by gum

always carry gum

you never know when someone is gonna drop the ball and give you a call. they need you there. right now. sometimes it's annoying when the client doesn't plan ahead and wants you there right away. sometimes that last minute "are you available?" has saved me from situations i was dying to get out of

for women. i guess you need to go home and wash your bits, but for men find any bathroom, whip your cock out and run it under the tap. hail a taxi and get to work.

you can get away with being a bit sweaty. if you're fucking them, both of you are going to end up sweaty soon enough.
you can get away not wearing the finest clothes. unless it requires fetish gear, you are going to be naked soon anyway.
you can get away with not brushing your hair or having grease under your nails. few people want perfection. many clients want a real person anyway
but you can't get away with bad breath.

draw that client into your arms for that close sensual kiss and as your mouth open spews out a barrage of garlic.
you pull them in to undo their tie you are going to bound their hands behind their back with later, slowly unbuttoning their shirt and suddenly you burp that up that spicy kebab you scoffed down at lunch

no. no one wants that kind of realism

at the least minute you might not be able to find a kwik-e-mart nearby so always carry gum. i think every pocket in every item of clothing has gum stashed in there.

no bubble gum. you need ultra-minty gum ready to freshen the mouth of the filthiest whore



and don't eat indian food. ever