CHAPTER 50
The World Had Spun, While I Wasn’t Looking
Working as a male escort open my perspective to all sorts of personalities.
When I began in a large country regional area, my clients were mostly of similar characteristics. They were women who had relocated to the country from a capital city, usually Sydney or Melbourne, with their former husbands and were now middle-aged, divorced and looking to enjoy their new life as a single woman again.
However, just as I had discovered, they found that the singles scene had changed considerably in the decade or so during their marriage. Women, generally were much more aggressive in their ‘hunt’ for a man and more often than not, these women weren’t necessarily looking for a husband, but more likely a ‘fuck buddy’. Someone to satisfy their sexual desires, but not complicated this new ‘freedom’ they had found.
The one problem with this feminine freedom was that there was a lot of competition. Men on the other hand had not adapted as rapidly with this feminist driven protocol and were feeling intimidated.
It was an ideal situation for an emerging male escort business.
Most of these women, simply wanted someone to treat them nice, offer stimulating conversation and then when they were ready, satisfy their sexual needs.
I enjoyed the work!
I enjoyed flirting with women and as a journalist was adept at listening as they ‘unloaded’ their emotional baggage stored up from years of marriage. Often, their husbands had run off with another woman and they now wanted to prove to themselves that they were still sexually attractive and could satisfy a man in bed, which I always was able to convince them they could.
I felt sorry for many of these women as they were still attractive and sexually active but their confidence had been totally deflated. I understood, because I’d gone down that same road. By simply just allowing them time to build their hormonal energy prior to falling into bed, they could perform with the best. They also, had greater motivation to allow themselves the freedom to enjoy their erotic desires. It usually wasn’t difficult to bring them to a delicious climax and often in multiple doses.
When I moved to the Gold Coast, the clientele changed. I still had a good percentage of horny divorcees but an even greater percentage of women on holidays or businesswomen looking for some sweet satisfaction to highlight their few days away from home.
I did advertise initially in the Gold Coast Bulletin newspaper, but also did the rounds of the major hotel and resort complexes on the beach strip. I’d approach the maître d in each location and offer a bottle of Johnny Walker if he would offer my business card to any single lady enquiring about escorts. For each client that made a booking based on his recommendation I’d return the favour with another bottle of his favourite ‘drop’.
This worked a treat and I soon had a regular supply of clients.
These women were different from the divorcees. They wanted to be entertained! When they rang to make a booking, I’d asked what they required for the booking. Often it was dinner, dancing and then back to their hotel room. Sometimes it was just to sit and chat over a drink and then back to their hotel room.
One client was a combination of all of the above. Judith had just been divorced and had decided to holiday on the Gold Coast, prior to changing her whole life and leaving for India to work as a volunteer abroad.
She had a lot of her ex-husband’s money to spend before she left the country and was determined to spend as much of it as possible ‘getting laid’. She was staying at Jupiters Casino on the Gold Coast. On her first appointment we enjoyed a few drinks at the bar and chatted. She then played the roulette wheel for a short time and then wanted me to fuck her. The next day she rang me early in the morning and asked if I was available for an early morning call. When I got to her room, she was still in bed and wanted me to join her. She was an obvious ‘morning person’ as she quickly orgasmed and continued for the next hour riding a wave of orgasms and screams that I feared would bring hotel security banging on her door. Thankfully, it didn’t!
As I was about to leave she arranged for another booking after my last appointment for the day. I arrived back at her room around 11pm. I was truly fucked! I’d had three other appointments that day (which was an unusual number of bookings for one day) – all of which turned out to be two or three hour appointments, climaxing with exhausting fucking sessions.
To my surprise Judith had ‘buddied’ up with two other bisexual women in the casino through the day and they had all decided to share my appointment together.
It was a fun evening. They were very merry, but not drunk. I think they all realized that they needed to be semi-sober so that they could fully appreciate the cost of the appointment.
As soon as I got through the door they stripped me naked. The excitement exploded when they saw my cock and they kept joking and laughing amongst themselves at their ‘luck to get such a big one’.
We sat, drank and chatted as they played with my cock and balls. As their imaginations became more and more excited, they started thinking up silly ways to have fun with the sexual options of having a naked man at their beck and call. They challenged me to ‘satisfy’ all three of them at the same time. So, while they laughed, I maneuvered us in a ‘Naked Twister’ of arms and legs. Amidst riotous laughter I managed to get my cock in one cunt, fist another and lick the third. They then insisted on rotating positions as they giggled and joked amongst themselves. It became a rooting riot of naked bodies.
As their laughter eased and their sexual tensions increased they grabbed a deck of cards to ‘draw’ for the first fuck. One by one I bought each of them to a groaning climax. Judith managed to almost burst our eardrums with her screaming orgasm.
It was almost 4am when they finally fell exhausted and I left with a bunch of notes in my pocket and absolutely ‘rooted’.
CHAPTER 51
My Butterflies Multiply
One particular hens’ party was to open many more doors in my life as a ‘Naked Knight’. It was a Melbourne Cup party at a high-class, canal frontage home on the Gold Coast. As requested I initially wore a waiter’s apron, while I served everyone drinks. There were about 30–35 women aged from 25–40 at the party. The hostess was some high-profile socialite I didn’t know, who obviously had plenty of money, or more likely as was often the case, had plenty of her ex’s money. The women were all finely dressed in magnificent attire with the usual Melbourne Cup hats and fascinators.
When I entered, I was a little apprehensive as this audience looked too sophisticated for my type of entertainment. The ladies who usually booked my services were usually in the 25–45 age group and were usually secretarial types, of average means out for a few laughs and some innocent sexual pleasures. Amongst these groups I’d always get a few ‘drop-kicks’ who wanted to show their superiority to males, at my expense. I’d always tolerate and humour these arrogant women, so as not to affect the entertainment for the 95% of women who were enjoying my show.
I was concerned that this group of ‘seemingly’ sophisticated women might include more than the usual 5% of arrogant ‘ladies’.
My apprehension was to be proved totally wrong.
The hostess, Robyn, was a very beautiful well-dressed woman in her late 30’s with jewels from ear to ear. She was wearing the most alluring perfume and I was slightly intimidated. She was very sweet and outlined my duties for the afternoon. I was to initially serve drinks and finger food prior to the Cup race, then cook a BBQ while the race was run, ready for her guests to eat afterwards.