Wednesday, June 28, 2006
"Just one Pill Will Make It Better, Just One Pill and We'll Be Flying High La La La La" !!
I have had a pretty hectic evening as it goes. I had two bookings one, one hour booking, and the other a two hour one. How bizarre is this I got fucked on two water beds. They both had one ! They are not all they are cracked up to be let me tell you, infact I ended up laying on my back instead of being on top, it put me right of my stroke.The first client I saw was making the most of having the house to himself as his wife was away at a health spa. He was harmless enough, boring with it, and was a shit fuck, although he did make a mean cocktail. We sat outside in his bar which overlooked onto his swimming pool. He did suggest at one point we go in, but as I had another client to see straight after it wasn't practical, back to back bookings I like to call them, (Running late, or lost if a client asks) Even if the next booking is the third client you have seen that day, clients don't need to know the ins or outs, only that there cock is the first and only one you have seen that day.
I left discreetly after he had peered outside checking the coast was clear. My next bootycall was about 25 miles away. I decided to call Tom and let him know I was running late and tell him I had been stuck in traffic. No answer, I tried again and it just went onto his voicemail. At this point I thought fuck it and started to head the other way. I thought it was a bogus booking and stored his number in my cell as a timewaster. At this point I wasn't pissed off as I would normally have been if this had happened,I would have been fuming but I hadn't gone out of my way so I was cool.
I had got just down the road and Tom called to say he had been feeding his horses and had missed the calls. Anyway, I turned around and made my way to his house. Tom sounded totally different,that is to what I had imagined him too have been, from going by his voice.
On the phone he sounded like he was a young bloke who was home alone as his parents were on holiday or something like that. I was totally wrong, he had this huge bungalow in loads of acres of land which was mint, I was right, yes he was home alone but only because his wife of 25 years had buggered off and left him.
Oh dear, I could tell at this point, as he stood there fixing us both huge Bombay sapphire with tonic it was going to be a therapy session. He was nice enough but im no Oprah ! Im glad I hadn't been powdering my nose especially when he started cranking up the Lighthouse Family on his Denon, what a waste listening to that piffle.
After over an hour of listening to the last 25 years of his life I suggested we go and relax in his bedroom. As we lay on the bed or rippled more like he decided to let me know he hadn't had sex for two years and found it hard to get it up. Great here we go again I was thinking, to be fair I didn't mind as he was a nice client and wasn't really annoying me. Anyway this wont happen again as I have taken matters into my own hands and just ordered 1oo Kamagra little fellas, job done !
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Don't I know you from somewhere
I can't believe that this has just happened, I had a 1.15 appointment today he said that his name was Chris. I went downstairs to open the door to him, and there standing in front of me is only a guy that used to work in my office, when I last had a proper job back in 2001.I must say that this is the first time that this has ever happened. People often ask me if I ever bump into someone in these circumstances. I don't know if he recognized me if he did, he certainly didn't say anything. I even remember meeting his wife at a Christmas party !!
I'm having a good week so far no dramas to report as yet !! But I have noticed that I have stalkers living on this blog, There seems to be now, three permanent visitors on here 24/7 yikes !! What's all that about ? Do one !
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Eye Eye !!!
Landed at my 8.3o booking this evening which had been booked earlier on. I knocked on the porch door and stood waiting for Chris to open the door. Standing in front of me was a man with one eye ! I wasn't that shocked that Cyclops had greeted me, but I didn't know where to look.He led me upstairs into his parents bedroom whilst he mumbled something about them being "Down the Caravan" He was no spring chicken so you can imagine what his parents style bedroom looked like. Crammed full of trinkets and cheap tat even his moms reading glasses and women's weekly were left at the side of the bed.
I tried to make polite conversation by asking what had happened to his eye. Apparently he had had a crash. I said how much poke did you get he said he got 45 K. I lay on the bed which he had laid some itchy old camping blanket, I didn't mention my dislike of it. I took his shorts off and he had the smallest dick ever !
He had a little fumble then started to go down on me. Well I think that was what he was doing I didn't look. He kept licking for ages the top part of my bean. I kept trying to tell him it was the wrong place but thinking back maybe he was off balance due to him only having one eye. This is embarrassing but I soon got into it and came just for the hell of it. All of a sudden he shot up and said his neighbors were at the door. He told me he would say he was busy, gutted I thought he would have said I had to go.
Anyway he came back upstairs and said they were in the garden and had come to see his fish pond ??
I told him how disappointed I was and not to worry I would go and that I did. Pip Pip Cheerio !! Thank god for his visitors.
Confession Time !!
Friday, June 23, 2006
When your ready
I don't think it has been my week regarding punter profiles. I have had to entertain one that told me he was a manic depressive and I have just landed back from a client that only had one eye. What's all that about ? You tell me !! Im thinking about moving my advert to GQ or Nuts then maybe I wont attract so many mingers. I was dying for a good fuck as well today.Anyway arrived at my 8PM booking last night which he had requested I stay for two hours. When a call comes through like that you expect it to nine times out of ten be a decent punter with plenty of poke lots of drink coke and up for a good time. Well I landed at this clients apartment which I kind of new where and what they were like as I went to visit another punter there not long back.
So I was expecting a kind of youngish client on the level and in my mind expecting to enjoy the two hour booking. I put his quivering voice, which was so obvious when he called me earlier on to book the meeting down to nerves or maybe too many lines of the posh stuff.
I made an extra effort with choosing what to wear, what I mean is, let me explain. I love my clobber I always have and always will. I am so fussy about my swag and always like to look mint, don't forget this is all pre "The Devils Dandruff" before I start to metamorphise from babe to boot, think mint becomes bint ! I'm only being honest, im under no illusion that drugs make you look fly, well the amount of coke I do in just one sitting whilst on a bender, make me think you rock girl. Actually I am chatting shit I have just checked the mirror and I have just put my fees up ! Ha
Anyway getting back to the point which was last nights client, Alan buzzed me in which said it all really I don't like to be detrimental but when they say "It's all in the name" they had got a point. Alan actually was an Alan if that makes sense. He closed the door and led me into his lounge, I sat on his three piece suite facing him whilst he sank back into "his armchair"He had laid the wonga neatly on his coffee table.
I discretely scanned the perimeter of the room, clocking his white MFI flatpack shelves crammed full to the brim of crappy DVD and video box set collections having every series ever made, you could say Alan was a keen collector most of them were Inspector Morse, series one to fucking ten thousand ! Alongside more bullshit infact everything but porn.
Anyway breaking the ice I suggested he fix me a nice glass of something. The best he could come up with was a warm glass of flat cider, having told me the reason why in a little too much detail, bearing in mind I only met him five minutes ago and he could be anyone. Great he is a manic depressive which when you hear that and know nothing about what it means it sounds kinda scary. Even his apartment had no oomph if you know what I mean bland just one of those homes that has no vibes.
Anyway within ten minutes he piped up and said "shall we retire to the bedroom" Fucking retire hello ! Anyway I follow "Alan" into his bedroom which was even blander than his lounge he had this green thing going on with the duvet which he had pulled back ready to "retire"into. I asked him, if he didn't mind pulling it back so we could lie ontop of the bed. Yuk I wasn't going to lay my booty anywhere near his gism dribbled bottom sheet.
He kept staring at me, I think he was waiting for me to peel his clothes off, that was until he figured out quite quick that, that was not going to happen. He then dropped the bombshell,the reason was he had booked me for two hours was because he took ages to come. Ages, that was an understatement, I nearly gave him a refund that's how bad it became.
At one point I felt really bad as in, well come on look at the poke the man has paid you just to toss him off. Then I thought no, fuck off my arm aches like hell. This situation I was faced with is my worse nightmare.I can usually put up with what is thrown at me but this is not a job for RoxyFoxy.
I ended up making him bash it himself I told him he needed to do it himself. He kept saying im nearly there and I kept asking him "how long" then: "how near" then when he did cum I asked him if it was a good one as if I cared.
Hello Boyz
Thursday, June 22, 2006
The Whore From 54
Well I'm less than 24 hours away from getting the keys to my new pad. The dramas I have been having are a joke to say the least. I'm sure I will be sprouting a few grey hair's !Do you realize how hard it is to get a mortgage when you have no proof of earning. Every day seems to be more and more money having to be payed out to different people. Every time I do a booking that fee is allocated to something or another. All I seem to be doing is lying on my back to pay solicitors and builders.
My hot tub has gone out of the window for the time being due to not accounting for certain bills. Im sure when I have settled in I will be back up again. I can't even go on a bender things are that bad, that can surely only be a good thing.
Anyway not like me to moan so I will shut up it will all be fine I am sure. So the whore from 54 will finally be moving to pastures new wish me luck and I will be back soon. Love me xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Room Service !!!
Well I have just entertained a client, I had to meet him at a Hilton Hotel. He asked me if I was into spanking, I clarified that he meant him being spanked not me. I get really fucked off if a client really thinks that it's ok to ask if he can spank me. In your dreams mate as if I would let some punter rough me up.Anyway it was him that wanted to be spanked. So he requested that I would arrive at his room for 8.30PM. I explained to him that I wasn't really a dominatrix therefore I hadn't got any equipment to bring with me. Telling this to him seemed to please him even more. He told me not to worry just come straight to his room.
Well I knocked on his door and stood there waiting, which always seems like forever. I could feel the adrenaline pumping , knowing for a split second that his eye would be staring right at me through the spy hole on the door.
When a client opens the door, this is the point which I guess both our worlds collide both in such different ways. I have now all of a sudden become real by not just being an advert in the back of a complimentary magazine in the hotel room. More than likely the guy has been pacing up and down the room, which he has been doing ever since he put the phone down. He is feeling so smug, The coast is clear, he told his wife earlier he loved her and was missing the kids,and he was having an early night. Infact I bet he told her he was that tired that he would be turning his cell off.
He opened the door and I quickly scurried into his room waiting to hear the door shut before I turned around. I introduced myself to break the ice whilst at the same time I am having to make sure everything around me is sweet. As in, I have just knocked on a strangers door who has called me within the last hour. Hotels are fine so I wasn't too worried.
I sorted out the wonga which he handed to me in a envelope arr he even wrote "For Kate one hour's fee as discussed"
Well after I familiarized myself with his mini bar we went into the bedroom:
Well fuck me !! Holy Moly is all I can say, no wonder all he had on was a towel, Fucking Tarzan had only helped himself to what looked like half of the hotel's weeping willow tree from out of the car park.
King of the jungle, had clocked the weeping willow tree whilst parking his car earlier on after his meeting. He had then gone back out through the fire exit after dinner, god only knows how he managed to get half a tree onto his bed.
He was happy as Larry (whoever Larry is Ha) he wanted me to crack the living daylights out of him whilst he lay on the bed.
Well, when I am asked to do that boy do I give it some. There was leaves flying around the room like confetti at a wedding the smell of trees and bark filled the air. He just lay there begging for me to bust the fuck out of him.
His back looked like he would need a skin graft ! When it started to look grim that was me done I wasn't going to get blood on my expensive lingerie. In any case things like that I cant even begin to get my head around. You tell me what that has to do with pleasure and sexy and all things nice. I wonder what the house keeper will think when she goes into room 1087 and sees blood stained sheets and a suite that now resembles a fucked up nightmare.
Check out that for a squirt !!
Well I just had to share with you what must have been the best wank I have had for ages. Check out that for a wet patch !! Thanks to my cell phone being at the side of the bed, I knew it was going to be a big one as I saw it squirt into the air. Ha what a dirty bitch using my cell to take a picture of it.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
Make you wanna move your dancing feet, yeah
This post hopefully as I'm typing will enable me to reflect on the last 24 hours of my life. I'm totally ashamed to say and I would rather not have to be sat here posting this, but yes I have had a relapse. When I look back and reflect how it has all happened it's my own silly fault for being such a pushover.Now as I sit here feeling totally used and upset by the people who have put me down today where are they now, do they give a fuck. Fact I am no drug dealer, at times the end user, but not a dealer.
One of my clients for the last few days has done nothing but keep calling me texting me and totally hounding me to get him some coke. Bearing in mind, he knows all about my problems and the battles I face every day to keep on the wagon. As if he gives a hoot. Anyway everynight this week I have totally avoided all his calls then yesterday morning he texed me yet again. So I gave in to his demands and called a coke dealer and grabbed three grams for him.
I called him around 3PM to let him know I had what he had asked me for and to come and collect it on his way home from the office. All of a Sudden fuck face starts acting dumb "I don't want it now I don't have the cash" I'm like hang on a minute I've laid out the money for something I don't even want to be around and you don't wan't it. I was livid, what a wanka, selfish bastard who has totally no respect for me what so ever.
So I thought OK I'll leave it here and get rid of it as soon as possible yes I did get rid of it at the speed of fucking lightening up my right nostril. Went to the store at 8Am this morning to grab a bottle of vino totally in the horrors. I tried to get back to sleep but it was not happening. I called someone else and indulged in another bump and a bag of skunk.
The worse of it all is that my parents were due to land at 12pm to come and see my new house. I tried to hide my Friday morning face as best as I could but I was totally spannered and sweating like a beatch. All good until we got to the house, it was a boiling hot day and I started to get totally paranoid. I couldn't even manage to write the measurements in my filofax the whole meeting was developing into major paranoia, which was made worse knowing that my parents know I am a coke head.Having confessed last year.
Landed back here for coffee and had to sit listening to my Mum ripping me and my life to shreds. She then started crying and doing the where did we go wrong, private education own horse, ballet the fucking whole lot. She even questioned where I had come from !! They don't know what I do obviously but they know I'm fucking crazy, spend loads of poke and see me as totally irresponsible. Oh well it all turned good in the end as I promised that when I move house it will be a new beginning.
I like my style I like my class but most of all I love my ass !!
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Two prostitutes were talking:We're in the best business in the world
Why's that then?
Well, we've got it, we sell it, and we've STILL got it!
I'm a cool girl, in a cool town it takes a real mother fucker to put me down.
Roses are red, violets are blue...I'm in love but not with you...
When we broke up you thought I cried
But all it was...
Was another guy,
You told your friends that I was a trick,
I told mine that you had a small dick...
I said I loved you
And you thought it was true,
But guess what baby?!
You got played too!!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Pool Shark
Arrived at Stewart's Hotel the other evening, he's the one that wants me to go away to Chester races with him in a few week's time. We started off by getting plastered at the bar I think he was pouring me triple shot's of Jack !I asked him if I could suck his cock behind the bar while he was standing at the optics, naughty girl. He happily obliged. I got him to crank up the juke box and let the fun begin.
I had this crazy idea that I wanted him to fuck me over the pool table. Not a good idea, as I lay there he was trying to put it in but it wasn't happening, I think it was to do with the height. So what started off as a great idea, me lying spread across the table in a black thong and my Jimmy Choo's totally up for it, all of a sudden developed into floppy cock fumble situation. I think when he suggested he used the bar stool it killed the moment.
I then grabbed him looking around for somewhere to lay down. Then ended up on the corner of the stage where the live bands play.
The back of my neck is raw from the friction burns. We then ended up with me perched half on the bar stool with one leg on the bar sucking his cock with my mouth full of ice cubes Mmmmm ! Time was ticking on and I had already told him I had to leave soon so he ended up shooting his load on the carpet, well I didn't want his gism on my silky smooth skin.
When I got back from the bathroom he was only using a beer towel to clean it up off the carpet. Before I left we finalized the arrangement's for our few day's away. His concern was that he didn't trust his misses and he was worried she may call the hotel to check up on him. So I suggested that he checked in alone, and then I would meet him in his room.
The things men will do to cover there tracks. As I left I took a couple of bottles of his house vino for when I got home and off I went, driving on the dark empty road's I am so used to seeing.
Everyday can't be magical !!
- You work very odd hours.
- You are paid a lot of money to keep your client happy.
- You charge by the hour but your time can be extended for the right price.
- You are not proud of what you do.
- Creating fantasies for your clients is rewarded.
- It's difficult to have a family.
- You have no job satisfaction.
- You are embarrassed to tell people what you do for a living.
· People ask you what you do and you can't explain it.
- Your family hardly recognizes you.
- Your friends have distanced themselves from you and you're left hanging with only other professionals.
- Your client pays for your hotel room plus your hourly rate.
- Your client always wants to know how much you charge and what they get for the money.
- Your client encourages drinking and you become addicted to drugs to ease the pain of it all.
- You know you are charging more than you are worth but if the client is foolish enough to pay it's not your problem.
- When you leave to go see a client, you look great, but return looking like hell (compare your appearance on Monday A.M. to Friday P.M.).
- You are rated on your performance in an excruciating ordeal.
- Even though you get paid the big bucks, it's the client who walks away smiling.
- The client always thinks your cut of your billing rate is higher than it actually is, and in turn, expects miracles from you.
- When you deduct your take from your billing rate, you constantly wonder if you could get a better deal.
- Everyday you wake up and tell yourself you're not going to be doing this stuff for the rest of your life.
Let's just say I think he left a tip !!
Went to see a client on Tuesday listen to this: I thought it was a joke to begin with. He called me up and asked if he could take me to the hairdresser's. He had a fetish which was watching a girl have her hair styled.I said I'm very particular where I get my hair done, he said that was fine and I could choose which salon we went to. I was still a little confused to what I had to do, he said not to worry it was no big deal he would just watch me get my hair done.
I picked the most expensive salon in town which was Umberto Giannini's anyway I met him outside and he wanted to pretend I was his girlfriend so we had to walk in holding hands !
As I sat there in front of the mirror I turned to look at him sitting on the sofa and he was only sitting there cracking one off under his newspaper !! WTF !!
I didn't know where to look I was in the complete horrors. I don't think anyone else noticed what he was doing thank god but I think he could have waited until he got home. He thanked me for my time paid me and off he went how bizarre.
Dirty weekend !!
Do you remember me posting about a couple that had requested me to go away with them ?Well I received a call a few days ago and we arranged to meet up last night in the Crowne Plaza hotel. What a lovely couple they turned out to be we all really got on well and so the meeting will go ahead. This is something they have both been discussing for a few years and have finally plucked up the courage to go ahead with it.
They bought the brochure with them and gave me a map of how to get there I am really looking forward to it. it is in the middle of nowhere and looks like some kind of converted barn. They had made out a list which I have in front of me and I'll let you know what was discussed.
I will arrive at around 2PM on the day and they would like to have around three massages a day. They would also like me to do a pole dance and strip tease, they don't like to get up early on holiday and we will spend the day time sunbathing.The lady bought a list of the food that she would be cooking which sounds yummy and they also wanted to know what drinks I liked. They would be bringing lots of wine and champayne, I said a bottle of Jack Daniels would do me.
They have requested that I bring some silk blouses and hold ups not stockings as her husband doesn't like them.
This is what they have stated are there sexual preferences.
Spanking,
Fake Tying up,
No Anal,
No Dildo's or Strap On's
Prefer (Hands,Lip's,tongues)
How easy is it to make me cum ? 1: Easy, 2: Average, 3: Difficult,
No faking it please (Which I defiantly won't be)
Is Kissing OK ?
So that was what they wanted to find out I thought it was really good the way that they had sat down and discussed all of this. I can't wait I think it will be fun. I go on the Monday and come back on the Thursday so there will be lot's of pictures and story's to tell all about.
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Cocaine, Champayne, Sex, Money and bullshit. Forget Belle De Jour, Bridget Jones who's she !! this is the real deal enjoy xx
About Me
- Name: roxyfoxy
- Location: United Kingdom
Where the hell do i start ! Well i give a mint blow job !! For now ill just say ive been on a bender for the last 10 years i work in the adult industry and i live a mad life.
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