Memorial Day Weekend

Right, I'm back from my very last booking.

I'd seen this client before back in Miami -- several times, in fact. Even so, this weekend was a strange experience. Not that she had changed at all; she was still the same person, although the same wasn't true for me.

I really think I've put Julian to bed, folks. Spending a weekend with a client just seemed... arduous, really. Having to feign interest in whatever she was talking about; socialize with her friends and acquaintances; have sex with her when I really would prefer to bed Simone.

Yes, Simone. Good God, I can't wait until she is here in July.

Is it completely pathetic that she and I have been having phone sex and web cam sessions since I left Miami? Even worse was the fact that she wrote a list of things she intends to do to me when she arrives in New York -- all of them sexual, of course.

Perhaps it was knowing that Simone will be here in July that made taking this last booking so much of an effort. With Simone, there are no false airs, no need to put on a plastic smile, no need to go out and charge a bunch of clothes that I have no intention of wearing again on my VISA card. 

OK, I'll stop whining now.

Work has been going well thus far. Business is starting to pick up steam -- at least according to my boss -- and I've been able to manage my 9-5 job and my freelance work adequately. I've adjusted to urban noise of the city, and I love the fact that I can take the subway most anywhere.

In sum, things are turning out just how I hoped for them to be. The only thing that saddens me is that this blog isn't being updated as much as it used to be. I'll try and keep it going as long as I can. Someone has to provide erotic tales from a man's perspective.

And folks, that man should be me.

Competence VS Attractiveness

Competence: the very foundation of what makes a good employee. He or she will show up to work on-time, complete their assigned tasks and generally be a nice person to spend time with. 

They may not be terribly interesting, or someone you may socialize with outside of work, but as long as they get the job done without too much in the way of distractions and/or disruptions, they're deemed a good employee.

In the "real world" employees are judged based on competence. Sure, there are other factors, but really, is a company going to keep someone around that doesn't get the job done? Maybe in Europe, but not here in the United States. 

American labor laws are quite loose, and "at-will employment" means that either the employer or the employee can end the working arrangement at any time. Most people think of employers giving employees the boot, but I've read plenty of blogs by office managers and HR execs who've been blind-sighted by losing someone they had no idea was at-risk of leaving.

So, what does this have to do with me? Plenty, actually. The 9-5 working world is still relatively new to me, as are its quirks and practices. In escorting, all I had to do was provide sex, companionship and conversation for anywhere from one to three hours. True, this does involve "competence", but far less so than in an office environment.

Think about it: an escort meets a client, has a bit of smalltalk, engages in sexual intercourse, then leaves. How hard is it to screw that up? There are no office politics, no annual performance reviews, no filing monthly reports or making sure so-and-so received the proper documents in time.

Sex is quick and easy. It's why sex work is so hard to leave for some people. But there's something else that sex work demands that traditional work doesn't. That, my friends, is attractiveness.

I won't bother saying that beautiful people aren't given more advantages in life, because that's not true. But with my first week of work almost complete, I'm a bit surprised at just how little looks really matter. I mean, I've seen people stumbling out of offices and onto the train looking like a disaster.

Unkempt hair, oily complexions, wrinkled clothes? None of that would have been acceptable in escorting. I made sure that before every booking that I was showered, shaved, in clean clothes and had fresh breath. That last bit -- fresh breath -- was particularly important. Yet after I stood a bit too close to someone on the train the other day, I discovered that plenty of people ignore oral hygiene.

Is this because so many office environments are self-contained? Are people comfortable letting their hair done with their co-workers? I'm still in the process of finding some answers.

For now, I still dedicate a lot of time to my appearance. People treat you better, take you more seriously, and think more highly of you when you've got it together in the grooming department. I never would have that that escorting would benefit me in the business world.

Just goes to show, I still have a lot to learn.

 

First Week

What have I learned from my first week as a member of the "real world"?

For starters, I'm a bit more experienced than the other junior staffers at my firm. No, not in terms of sex -- you perverts!-- but in terms of my actual job. Freelancing forced me to develop skills, strategies and habits that those in the traditional 9-5 world don't have to learn. 

Multi-tasking? Check. Following up with deadlines and rewrites/redesigns? Check. Knowing when to step back, take a break and let one's creative batteries recharge? Check.

Outside of work, I learned that I do enjoy the urban environment more than I'd remembered. Having everything from public transportation, shops and restaurants all within walking distance is very, very convenient. Miami is walkable -- at least to a certain extent -- but it pales in comparison to New York City. Up here, one truly doesn't need a car.

I also enjoy socializing with my co-workers. We all had a group lunch on Friday afternoon, and it was wonderful. Of course I had to lie a bit about when I was up to in Miami. Even so, being able to talk to people about work -- to commiserate, brainstorm and compare notes -- is something I didn't get much of while in escorting.

I'm excited, folks -- excited and content about my future. I took the long way, perhaps, and God knows my parents would faint if they learned I was having sex for a living, but I don't regret a thing. Here's to my past, present and future, and all the adventures yet to come.

And Simone, just in case you decide to read the blog today: I can't wait until you're here with me. The Big Apple might be the center of the universe, but it's not the center of my universe until you're in it as well.

Choices

Life is all about choices. Whether they're about who we sleep with, where we work, or what we have for breakfast each morning, each decision we make ultimately affects our future.

I had choices. I didn't have to be an escort, after all. Like many other university graduates, I could have moved back home with my parents, waited tables, and waited for the economy to improve. I made the choice to have sex for money. I figured, "If it's good enough for Rebecca, it's good enough for me."

And have sex for money I did -- but I kept up with my field of study from university, too. Even with a recession, there were plenty of firms that needed to get their work done, and were willing to pay a freelancer such as myself for doing it. In reality, I had the best of both worlds: Having sex paid the rent, while the freelance jobs helped me built a portfolio of work in the event that I wanted to leave escorting.

Unbelievable as this may sound, I figured I would continue with escorting for at least another few years. Finding a full-time job just didn't seem possible or even feasible. I'd have to take a pay cut; work for someone else when I'd worked for myself; deal with inter-office politics and other nonsense.

And yet, here I am.

Allow me to share something else: I had two choices to make this year. Without mentioning specifics, another escort agency wanted to add me to their stable. I met with the woman and she was pleased with what she saw. True, I didn't want to leave Miami, but this was a very, very attractive offer. This woman -- the agent -- didn't see me so much as an one-hour fuck machine as a kind of male courtesan. 

Weekend bookings, a higher hourly rate, celebrity/VIP clients -- she promised me all of this, and I believed her. Hell, if she could do for me what she did for her girls, I'd be one happy camper. 

So why didn't I take the offer?

Simple: I wanted to try something new.

That sounds overly simplistic, I know, But one of the drawbacks of being an escort is there really isn't anything new or exciting after awhile. Yes, clients are varied, but having sex day in, day out... it can get dull. There were more than a few times when I really had to feign interest in both my client and bedding her. 

Taking a full-time job here in New York meant a pay cut -- or so I thought. With some careful agreements and negotiations, I am still doing freelance work. How am I getting away with it? Well, my freelance work isn't something that the firm really does in-house. There's no conflict of interest.

Because of this, I don't think I'll need to escort in order to leave a comparable lifestyle to what I lived in Miami. I do have one last booking, however, over Memorial Day weekend. The only reason I'm doing it is because I know the client well, and I quite enjoy her company. But after that... I really don't see myself returning.

Time will tell. Thank you for reading this message, and I wish you all the best.

Coming Soon: Simone

Long story short: Simone is moving to New York this July.

She told me so herself as I was preparing to leave Miami. No, I didn't pressure her into it. In fact, I had no idea she was planning this at all. It seems that she too tired of escorting, and when I made arrangements to move on with my life, it seems she got the necessary inspiration to do the same.

I'm certain I can lost two months without her -- but I still miss the girl, you know? Not since Rebecca have I really clicked with someone so well, so fast. The idea of having to adjust to life without her was something I really didn't want to do. And now, I won't have to.

There's still one caveat, though: Simone isn't leaving sex work -- but rather, she'll be working in another capacity. I'm not sure I can say too much about it now (not until she gives me the OK to post on the blog), but suffice to say she won't be having sex with men. She won't be stripping, either. She tired of that long ago.

I suppose the next challenge in our relationship will be fact that one of us is still involved in sex work, while the other is working a traditional 9-5 job. Thankfully she's not concerned that I'm working in an all-female office. In her words, "It's not like any of them could satisfy you like I could."

Conceited, perhaps -- but also true.

I can't help but feel like the luckiest guy on Earth right about now. Here I am, about to finish my first week off work, in a wonderful city, with one of my most beloved companions about to join me for the summer. Honestly folks, it doesn't get any better than this.

First Day of Work

How was it, then?

Nothing I didn't expect, really. I arrived at the office at 9 a.m., made small talk with my new co-workers (apparently my arrival is something the all-female staff had been talking about for a week beforehand) and then headed to speak with my boss.

"Enjoying this weather?" she said, and pointed to her window. Rain pelted against the glass, the sky a dull slate of gray. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Oh yes," I said. "But this weekend should be lovely."

And lovely the north has been thus far. True, it's raining. Yes, it's a bit chilly. But the complete absence of humidity is a blessing indeed. And once the sunny skies and temperatures in the upper seventies, low eighties return, I'll be on Cloud Nine.

But enough with the weather! What did my first day at the office entail? The first half of the day involved getting to know the place in general: how to work the phone, the proper passwords for our Blogger and Twitter accounts in order to make the proper updates, as well as which files were in which folders in our shared network.

Last but not least: Under penalty of death, I will not drink my boss's coffee. It's a special blend from France that she imports from Paris. Should I excel on my job, I'll be rewarded with a cup and accompanying croissant.

All I can say about the work is that it falls under the umbrella of "media" and that my client is a high-end jeweler that wants to get into the public eye, as well as the "social media sphere" (blogs, Twitter, viral video -- the kind of things you don't pay for but can really increase one's business). 

Still, a good day. But to tell you the truth, I'm looking forward to the weekend. New York City during the spring is a beautiful, beautiful time. The tourists are still at home and the nights are getting longer as time goes on. Come the Summer Solstice, it won't be dark until after nine p.m. How cool is that?

Oh, and because I can't keep this secret going any longer: Simone will be joining me by the summer. Yes, that's correct: Simone is moving from Miami to New York. It seemed neither of us were ready to let each other go. I'm a lucky, lucky man.

The Rest of My Life

Right. I'm in New York, sitting on the sofa while the TV plays in front of me. I'm fortunate that most everything that a man could want -- cable, internet, etc. -- was up and running when I got here. Caring property managers are rare these days, so it's nothing short of incredible when one does their job well and makes you feel right at home.

Tomorrow is when the real magic happens: the first day at my "real" job. I never thought I'd see the day. Miraculously, someone thought me good enough to bring me on-board at their firm. I'll go to an office, have a desk, along with a phone, a computer, and even a microwave and a mini-fridge in the kitchenette across the hall.

To those who've always worked 9 to 5, these details might seem inconsequential. But to me -- a former escort -- they're rather extraordinary. Just the sheer domestication of it all: the idea of going to an office, day-in, day-out, where you see the same people and work with them cooperatively. The closest I ever got to that was pairing up with Adam so he, the client and I could have a threesome.

I'll try to update the blog as much as I can, and I certainly hope my new material will be as enjoyable as the last.

Oh, and you're all probably wondering about Simone. What happened to us, then? That, my friends, is the biggest surprise of all. So stay tuned. She and I are not over.

No Politicians!

True, George Rekers isn't a politician. However, he definitely made a life and career in the world of politics -- namely by campaigning against gay marriage, gay rights, and basically anything that would make the LGBT community safer and more equal in the United States.

Like many a Christian right-winger, however, Rekers had a lot of emotional baggage. Clearly, a man who publicly condemns gays only to go on a 10-day trip to Spain with a rent boy isn't right in the head. I won't waste any time wondering why Rekers did what he did -- it simply isn't important.

(OK, I lied. Personally, I think Rekers has been gay his entire life, but for some reason, never left the fire-breathing Baptist religion he practiced. As such, he was unable to have a stable partner and was left with rent boys. A sad situation indeed.)

So, what's the moral of this story? Simple: Don't sleep with politicians -- especially if you're an escort. Politicians always get caught, especially if they're high-profile hypocrites. The rent boy in question -- professionally known as "Lucien" though I think his real name has been released -- is now in dire need of a PR team.

A good PR team can protect him from the media, set up a few choice interviews, and make sure his online reputation gets a good spring cleaning. He seems to be safe for now, though I can only imagine how hard the papers here in Miami have been hounding him this past week.

Remember: An escort must take care in selecting their clients. Why? Because escorts thrive on anonymity. It's one of many things that separates us from street walkers, and enables us to live a relatively anonymous existence. Without out, we're ruined. No one wants to be publicly seen with an escort. We work best under the cover of night.

That being said, I'm glad that Rekers was outed. He's a miserable bastard, and he deserves every bit of misery this scandal brings him.

George Rekers

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Storyteller

When it comes down to it, I think that's what I really am.

It sounds a bit haughty, I know. Some people will read this blog and come off thinking, "Where does this man-whore get off calling himself a storyteller?" I really don't have an answer to that -- only that in addition to escorting, job hunting and doing all the other mundane things in life, I never stopped creating stories.

Clients are always interested, too. Recently, during one of my very last bookings, I brought a story with me at a client's request. It was a novella / short story, about thirty pages. Fantasy, in fact. After we slept together, I read it to her -- all thirty pages, in fact. I was flattered when she asked to keep it.

It's no secret that I've said I would love to be a novelist or screenwriter one day. Perhaps a mix of both. I'm only in my early twenties, but this blog has given me plenty of practice in the world of writing -- and come the end of May, I'll begin writing professionally in a business capacity in New York City.

But where does the inspiration come from? It can come from anywhere, really. Other novels, comics, films, or just an idea that pops into my head after reading the Miami Herald or the New York Times. I specialize in fantasy, horror, a bit of science fiction, too. 

More than one person has said that my soon-to-be-past career in escorting was the perfect training ground to be a romance novelist. I'm not sure if I agree with that. Escorting isn't so much about romance as it is about companionship -- particularly when it comes to servicing women. Still, I do know a lot about relationships. Perhaps combining that with a certain fantastical element could prove successful.

Escort. Storyteller. Communications professional. I'm all of these things, really. It's a shame that I don't get to share each side more often. Only Simone, Rebecca, Adam and Bailey have ever really seen all three sides, all at different times and circumstances, of course. God only knows how I grew to be this way. With escorting about to be over, I guess I'll just be a storyteller and communications professional.

Still, it's the "storyteller" identity that I hope works out in the end.

Maybe then, I'll finally be able to write under my own name. Which, incidentally, also begins with the letter J. A hint? Once, there was a voyage in Greece led by a man, who was looking for something golden. I think that's quite enough ;-)