there are clients that will pay what you ask for. they understand what you do is not easy and pay it without question. they know if they pay your rate you will do the best job you can do. extra if needed. a tip if you deserve it
then there are clients that will complain saying what you charge is outrageous! highway robbery! oh my god, i wouldn't pay that!
...well, you contacted me. if you don't like it try and find another guys who will do it for that little and you will understand why they charge less...
or they will bait you:
"oh that's too much...." waiting for you to lower your rate
or the old "it will be really easy job for you. can you do it for $100?" the 'easy jobs' are always the most difficult with the most painful of men
i gave in once. many years ago. "it will be really easy job," he said, "i just want someone to lick my balls while i jerk off." i was in a good mood, had no plans for the night and the cash was good. i agreed to $100. i turned up and the guy was an uppity urban gay who look like tennis player from the mid-80s. he was desperate to charm me, and over-stepping the client hooker boundaries and started treating it like it was a hook up. i was uncharmed by a cocky gay who looked like the nose-job ravaged father from Keeping up with the Kardashians. he pulls out a crack pipe
"you want some?"
"no thanks"
he seems disappointed. so i start licking his balls while he jerks off. i'm lying on my back while he's kneeling over my face jerking off.
10 minutes.
20 minutes - he seemed to be on the verge of blowing his load
40 minutes - my freaking tongue is aching. tugging his balls every now and then to give my face a break
50 minutes - he says he's just about to come but he's been flogging that dead horse for ages now and i'm ready to bite down and rip this faggot's nut sack off. i've had enough. i'm about to snap! i imagine my teeth clamping down. i'm growling like a rabid dog as blood spraying all over the bed. yanking my face away as the vas deferens stretch like elastic before snapping apart and dangling down my bloody chin, wiggling and spraying blood in all directions as the gristle of his testes pop like grapes between my teeth
60minutes... i even give him a few minutes more, but this crackhead is not about to cum. "that's an hour mate."
"this is great. don't you want to stay?"
"another hour will be another 100."
"oh." not only was he annoyed, but he also felt like i had rejected him
he called every 2 months for the next 2 years. trying to haggle down from full fare. "but it will be an easy job for you. last time you did it for 100. why not again?"
"because it wasn't easy. it's 200 from now on."
most clients that will try to talk you down are asian clients. they can be extremely difficult at the best of times. wanting everything. wanting a discount. i know it's part of their culture to bargain, but it's not going to be a good session if the hooker is pissed off before they even meet
jimmy was a little asian man in his 50s. he just wanted to sniff amyl, suck my dick and have his nipples tweaked. it was always a daytime incall meet so a discount was fine. but Jimmy was agony. he was a like a little chihuahua. he turned up and barged his way into to my apartment, stripping off and barking orders. "come on. come on! let's go!" he'd been in the room for less than a minute before i stood up while he sat in the lounge, his chubby little fingers strangling my dick back and forth, "come on. get hard! get hard!" he'd suck my dick for 2 seconds "play my tits!" suck. suck "harder!" he'd sniff so much amyl the fumes would waft up and make my cock go soft again "get hard! make it hard!"
a few times i would clench my fist above his head and dream of smacking his jaw off his head. even that fantasy was interrupted because i didn't have both hands torturing his leathery nipples "play my tits! twist them!"
this would go on at full speed for an hour. not 45 minutes. not 55 minutes. but exactly 60. "no cum yet! still time! still time!" whether i was ready to come or be he, didn't matter. he wanted the full hour. past the point where it was enjoyable for either party. he would insist on it! he would be shuddering. bordering on orgasm. his shiny black hair thrashing about, but he would never blow his load early. he'd be there shouting orders in broken english. his jowls stuffed with my cock yet still bossing this hard worker about like a little Mao Zedong. except he wasn't waving a little red book, but waving his little red cock, back and forth, abused and battered, constantly checking his watch until the 59minute
"OK. cum. cum now! now! cum now!"
he'd blow and every time i would think he's about to die from all the tension and amyl. that wouldn't be so bad. he was little. his body would fit down the trash chute.
so yes. i did see him a few times. probably once a month for a year. nothing changed. same barking orders. same dragging it out to the 59th minute and then demanding i cum. i think once i managed to blow. other times i couldn't or wouldn't. one time i snapped "i'm not a fucking dog. i can't cum when you whistle!"
made no difference. he didn't listen
then there are clients who seem to catch you at the right time. right when you're broke (or $18K in debt after a stupid move to the Yarra Valley with a stupid boyfriend) and you want to score the contract. they seem to smell the desperation on you. when you don't have the upper hand, this is not a game you want to be playing
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