Monday, August 24, 2009

Taking Pictures

Monday, August 24, 2009
A client wanted to photograph me, to which I said no.

We'd already finished having sex. However, she'd paid for a two-hour booking, something about her husband being out of town and her wanting the company. It sounded like a flimsy excuse then (and still does now), but I'm not inclined to argue.

I will give her credit for having a nice camera. It wasn't just a simple point-and-shoot, but rather a digital SLR with a nice zoom lens. After showering, she told me she'd fix us a drink and we could spend time in the backyard. It was warm, true, but the flickering torches kept the mosquitoes at bay.

The backyard was small but nicely appointed, with a decent-sized lap pool and plenty of flowers and trees. As I settled into my chair and began sipping my drink, I saw her approaching with the camera in her hands.

"Sorry," I said, "but it's against company policy for any photographs to be taken."

"Is it? I thought that -- I mean, since we'd already finished..."

"Sorry, no pictures. Anonymity is kind of a big deal in this business."

She looked disappointed but respected my wish. Perhaps she just wanted to take some candid photographs of me in her handsome backyard. Even so, that could have caused problems. Should her husband find them, how would she explain a twenty-four-year-old man on his property?

On a side note, is photography the hobby de jour of women across America? I've noticed more and more clients either beginning it or expressing interest in starting. There are plenty of classes, and the costs have become a lot less prohibitive ever since the days of 35mm film and the darkroom are long gone.

"Have you ever let a woman photograph you?" the client asked. "During... or after, even."

"A few years back, yes. I was nineteen at the time. She was my first serious relationship."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I was young and naive enough to think it wasn't a big deal. Thankfully, she destroyed the more explicit pictures and kept only the PG-13 ones."

"I always hear about young people sending each other naked pictures of themselves," the client said. "Personally, I don't think it's that big a deal. And charging them distributing child pornography? Please..."

From those comments it was obvious this woman didn't have children, nor did she appear to want any, either. Perhaps if she had kids, she'd have less time to hire male escorts to keep her company while her husband was away. Hell, for all I knew he was having a Girlfriend Experience (GFE) with a female escort.

The last remaining hour passed by quickly, even if the client was a bit nosy. Truth be told, I've always been a good liar, so coming up with a good back story wasn't difficult at all. Still, I won't deny that as soon as I saw that camera my heart skipped a few beats. The idea of being revealed is one that keeps me up at night.

This blog is anonymous, and it's going to stay that way. Should I ever be revealed, well, my days in escorting are over.

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