Love/Hate Relationship

This job for lack of a better term is a love/hate relationship.

I love that I am making money.

It really sucks not knowing where you are going to get the money to pay your bills, but with this job, it's kind of a surprise, to a degree.  You never know when you are going to make money, but when you go home with BILLS in your pockets, it's a good feeling to know that you will be able to pay for your cell, rent, school loans, etc.

However, on the flipside, it has been really slow lately and sometimes there have been nights in the past couple of weeks where I have not felt like doing anything and either not going to work or if I do go in, I don't sit with any clients, and then I still make no money.  Not exactly convincing me to show up for work.

Another good aspect of my job...there are alot of regulars that come in.

Believe it or not, it's not just all bang bang and that's it.  Some clients are like that, others definitely come in to enjoy our conversation and company.  There is one man, named H that will come in to chat and kiss and pay more money than a fuck.  Also, most of the guys that come in are very successful.  I have a met at least a handful that are trying to give me advice on going back to school and get my masters or finding different places to apply for full-time positions (which at this point I still want), etc.

The bad aspects of my job.

Well, besides the money not always being consistent and reliable, there is the aspect that I'm constantly having to put aside my feelings and natural gag reflexes to please a man that may be overweight, not know how to shave right or at all, tiny penises, hearing their bullshit reasons about not using a condom, blah, blah, blah.

Flipside of that, there are some fine men that come in.

Another bad thing about working at this job is that I went from being a very straight-edge girl to being exposed to so many other things that I ever thought I would encounter, like drugs.

I've been offered coke, ecstasy, weed, kush, etc.  It's kinda crazy, but the one thing that I've always wanted to try was coke.  And I've easily fallen into the habit of saying yes.

Last thing that I hate about my job is the guys.  A LOT of them are married.  I'll this once, twice, many times...I won't do this job forever.  One day, it will come that I will have a full time job again and I will meet the man of my dreams and live happily ever after.  But, because of this job, I don't think I can ever fully trust a guy to never cheat on me.  I mean, it is ASTONISHING how many people actually are married, come in and cheat on their wives on a regular basis.  Some of them have disclosed their reasonings as being fed up with their wives, kids, etc.

It makes me wonder, how many wives have an out like these guys!?  Will I ever be able to trust a man that I'm in a serious relationship with?

Well, there you have it...a few reasons why I have a love/hate relationship with my hostess position.

Wish me lots of money.

Cheap Asses...

Last night I was at the club.

In the past, because I've been the new girl, I have gotten screwed over in the past, more or less in tip than anything.  See My first time...

Sometimes when I sit with a new customer, I know which ones to bring up prices and which to not bring up prices.

I hate to stereotype, but men of Middle Eastern decent tend to try to get a fuck and suck for as little of a tip as possible.  Or conveniently "forget" their card.

They'll get me later...

Last night, I sat with someone who I thought I needed to bring up prices.

A few minutes in, he let me know he was "offended" for bringing up money.  Conveniently, he stayed a bit longer, didn't get what he wanted because I was on my period, and he left with the cheapest tip ever.

*scoffs* This is why I bring up prices mo fo...because you're a cheap ass!

This is something that amazes me though.

While the club I work at is purely advertised as providing company and no solicitation, as soon as one starts to touch and feel their way around, it is time for me to give my minimum expected.

I am horrible with this.  I never feel there is the right time to discuss money...especially in this economy...but it must be done.

And...dude...if you've been coming to this club for years, you know what this club is about.

Don't think your shit don't stank!  Time to pay the money for the services rendered.

Vicious cycle...

This post has a double meaning...

First in foremost...this job is not a steady mean of income.

Last week for instance...I worked 4 nights.  Including 1 date, I think I made triple that week than what I've ever made in one week at the club.  For lack of better words, it was nice.

I'm not dumb, I knew that was an unusual week, but definitely something I thought could eventually be attainable through building clientale.

This week, I'm lucky if I've even made 10% of that.  I've only worked three days, but of two of those days, I didn't make any money.

It's amazing...I love sports, but I've always hated professional sports, especially when it is the epi-center of a man's world.

What am I talking about?!?!

I'm talking about NBA.  Playoffs.  And word on the street, it lasts about a month long.

Ugh.

I've been told, some days are good, some days are bad.  In the end, it will all equal out.

Well, cheers, here's to a good money maker week next week...even with the holiday weekend.

Another thing that has made it worse for me is that I haven't quite gotten on the BC.  It's on my mind, but damn it's so expensive.

Once I do get on it, I really want to be on Seasonale.  4 periods a year!!

BRING IT ON!!

My first time...

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An Introduction...

Greetings my little sluts...

Let me tell you a little about myself.  I am a college graduate from an accredited four year university.  I worked hard, and played harder, but I graduated in the normal five years.  I have a wonderful family, I didn't grow up with a disadvantaged life, I actually grew up in a great household.  After college, I interned for about a year until I gained a full time job.  I was fired from that job over bull shit reasons (just under a year of working there), and now, I've found myself in a pickle.  Bills are still due.

With that being said, let me tell you a little bit more.

I am a whore.

I have sex for money, but I consider myself more of a modern day geisha.  I get dressed up in make-up, high heels, tight dresses that may sometimes reveal my ass cheeks from time to time and I try to accentuate my double D breasts to lure the guys in.  I am not a prostitute...I do not own a corner, and you will not find me looking for customers on the corner.  I work in a Gentleman's Club and I use my art of conversation before I use the art of my mouth.

This blog is a spin off of the popular book "Belle du Jour: The Diary of an Unlikely Call Girl".

Until then...