I started this post with a different title, at first I was calling it “Mourning a Client”. But, after thinking about this particular gentleman and how he made an impression on me, I can only call him a friend.
Because above everything else, he was a dear dear friend.
We enter this world of ours with certain realizations. One of them being that most of our clients do not want to become friends in any sense of the word. They come to us for one thing and one thing only. For a release,
whether it’s sexual, emotional, psychological or just for an escape from their everyday lives, a chance to forget what they have to do and do what they want to do.
To be the one who is the center of attention and be doted upon.
If only for an hour or so.
Well my friend was what we refer to as a “regular” we saw quite a lot of one another over the years and became more than just provider and client,
we were friends.
Last year, I was taking some time off and I was not up to seeing anyone, we kept in touch via e-mail and a couple of phone calls.
My friend was not into texts and had been on a very short leash since his retirement so that, coupled with my time off meant we weren’t able to get together, we did meet once and had some wild fun to christine my new bedroom, but other than that we could not make our schedules mesh.
Until one day in the summertime,
I received an email talking about the nice weather and how we should get together, maybe try to go for a “picnic”.
Sounded like fun so I said sure, lets do it. I hit send and off the email response went……
I never heard back from him.
I didn’t think anything of it, afterall this was a gentleman who saw more than one lady in the hobby and sometimes he would see only the one for a while and aside from our email chats I wouldn’t hear from him for weeks.
Well weeks turned to months. And months…
I sent out a couple “hello, how are things?” emails but for the sake of discretion could do no more.
Then an odd occurrence,
a holiday went by without a peep from him.
This was completely out of character for him.
Then another.
Then the year came to an end with still no word from my friend. My mind was telling me what I did not want to think, after all my friend was not old in any sense of the word. Sure, he had been sick but his surgery supposedly had taken care of that.
I did not want to know. But part of me had to.
So I googled,
Now I have to admit after all those years of knowing him I was still not sure of his real name. You see, as a professional in discretion I’m not supposed to remember those sort of things, so I always called him by his middle name or his handle.
Funny, I know but he liked it.
I found myself staring at a page full of obituaries, I read one or two and knew it was indeed my friend.
He had passed away shortly after sending me that last email.
And I didn’t know it.
We spend time with our gentlemen friends, we listen to them when they talk and try to let them be the center of attention for the time the spend with us. We are sometimes their only escape from all the responsibilities they shoulder and are more than a body to some.
But we are a secret part of their lives. And in most cases rightfully so.
We aren’t informed when they’re sick, we don’t get usually any opportunity to visit them or send them a get well card, and, we aren’t usually told when they’ve passed.
The phone calls or messages simply stop coming.
And yes, we mourn you,
It was some time ago that I found out that my friend had passed and I still find myself thinking about it. The same as we do when it’s a real world friend or family member,
I think fondly of the times we spent together, the talks we had.
How he hated being retired and wanted to get a job. Some people are perfectly content when they retire but not him.
I’ve reread a couple reviews he wrote and they make me smile.
Funny, I always advertise that I can do that to them..
I met my friend a long time ago, back when I first entered this business. He wasn’t my first client and I had no expectations of him becoming a regular visitor because while a LOT of gentlemen say they want to be very few of them follow through.
Well he did, not only did he become a regular but he became one with whom I knew I could relax and feel completely at ease with, He introduced me to some types of sexual experimentation that he thoroughly enjoyed and opened my senses to new worlds of pleasure.
We developed a sense of friendship over the years and our times together, a few overnights, a trip away to a place I had never been, That was a great adventure, flying from one end of the country to the other just to join him for one two nights while he was away on business. I knew he could have chosen any woman closer to where he was so I was flattered that he went to great lengths so I could join him.
And yes, I did enjoy hearing or reading his reviews when he met with myself or other women, He enjoyed the hobby to the fullest and he made the most of his time in it. My favorite kind.
He was the kind of client who could make you feel as though you were the only one who interested him even though you knew he had a wide and varied hobby life.
A lot of my lady friends felt the same way about him, he was one of the “good clients” we all hope for and was highly respected by the ladies and gentlemen alike. ( at least all who knew him )
And I miss him, I hope he is resting in peace now.
But most of all, I hope he knew he was truly appreciated.
To those of you who have gotten to this point, I thank you for reading.
Yes, the money is great and the real reason we do this job of ours, it’s gentlemen like my friend and all you other hobbyists who make it possible for the professional lady to provide for herself or her family in a way no other job allows.
We are grateful to our clients whether we ever express it verbally or not.
Mourning a Friend.
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