Treading Water

I feel these days like I’m just sitting around waiting to work. If I get too busy doing something else I’ll miss that rare, last-minute call that actually turns into money. Such was the case Saturday, Sunday and Monday when I had two escort outcalls and a BDSM incall, in that order, two of which were last minute. And I went out right then and there. I’ll write about the sessions later. Right now my mind is on this feeling of being On Call, twiddling my thumbs, trying not to spend any money.

I had appointments set up for yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Yesterday’s outcall canceled on me at the last minute in spite of having given me his home address, landline and real name. Earlier in the day he’d called up asking if I could meet earlier and I said no. I’d already canceled dinner plans with my aunt so I could do this call. I gave him 30 minutes to “do some juggling” (his words) before I’d take it upon myself to cancel our appointment and continue with my own plans that evening. Sure enough he called back twenty minutes later to say we were still on for the same time, then asked, “Oh, by the way. Do you have any reviews I could check out?” In fact I have been reviewed, years ago, under two different names. The reviews are positive, but they are all also filled with descriptions and activities that I may or may not want to do with everyone. I’m using yet a new name now in order to avoid that as well as mean message board gossip about how funny it is when retired whores get desperate for money again.

“No,” I said, remembering the two escort references he’d sent linked to their reviews, which included reviews from himself. “And I’d rather you didn’t review me either.” Usually I tell clients in person not to review me and until last month, that had been respected.

Finally, about an hour before the appointment, he called up aaalllll apologetic about getting tied up at work, not even postponing for later in the evening. Obviously I had spoiled part of his fun by not wanting to be reviewed. And I wasn’t accommodating enough to his last minute schedule changes (which turned out to be easy enough for him to deal with after all, hmm). Over the phone he came off slightly bossy in spite of all his apologies, and from the description he sent of himself (I don’t ask for anybody’s resume) I gathered he’s at that place in his career where he gets to start taking on the role of Commander. I don’t respond well to commands, no matter how subtle. I guess if I needed the money THAT much, I would have met him earlier, as he wanted. As I had done the night before with a last-minute BDSM “submissive” client who I might not have dealt with had I not been feeling pinched for cash (I’ll write about this one later). Still reeling from that one, the whore instinct in me whispered, “He’s testing you. Don’t let him push you around now or it will be worse in person.” And something in him must have said, “No, she won’t be impressed and submissive enough, and she doesn’t have any reviews so I can know exactly what kind of girl I’m dealing with in order to keep everything under my control. And I won’t get to review her and increase my standing in the community.” So he came up with a polite excuse, but dished it out at the last minute, pretty well fucking up my eveing. It was too late to reschedule with my aunt by then. Just a guess.

Tonight I was supposed to do a BDSM incall with a guy I’d seen long ago as an escort, who wanted to try some kinky strap-on and CBT. Here’s the e-mail I just got:

I have a serious headache and am sneezing like crazy.  Assume I am coming down with something.  Will have to re-schedule for after Thanksgiving.

Sorry.

Ever hopeful, I’m looking forward to an escort outcall tomorrow with somebody who claims he’s coming to stay at a hotel for business. But we’ll see.

In any case, I’m just going to fuck being On Call today. That means staying away from my e-mail too. There is more to life than waiting around like this.