Q & A

Lately my clients have questions for me. All of the ones I have seen lately are infrequent participants, so perhaps they are curious. I like to answer questions. I like to be the authority and hold forth. Saturday night I had the couple, mentioned previously who talked me down in price. They got a free half hour and actually tipped so it worked out well. They were young (meaning my age) and nice looking. They brought their own hard lemonade to drink and dental dams for safety insurance. I would rather not eat pussy at all than lick it through a piece of smelly, synthetic, latex, but I indulged her. We did all the usual, vanilla stuff you would imagine happening with a couple but she kept interrupting the action to ask me questions. The questions were mostly about safety and how I insure that for myself. I have my methods which are a combination of magic, rational thinking, learning from past mistakes but mostly I listen to my gut. I have only regretted the times when I ignored my gut (both at work and in real life). But sometimes guts can get over protective. My boyfriend’s gut is always worried. He had a bad feeling about the couple. My rational thinking was people do not murder in pairs. I had their phone number which I googled and it came up clean. I spoke to both of them on the phone (gut was good). I googled the man’s name (since he was not needing to lie to his wife, he gave me a real name and I decided he was trustworthy based on his profession) Then I left all that info at home for my boyfriend to report to the police in case it was necessary. Turns out they also did their homework reading my reviews, that they figured I got my boyfriend to write. Left my address in their hotel room in case the police would use it as a clue and meanwhile we busted through all our doubts and fears to actually meet, get naked and enjoy each other.

The next curious client had called me a week earlier and wouldn’t call me from his cell phone. Here is a case where rational and gut struggled over his legitimacy. I googled his land line and it came up clean. I told him to be at my door last week some day at a specific time but not to knock so as not to disturb the downstairs neighbors. This is a safety ploy. I figure murderers won’t want to risk being witnessed or heard by others so whether my neighbors are home or not, I put on their lights and act like they are just to inhibit a potential bad guy. He didn’t show up, which I wrote off to cold feet and fulfilling my quota of time-wasting which happens in most types of business. He called me back this week and told me about last week and how he found my place and figured something came up with me, but I had no way to contact him. He went out of his way to prove that he knew and had seen the location. I believed he could find me, but not wanting to be fooled twice, I asked what was the part that went wrong. I discovered he was waiting for me on the sidewalk. I am not going out to the sidewalk. I told him to be at the door this time. “What about your neighbors?” he asked. This was a big concern to him, but not out of murderer fear, this was cheating on the wife fear. He managed to follow instructions and I did the neighbor lights on trick. He wants to be dominated and please me by whatever means necessary. This is the most often heard request. Within 10 minutes of him walking in the door, he is naked and restrained and I am running a whartenberg wheel on his most sensitive areas. (that is a pizza cutter look alike surgical tool with spikey points.) I notice he is trembling. “Are you scared?” I ask. “Well, yeah!” he admits gesturing to his tied up hands. Luckily I am not a murderer. He asked more questions about the neighbors, the landlord, the length of time I was there (after he came) and I answered him.

The guy asked me to visit him at his Best Western at the airport hotel. No, thank you. Have you ever read in escort ads they will travel to upscale hotels? That is a rational idea that if the guy doesn’t have money for a nice hotel, then how can he afford me? He asked me later why I didn’t want to visit him and I told him exactly that. He said, “Well did you ever think that maybe I was saving money on the hotel so that I could come and see you?” No, but that is rational as well. He was stiff on the phone, but I can recognize that and the gut was ok. He wore a hiking hat which made me feel at ease immediately. He had actually seen me before 6 years ago and remembered things about me. I remembered nothing about him, but I liked talking with him. He was in the psychology field. He asked me personal questions and also one about the neighbors. The neighbor one, “You have orgasms like that with downstairs neighbors!” He asked if I felt bad about doing my current work simultaneously while working as a therapist. I did wonder what he imagined could be difficult about that and I should have asked him that, but I answered, “Well I am doing the same thing in both locations. Trying to love and understand people, so I feel in integrity.”