"Falling in love with a shemale escort!"

[thaibound]

a short and perhaps interesting read. nothing we haven't seen (if not experienced! ) before. but a reminder that the reasons not to fall in love don't only apply to the ladyboys of thailand:

http://www.shemaleblog.com/index.php?paged=2

[stogie bear]

Falling in love with an Escort

It is that time of year when fluffy teddy bears and red ribbons are in every store, reminding us all of us that Valentine's Day is upon us. It therefore seems an ideal time to give a mention to that ultimate dilemma: Falling in love with a TS Escort.

"That will never happen to me" you say with ultimate confidence but do not be so sure. I am an escort and I can assure you that it does happen. Sometimes you do not notice it early enough to be able to nip it in the bud. By then you may have reached the point where I may start to think "Yeah, this is possible, I can make this work!" but have you considered the hurdles you will need to overcome whether you are, like me the escort, or you the guy involved in this liaison? OK, so where do we start?

How about sex? (as this is the most likely reason why we both met.) It was great, right? We both got our rocks off big time and either one or both of us shot our loads like never before. When we get together, it's fireworks and we seem to be able to read each other's sexual cues and do the right thing at just the right time.

Then it comes to the pillow talk afterwards and we seem to always have something to talk about and our time together always seems to end far too quickly. You walk out of the door after a big cuddle and a tender kiss and as I shut the door, you are already trying to work out when we will meet again, as you know I could never show that level of emotion unless I truly had feelings for you?

Errm, actually no, it may simply be that I am randy bitch that knows how to give a true GFE (Girl Friend Experience), that I have seen enough men to know how to push the right buttons and I am a naturally good conversionalist, which means that I am simply a real pro who knows how to get a regular clientele. We move on a couple of days and you think, "Why don't I give her a call, ask her out for a drink?" so you pick up the phone and call. Unbeknown to you, I have had a shitty day, a bunch of no-shows, an abusive arsehole on the phone and a guy who was too big and didn't seem to care that I had tears streaming down my face from the pain and then, later that evening, the phone rings...

I answer and hear the voice of one my favourite clients, one that treats me like a human being and seems to enjoy my company for more than just the sex and he says "Hi, it's Joe, how are you doing? I'm in the area and wondered if you fancied a drink?"

This is where I make the ultimate mistake. "Sure, why not" I say, as I think how nice it would be to lose myself in alcohol and have a nice chat with a friendly person. "Great!" you say as you now know that I am endeared towards you and I am willing to give up earning time to be with you. So we meet at a local bar and I am glad to see you and you are pleased that I did indeed show up and was not simply pulling your strings. We start to chat about our usual things and you ask "How was your day?" and as a pro I automatically reply "Oh you know, the usual, nothing special but OK" and the first screwdriver goes down all too easily so the second one chases after it and by the third, the pain in my arse starts to numb and my professionalism starts to slip and by the fourth, I start to mention details about my personal life, which is not such a good idea, but you seem to have a look of understanding in your eye, which tainted by the vodka, gets me talking a bit too much.

The fact that I am now talking about things that you would not usually expect to hear makes you feel even closer to me and the attraction grows stronger. Then the cellphone rings. The tired look in my eye suddenly vanishes and my eyes sparkle at I talk to one of my regular clients, asking how his daughter did in the skating tournament, whilst at the same time, arranging a date and time for his next visit.

Now one of two things can happen at this stage. Either, it dawns on you that I am just one hell of a pro who knows exactly how to make her clients feel good and you realise that maybe, just maybe, I know you just a little too well and I consider you nothing more than a valued client or... you feel a strong pang of jealousy that I seem to be getting so well with another man and you wish that the sparkle in my eye was only ever pointed in one direction, yours.

If it is the former, then I have just lost one of my regular clients as you see that I can duplicate quite easily that bond that you thought was quite unique, you no longer feel so special and all you see in front of you now, is a hooker who is simply damn good at what she does.

Or it's the latter, you now see every one of my clients as potential competition and you decide that it would be so much better if you took care of me and got me away from such a torrid business. Time moves on a little bit and it turns out you were the type that got the pang of jealousy. So you start sending me flowers, I got lovey-dovey emails and you tell me how special I am and it now becomes clear to me just what the situation has led to and I now have to make a big big decision.

Do I tell you straight up that it was a big misunderstanding, that I should have never let things get this far? and hope that I will not get a nasty kickback, that you will not call me a cheap whore who teases men, is incapable of love and is just, at the end of the day a money grabbing bitch and then hang up the phone on me as I am left yet again to stare for a few hours at the bottle of Valium and sitting next to it, enticing me, with the large bottle of vodka...

Or do I go down the other road and roll with it, accepting the love and affection whilst knowing that things will only get more complicated from here on?

So I jump in all the way, now we are an item and we go out for a meal together holding each other closely and feeling the warmth from each other as we walk down the street to the restaurant. The meal gets off to a perfect start and the wine is fine and then it happens, it's that cellphone again, ringing it's dreaded tune, begging to be answered, vibrating across the table trying to work it's way closer to my hand and I look at you. I can see that you do not want me to answer it but I need the money, I always need the money, there is never enough for what I need to do and it never comes in fast enough and in an instant my hand snaps to the phone like some possessed demon and my suggestive inviting voice oozes down the phone line.

Oh no, it's my best client, the financial broker with the Porsche who always tips me extra, buys me gorgeous lingerie and who always has a joint waiting for me every time I arrive at his fabulous penthouse overlooking the whole city and to top it all, he has a great body and is a wild wild fuck. What am I to do? he wants to see me in an hour, wants me to stay the night, he says he has a special treat for me and I know just how disappointed he gets when he can't get his favourite girl, usually shunning me for a few months, leaving me to wonder whether he has a new favourite? and so it happens, "sure darling" I purr down the phone "I will be there.... yes, I will wear that La Perla set you bought for me, with the garter and stockings I promise" and in a final whisper "with no knickers of course".

During this whole conversation, I can see you shuffling uncomfortably in your seat as you know that we will not get past the entrees, that I will get up, get my coat, drop by the apartment to do a quick change into "that" lingerie and that within the next couple of hours, some stranger you have never met is going to be fucking me senseless, taking me from behind, holding on the garter belt, driving his cock deep me into whilst I will most likely be squealing in delight just like I do with you.

So, where it does it go from here. Well, the call will come a day or two later and once again, it comes down to two possible outcomes. The first is where you say "Look hon, I think you are the greatest and I think so much of you but I just can't handle the thought of you fucking other guys, even if it is only for the money. It is obvious you like what you do and I can't make you stop so we will just have to go our own way. Sorry hon, but it ain't going to work" and the valium and vodka now glow like neon signs on Broadway, whispering to me "you know it is always going to end like this, why put yourself through it?".

Or perhaps the conversation will go something like this, "Hi hon, I was really upset when you had to leave but I understand why you did and what I really want is for us to be together and I will do whatever it takes to make that happen. I will look after you, give you the things you need but I just need to know that you will be mine" and I reply "OK, come over and let's talk about it" knowing that this is the stage where it will all fall apart, that it will be over and we will both be heartbroken as we both realise that we simply cannot make it happen but a there is faint glimmer of hope and I hang on to that for that brief period of time before you turn up at my door.

"You earn how much?" you say in astonished surprise, you whole body lifting from the couch, "where does it all go?" and then you learn why girls like us do what we do, it is the need to be the perfect woman, that unrelenting need to perfect oneself and the willingness to spend anywhere between $20,000 and $100,000 on cosmetic surgery and procedures to reach that goal and even should your love be so strong as to be willing to spend that much on me so that I give up the game and become your one and only, will I remain faithful? will I miss the variety? will I miss the guy in the penthouse? and finally, will you still love me when I turn my cock inside out and call myself a true woman? or does it really boil down to the fact that you love my cock and the way that I use it?

Before you let yourself fall in love with an escort, consider how high the stakes may be and be aware of just how much each or both of you will have to change to make it work. Sometimes, the status quo is the best option and perhaps accepting that it will always be business but with a personal edge is the best way to go. Will Prince Charming turn up at my door and sweep me off my feet? Maybe he will but I doubt he will show up as one of my clients? Truth or fiction? Let me just say that I keep the valium and the vodka at different ends of the apartment


Fantastic piece...

Every board member should read this and learn from it. Sure would be a whole lot less bullshit love affairs between lonely middle aged fools and pretty little teenage hookers.

[katoeylover]

Wow! Brilliant....

a cool insight.

[Guest]

If any of us middle age fucksticks fall in love you can kiss your ass goodbye. Love is a "One Way Street" with you just trying all the damn time to please the fucking gal and say and do the right things, while all the while they are planning their escape!! Enjoy the buffet while in LOS and leave all the entrees on the menu for the rest of us mongers!!

[razrman]

Simply fantastic! I hope that pours cold water onto anybody that thought otherwise!
This certainly applies to the vast majority of P4P ladyboys. However I do know one rare professional ladyboy that switches off her mobile phone the entire time she's in my company.

[TTChang]

(stogie bear @ Jan. 15 2008,10:23) Every board member should read this and learn from it. Sure would be a whole lot less bullshit love affairs between lonely middle aged fools and pretty little teenage hookers.

Well i've read it .....  

....And have feelings of 'deja vu'  

'Learn from it'? -  c'mon, admit it, you would miss squirming at TTChang's Trip Reports now wouldn't you?

[stogie bear]

Same thing happened top me with a topless dancer called 'Angel' in Dallas in the early nineties...

I really thought I had a shot... what a fool I was!

[Foggy]

Same happened to me in Vegas with a lap dancer in Olympic Gardens. She did come to the Uk but what a mistake... cost loads...

[thaibound]

(Foggy @ Jan. 17 2008,11:03) Same happened to me in Vegas with a lap dancer in Olympic Gardens. She did come to the Uk but what a mistake... cost loads...

olympic gardens??
i'm in vegas now and the girls there are *extraordinary*
of course they also make more in one dance than the superstars of pattaya make in a week.
i hope she didn't fly to the UK on an hourly!

[Foggy]

This was going back 10 years or more ago and havent been back since, so wouldnt know the rates there now. Sure were some hot girls there then.
At the time we seemed to 'hit it off' and it was fun while it lasted.
True lust...

[Fred_Nguyen]

(Foggy @ Jan. 18 2008,01:03) what a mistake... cost loads...  

Did you give her loads in return?

[Foggy]

 In fairness to her sex was never a problem and, yes got loads in return. But unfortunately she had a Jeckal and Hide personallity and would fly off the handle at the drop of a hat.
The final straw came when she threatened to have me killed by her bothers over an arguement about ordering the wrong coffee... thats when I figured if I have to I can smoke my own Banana... bye bye sweety

[bangkoksins]

I really enjoy stories like that. Reminds me of Stephen Leather's Private Dancer (which btw is a must read for anyone in the p4p scene and while available in book can be had foc for download if you know how to Google).

I am sure most that live in Bangkok have been in a situation similar where you think you can make a what you think is a difference. I know when I first arrived I very almost fell into that trap.

[Naang Faa]

Same thing happened top me with a topless dancer called 'Angel' in Dallas in the early nineties...

I really thought I had a shot... what a fool I was!

How many times do i have to say sorry?
I was young naive,working my way through college.......

x

[bangkoksins]

How many times do i have to say sorry?
I was young naive,working my way through college.......

You mean you did not fid him hansum man?

Ps. Will DIC buy Liverpool?