…that made the phones go crazy with gentlemen looking for same day appointments, which I couldn’t accommodate, already having a full day to look forward to.
I ended up taking two two hour bookings earlier on in the week, on top of which I was to meet the warrior that is Adorable Amy who’s in town working for a few days. By the time I got home on Wednesday night I was completely knackered. I had to take the day off yesterday to recuperate. Man, I’m getting old. I remember the days when I used to go nightclubbing, get home at 4am, then be up again at 6am and put in a full day’s work on two hour’s sleep. Now I need a day just to get over the previous day.
Anyway, after a momentary blip when I thought she’d been kidnapped and murdered (long story, the upshot is she really needs to get herself a new work phone) I met Amy at Waterloo Stn. on Wednesday morning and I took her to Honour Fetishwear Shop on Lower Marsh St. so she could look around at the gear they sold. If you remember, it’s where I bought my Killer Heels from (honestly, that’s the name of the manufacturer’s, Killer Heels). We both spat at the floor at the mere mention of Ann Summers and I told her that to get proper stuff that lasts more than a week, Honour’s was the place. She ended up buying a lovely pencil skirt made out of a shimmering-looking material that looked just fabulous on her when she tried it on. Great for the secretary look. I bought this skirt. Do you remember it? I mentioned buying it before and I thought how great my bum would look in it, so I had to have it.
After that, it was on to Yo Sushi’s for lunch and a catch-up. We gabbled away like two hens, saw somebody we both think we recognised on the telly, and munched our way through some lovely Japanese food. After that I took her to one of my favourite cake shops, Konditor and Cook on Roupell St. They sell decadently delicious slices of cake that are so huge you can have one as a meal, which I in fact did later on that night. Not very nutritious, I know.
Anyway, after we both treated ourselves, I had to get off to Victoria, Amy had to get back to her hotel. She walked me to the bus stop to catch the bus to Victoria Stn. Tell you what, not sure what it is with shorter people who walk really fast. I’ve got a good few inches on Amy and I found myself almost running to catch up with her. It’s the same with SJ. She had litttle piddly legs and must’ve been all of 5ft 0″, but man could she move.
Back to Victoria to get ready for my 4pm client. He’s the one I call Clark Kent. He looks as unassuming as you can get, then when I get his clothes off, it’s like a transformation. True, he doesn’t turn into Superman and whilst he’s unable to leap tall buildings, he is able to leap tall women, namely me. After our two hours was up he changed back into Clark Kent, looked totally unassuming again and off he went home.
I had an hour’s rest until my 7pm turned up. It was a client whom I saw only last week but was so impressed with my services he made another booking to come back again. He wanted somebody that was sexually and sensuously dominant, which I had no problem doing. Throw in a bit of facesitting and it made for a great booking.
Inbetween there were phone calls asking for last minute bookings. There must’ve been something in the water on Wednesday, as there seemed to be an urgency to get laid, like now. Sorry chaps, you snooze you lose.
Home for me by 9pm, which means I didn’t get in until gone 10pm. I was too shattered to make something to eat, so I just had the cake with a glass of milk. As I said, not very nutritious I know, but it filled a hole and it was straight to bed not long after. A brilliant day on Wednesday.
I took the day off yesterday and would’ve loved another booking today to finish off a great week. But today was more of the same. Last minute phone calls from guys wanting to get laid yesterday. In amongst that I’ve made a booking for tomorrow afternoon at 2pm. We’ll see if it comes to fruition though. Anybody that really wants to get laid immediately rarely wants to wait a day or two, so they look elsewhere. I’ll know by 10am in the morning when the gent has to confirm.
I don’t know if the long-time readers of my blog remember me having a moan about snowed in clients wanting me to come out to them the last time we had weather like this back in January/February.