Part 2

"So. The clients."

"Sure,"

"What's the gender split like? What proportion are men and what are females?"

"Erm, there are more male clients than there are females, but not by much. I think... there have been a lot more female clients recently. Maybe.. 40/60?"

"Who tips better?" I asked, smiling.

"Definately the men," he laughed.

"What's the weirdest thing you've ever done with a client?

"Oh god... probably the rape thing,"

Eh? My eyebrows jumped. They do that when I'm severly alarmed.

"There was this lady who wanted to do a simulated rape scene. It was horrible, just... eugh. That's the one thing I'll never do again I don't think. It just felt really wrong,"

"When you say simulated rape...?"

"She wanted to roleplay that I was a rapist who'd broken into her house," he supplied.

"Whoah. That's... interesting,"

"It was really weird as well, she was like this really authoritative woman, an entrepreneur I think. Very.. sort of... domineering and controlled, and the first thing she wanted to do was pretend she was being molested."

There was a silence as I pondered the implications of paying a stranger to act like he was sexually abusing you. I almost asked how exactly you worked a condom into that fantasy. Rapists, after all, aren't known for stopping to slip on a sheathe.

"You're often at your customers' homes then?"

"Sometimes. It depends. There are a lot of hotels too, and I do incalls, so, yeah."

"That's where someone comes to your place?"

"Yeah,"

I expressed surprise that he let clients know where he lived, and vaguely wondered whether or not he was in student housing.

"Oh it's not my house. There's a few of us from the agency who rent a room in *********, and we have, like a schedule, so clients can come there. Outcalls are more expensive 'cause they pay for transport."

"Right,"

"So, doing this job is just a Uni thing, isn't it? I mean, you're going to stop once you finish studying,"

"Yeah,"

"Do you worry about how this is going to affect your life later on? If you have kids what do you tell them? You know, are you going to tell your family?"

He licked his lips and paused for a few moments before answering.

"I do think about it sometimes. I would... really like to have kids at some point in my life, so I suppose that once they're old enough I'll be honest with them," Carlo really did have a charming little smile, "I'll have to, won't I really?"

"And your parents?"

"Well, I'm not too bothered to be honest. I don't think I'll ever tell them, because let's be honest, no parent's going to want to hear that, are they?"

"I suppose not,"

"Okay, so, last few questions. Do you enjoy the sex?"

"Sometimes, yeah. I think that most of the time, sex is sex, even if it's not good. I don't know, it's sort of like..." he looked around at the diners, who I was sure had been listening attentively.

"A danish?" I suggested. Carlo laughed delightedly.

"Exactly. No one's ever had a bad danish, have they?"

Perhaps not, I thought, but you can still get food poisoning from them.

"Any regrets?"

"I don't think so. I sort of regret certain things I did when I was just starting out, there are some cringeworthy moments I, uh, don't like to think about too much. But yeah, it's like that with anyone I think, you just have to have a sense of humour about sex."

"That's a requirement for the job, is it?"

"Definately. Definately, yeah."


So. An enlightening chat with a male escort. Carlo paid for the coffee, I thanked profusely, and he noticed I had a camera with me and we talked about Mapplethorpe and whips for a few minutes.

I went home, put on some music, and tried to work out in my head how many condoms he used per year.

Thoughts, opinions? Messages to Carlo (no you can't book him through me)? My emails in the sidebar, use it fool.

Also, while you're at it, tell me what you think of the new header. I might switch it back.

Murky Buckets

TK x