Sep 23 2007 by Sarah Manners found at Wales
On Sunday
You know what, It actually made me feel better about myself
because the guy I’d been with was always making me feel bad about myself,
putting me down and that.
Quiet day today, only Nora Batty Man. I had to laugh the
first time I saw him. Eighty-eight, he told me he was, with his little wrinkly
socks falling down around his ankles. He was so old I thought he was going to
die on me.
I thought: “Any minute now love and you’re going to
have a heart attack. Oh my God, I’m going to have to put your body in the
cellar!”
Then there’s the 75-year-old who came in for his first
time last week. When he took his trousers off, well, how I didn’t laugh out
loud I don’t know. Wouldn’t you, if you were in bed with a pensioner wearing
a woman’s thong that says “Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Me?”
Went home after three- monthly medical check at the local
GUM clinic. No problems. I’m clean. And collected more free gels and condoms
from my outreach worker – no condom, no sex, not even a massage – that’s
the rule.
Last call of the day was a couple asking for a threesome.
Put them on to another girl I know. I’m sorry, but the idea just does not
appeal at all. I’ve got to draw the line somewhere.
TUESDAY
Got up. Had coffee. Fed the pets – then I told my kids
what I do. They’re teenagers now, making their own way in the world.
They need to know and anyway I’d rather they heard it
from me than from anyone else. I’ve always told them I was a nurse, but lately
I think they’d started to guess. My eldest just said to me: “Mam, my main
concern is that you’re safe. Just so long as you are, you do what you have to
do.”
Now all my family know what I do except my Mam. She’d
kill me if she found out. But she’s not going to, is she?
Strange afternoon with The Sugar Plum Fairy, who only wants
me to dress up in my underwear and dance for him. Nothing provocative mind, just
ballet-type dancing. And he’s impotent, poor dab.
Then an hour with Fingers – enough said! A lot of my
clients are happily married men – they’ll tell you that. But it’s just
that they’ve got a fantasy that maybe their wives aren’t too happy doing for
them. So they come to me.
Went to Asda, did the shopping. Watched telly.
WEDNESDAY
Nearly choked on my coffee and biscuits this morning when I
saw one of my clients on TV. “Flippin heck!” I thought. “I’ve seen a bit
more of you, love, than I’d have liked to.”
Checked my CCTV system is OK at the flat. A girl in my
position can never be too careful. Don’t know if the neighbours have guessed
what I’m up to, but if they had they don’t seem too bothered. I’m
providing a service, see? All that sexual frustration out there – if us girls
didn’t do what we do then I’m sure there’d be loads more attacks on women.
I’m earning – 50 quid for an hour in the flat, or £110
if I go out to them – and I pay my taxes. I’m quiet and respectable. What’s
not to like? I’m a pretty laid-back person and I won’t have no trouble.
Three average clients, your building site-types – made
sure they all had a shower before we got going ’cos they were a bit sweaty,
like – then nearly did my back in with Mr Ride Me Like A Horse. He crawls and
I ride, though the only problem is because he’s had a massage I end up
slipping all over the place.
But I know him really well so he saw the funny side of it
as well.
THURSDAY
Police popped in for a cuppa, checking to make sure I’m
OK.
I’ve got a hotline to the station to call them if
anything goes wrong – though me and my friend Steph look out for each other
all the time. And if a guy came in who was a bit weird, or started asking for
kids, or animals, or anything not normal, I know exactly what I’d do. I’d
just slip my robe on over my basque and stockings, tell the guy, “I’m just
gonna powder my nose, love”, then go straight out the front and call the
police.
I won’t tolerate it. No weirdos, no drugs, no violence.
Mostly the guys who come here – and I’ve had
barristers, a mayor, and loads of men down from London for the day – are
pretty normal. And they don’t think they’re doing anything wrong, certainly
not cheating on their wives. I’ve even had one bloke, in the middle of a big
important meeting, who came during his coffee break.
FRIDAY
Hot and Cold Man called today. He’s a bit more work as I’ve
got to prepare, make sure I’ve enough ice cubes and wax to be dripped over
various bits of his body.
omination jobs are easy because there’s no sex involved
whatsoever. He’s a sweet guy really – half the time I think he just wants a
chat. A lot of them are like that. I don’t like violence at all, myself.
The old school-style headmasters are the worst – the ones
that get off on being caned – urgh! I’ve never had any trouble apart from
the time when this labourer came in and just as we got going he slapped me hard
across the back. “Whoa, love,” I said. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Then he slapped me again, across the face. Well, that was it. I told him to
leave. He didn’t like it, but I wasn’t having that. No way. Not for any
money.
SATURDAY
A quiet day preparing for tonight and an evening with one
of my best regulars. A businessman from London, he comes to Wales once every
three weeks and I spend the night with him in the Celtic Manor – there’s a
lot of money in that. And we’re very, very discrete.
SUNDAY
Sometimes I think I ought to get a bloody Oscar.
A few Ooohs here and Ahhhs there and five minutes later,
job done. One of the Virgin Boys came today, though after the amount of money he’s
spent on me he’s about as much of a virgin as Madonna is. When he first
started visiting the flat he was a right mummy’s boy. Three times a week, same
thing every time. Wham, bam, thank you Mam!
He was just so innocent about it all – typical only
child, still living at home, can’t even work the washing machine. It was doing
my head in. So then my friend Steph told him he might learn a bit if he bought a
couple of mags and videos. Flipping heck.
I could have killed her, cos the next time he was here
after his spree in the newsagents and he was leaping all over me.
He’s a nice lad, though, and it’s lovely to see his
confidence growing with the girls down the pub. I like to think the time he’s
spent with me has had a positive effect on him – it’s helping to bring him
out of himself.
Sometimes I think we ought to get a counselling
qualification for what we do – or maybe they should put us on the NHS.
Deliberate
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