It's been awhile since I've had sex with two different women in the same day. Of course my agent was wise enough to give me plenty of time between appointments, which is reserved for showering, changing and making sure my hair looks just right.
Don't laugh -- it's the little things that clients (especially women) really pay attention to. The last thing I want to do is show up to an appointment looking like I just fucked another woman, even if that's exactly what I did.
Before we continue, I've had some guys ask about cologne. Mainly, how much is too much or whether they should bother wearing any at all. My answer is this: A spritz or two is fine, but no more than that. Wonderful as Calvin Klein, Giorgio Armani and all other designers are, none of their fragrances will smell good if one were to bathe in them.
But onto the clients. The first was brunette, single and I believe a doctor. In a rare showing of complete stupidity, I mentioned that I was almost finished watching the first season of Grey's Anatomy on DVD. Stupid, stupid. Still, she laughed, and said that she thought it was one of the more charming medical dramas on television.
After we got to know each other better, it wasn't long before I was giving her a medical examination myself. More than anything, being an escort has taught me that men really need to learn how to perform oral sex properly -- because that's pretty much the first thing women ask/suggest I do.
After that, she returned the favor, and was so skilled at doing so I nearly suffered from premature ejaculation. Still, I managed to hold on, and when we finally had penetrative sex, the orgasm was worth the wait. I wouldn't have minded staying a bit longer had her pager not gone off.
Folks, the TV dramas are true. Soon as she was needed at the hospital, she all but kicked me out of her apartment and followed me out the door. As she sped away in her car, I imagined her scrubbing in for some life-saving surgery. The more books I read about popular medicine, the more I'm fascinated by the field itself.
Moving on. The second client was an English professor. She specialized in British Literature, pre-1900s. I haven't read much of the stuff since my time at university, but after we had sex, the conversation was definitely stimulating.
According to her, England has always been a country full of immigrants. I swear I'm not making this up, but when she began telling me about life back then, for some reason she'd put on her glasses. So there I was, listening to her talk about her field while she lay naked in bed, blonde hair draped over her breasts as her blue eyes smiled behind wire-rimmed glasses.
As soon as I got back to my apartment, I called my agent to tell her that these two clients were some of the best I've had in months, and to try and turn them into regulars if at all possible.
So, that's my report. Oh, and whatever is causing this freakishly cold weather in Miami, I wish it would stop. January is supposed to be in the lower- to mid-seventies. Though I must say, there is something magical about wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, sipping a Peppermint Hot Chocolate, walking beneath tall palms as the sun sets over the Biscayne Bay.
As always, stay tuned for more...