I think I’m a sucker. In the figurative sense, too.
There is this guy, he’s been here a couple of times now and not once he was likable. He always had some comment about either my appearance or my working hours (note that I am fairly good looking, and almost everyone is usually surprised that I really posted pictures about myself in the advert, as these second class prostitutes are mostly the uglier ones; whatever. Oh, and I literally work any hours, it’s just that I’m fully booked!), anyway; the way I work is that we preliminarily discuss what the customer wants, or in other words what would they like to be included in the service (like kiss, oral sex without condom, anal are all of extra charge) and also the amount of time they want to spend with me and then I take the money beforehand.
Now believe this guy! He complains about having to take a shower before we have sex. While we are finally at it, he keeps wanting more than what we have discussed, of course not wanting to pay for them. And he is an insufferable man anyway, I really don’t want to see him anymore.
I told Ester, my kind of boss, either not to answer his calls or not to give an appointment to him.
And then what happens?
The intercom rings, and I let the person in, thinking my next customer got here unusually early. But no, this man is standing soon in front of my door, asking me to let him in. You can imagine how stunned I was. First I thought Ester did book him in, despite having promised not to, but still I asked him when his appointment was. He said he did not have one, he just thought that no escort works at 8pm, so he might as well come and have a quickie.
I was alone in the apartment, so obviously letting him in haven’t even crossed my mind, but on the other hand he was standing outside on the corridor, negotiating with me about sex and it is really dangerous, as the neighbours would kick us out of the house had they known what’s going on inside.
He kept begging, promising he would be ready in five minutes, would not even take a shower(!), and when he realised I will not cave he complained about how much he paid for taxi to get here. (Who asked him to come?) He let a chess game in half with some other dude just to come here. (Early in the morning in the middle of playing chess he just decides to surprise a whore? This man is beyond words.)
The intercom started ringing again- this time I knew it will be my 8pm appointment- so I reluctantly gave him 1000 HUF as a restitution for his taxi ride and told him never to come again.