn't do it for free if it's with a client. Or are these guys just trying to get me to give them a freebie? If they want that they can go to a club and find a chick, I aint free mate.

Happy Valentines Day.

Well, I was reminded by a regular of mine that I started this on the 14th of January (whoring that is), so not only is today Valentines Day, but it's also my one month whoring anniversary. How could I forget?

I'm not really the big romantic gesture type, I like simple, random things done for me that are actually something I want, not just a story that everyone 'aws' at, I like something practical, or something dirty, yes something dirty sounds great.

Although, I would accept this card.

Gone GaGa?

One of my regulars has started calling me his 'Lady GaGa' and I have know idea why.

He was calling me down to earth, real and sweet, as far as I know thats not at all Lady GaGa-esque.

Now, I do love a little Gaga, not so much her music even though I always end up singing and grooving to it, it's just so damn catchy! She's an individual and I like that, but I still don't see the resemblance between her and myself.

My dirty little secret...

I'm sure I don't need to say this again, but I enjoy this job. I love it.

I love walking through a public place after, with my sex hair and my sexy clothes on and having men check me out, I'm sure more than the usual amount do. Can they tell I'm an escort? Or do they just know I got laid?

I love daring them to say something to me with my eyes, I love seeing the 'client' type man lust after me in public and thinking: You could have me anyway you want...If you could afford me.


It's such a turn on for me, I find that with some clients when I need a little extra kick to get through it, I smile to myself (whilst looking at him, he has no idea what it's really about) and in my head I'm saying something along these lines: I'm a whore, a dirty little whore, he wants me so bad he's willing to pay to have me, I'm accepting money for my body, etc etc etc


You get the picture?

And I love it.

No.

Saturday night I had two bookings, the first one was sweet, the second...not so sweet.

I arrived outside the hotel, one I will not be visiting again due to it's crappy nature and location of security. He had told me to give him a missed call when I was outside, so I did. I went through my phone wile I was waiting and got distracted by a text from the mum. I didn't notice this at the time, but I wasn't nervous like I usually am before a booking, I was a little cocky from my previous appointment.

"Lacey?"

"Huh, yeah?" I was more replying to a question and that he was talking to me then saying that I was she. I am still getting used to being called by a different name.


Oh right! The client, gee he has beautiful eyes, big brown puppy dog eyes, he's actually kinda cute, and fit. Why's he hiring me?


I followed him inside to the elevator, walking behind him while on my phone, the security guards were right there, I could see them looking at me through the corner of my eye, I pretended to text on my phone and didn't look back, I kept moving.


Do they know I'm a hooker and he hired me or are they just checking me out?


I greeted him properly once the elevator doors closed, we exchanged pleasantries and then there was a slithly awkward silence. The silence you get when a client feels guilty for hiring you or like your judging him for doing it, I'm a fucking hooker why would I be judging you?

It took him a couple of tries to get the key into the lock (yeah this place was so old they still used keys!), he was trying to put it in upside down.


Should I point that out? He's clearly trying to stop his hands from shaking.


He offered me drinks and food in the room, I politely declined and excused myself to the bathroom.

I sat down on the bed and petted the spot next to me for him to join me, he took all his clothes off and sat down.

Hmmm, usually they actually want to pretend we're together a little, even if they want it porn star style. Whatever.


I stood up and striped to my bra and panties, we kissed. He was an absolutely terrible kisser, he was kissing me with his teeth not his lips and he sucked harder than a vacuum cleaner, it hurt. I tried to move into a few different positions to get him to ease up a little, but he didn't even with me on top.

He wrapped his legs around me like he was a baby.

"Can we try some sex positions?" He asked. It's been like two minutes, can I go through with this?


We sat up.

I can't just have sex with him right now, he's not small it will hurt. This is making me uncomfortable, how can I get out of here?


"I drank a lot of water, I'm just going to the bathroom again." I locked the door after me.

Fuck. What am I going to do? I need to get out of here, I am not going to do this. I will feel terrible about myself if I do. I can't, and I know it.


I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hands through my hair.

Fuck, I have to leave, now. I'll just go out there and say 'Look, I'm really sorry but I'm not feeling a connection, I'll refund you all your money, sorry I have to leave.' He seemed aggressive, what if he gets angry? I have to risk it, I will be fine. I've still gotta get dressed, if he gets pissed off how quickly can I get out of here?


I walked out of the bathroom, I clearly had a worried look on my face because he asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I'm really sorry about this, but I got my period, I can't do this, sorry, I'll refund you everything. I have to leave." Fuck why did I say that? I'm pretty sure I told him I actually had it last week, fuck fuck fuck.


"Oh." He looked at me as I quickly put my clothes on and held my legs together. "Remember you told me you had it last week?"

Shit. I replied seamlessly "Yeah, I've only been vegan for a few months and it's gone crazy, I'm really sorry." Not great for promoting the vegan lifestyle but I don't give a shit at the moment. I put the money down on the table and collected the last of my things.

"Just one more passionate kiss?" Fuck, thats why I'm leaving jerk. But I kissed him briefly. "Come on a proper one." He sounded a little aggravated, I don't he believed me but I didn't care at that moment, I kissed him once more, trying to hold him back a little, then I pulled away. My lips actually hurt after only a few minutes. I couldn't do that to myself. He wanted to walk me out, I stayed a little away from him.

I parked just around the corner, under a streetlight, I couldn't here him following me but I know he's looking. As I turned the corner I looked back and waved and smiled a little. He was still at the entrance.

I got in my car and locked the door, I waited for the car coming down the street to go around the corner, and I followed it out directly behind it.

It's to dark for him to see this is my car and he's to far away to see the number plate anyway. I'm safe.

So that was my first real scare, it taught me a lesson, listen to my fucken instincts! They would have told me if only I had listened. I'm very lucky that this turned out the way it did and it wasn't an actual bad experience, just an uncomfortable one, it will keep me more aware in the future.

Still, I'm proud of myself for having the self confidence to walk out of there when I felt uncomfortable.

He emailed and texted me today, wanting to catch up. Which is why I should have said I didn't feel a connection then he would have left me alone, or who know's maybe my instincts made me not say it and he didn't have a very angry reaction, because the period excuse came out without me even thinking. It just happened. Whatever it was, I am relieved of the outcome, but I don't want to just ignore him, I need to say I don't want to see him. But how to tell him?