These are the 50 steps, not the 50 shades.

An old gripe of mine, when visiting HOE and you finish your frolicking upstairs, the ladies would say goodbye to you at reception where they would collect their phones and eagerly check for new bookings.

In their minds they have already said goodbye when they closed the door upstairs. The new customer awaits. Mindshift. Out with this one, in with the new.

Nothing wrong with this, as this is the nature of the beast.

It is what it is. (Famous words once said to me with finality and me stupidly not realising that I had to put my offer in.)

But I digress. Sign of old age. Lack of sex.

You are then left to say goodbye to the lovely ladies at reception and the perfunctory half-hearted hug from the vixen that fucked your brains out not 5 minutes ago, now cold and distant like the Arctic wind.

Then you realise : this booking is now finish.

And you turn and walk back to your car. Past the managers and sometimes Stevie boy all looking at you with that knowing look, past security where you collect your keys, and then on to your car.

50 steps. I measured it. Not once, but a few times.

Into your cold car, driving down the ramp, waving goodbye to the security guard, who waves at you as if he knows you.

The worst part is the 50 lonely steps. All on your own. You are on a high, us men can relive the magical moments a few times (where do you think we get the inspiration from when we wank ? ). Back to your car, alone, and your thoughts are still in that room, your body drained from excess juices, sucked dry, your brain in a mindfuck, and then the 50 lonely steps.

It is such a comedown that I am surprised that no one has committed the "50lonelystepsdrinkingbinge" before, maybe they did. The whole exitement of dressing up, gooi-ing the mofsous in abundance, even combing the few remaining hairs, the anticipation of seeing a lovely lady that is a sure thing, spending time with her, wrapped up in her being, and then spewed out like an olive pit, to lumber through that 50 steps. Feeling like a rejected olive pit lying somehere in the gutter of rejection, with no hope of reaching equilibrium again.

Only maybe the next day as the sun comes up after a restless night will it return to normal, as that first call jerks you back to reality.



Would it not be so nice if the lady could JUST walk those extra 50 steps back to your car with you ? It will continue the feeling of elation that you have, no depression, no binge drinking, no restless nights, and more specifically : return business.

And obviously the last lingering kiss at your car.

Your car will float down that ramp and you might even tip the friendly security guard.

Is it just me ? Is it just a tad too much ?

Cheers

Thank you for a great post. I fully agree, which is why I decided to rethink my approach completely...

www.esa.co.za/forum/thread.php

First it will the 50 lonely steps to your car in heels and back, then some oke is gonna complain about th 50 lonely minutes drive home. Then they will have to spend 50 steps to the car, 50 minutes in your car, 50 minutes uber back and 50 steps back up that's like 2 hours money gone right there.. why not just leave the fantasy in the bedroom with your cold hard rands??

We all here for one thing.

Think you getting the idea now that it's only borrowed time you have with a lady.
You pay for her time.

When you leave( or any other client) we think you forget about us as soon as you walk out that door.
Never even crosses your mind for a moment that life goes on for everyone of us.

Some feel guilty for doing what they do, and just the thought of getting the F### out of the room makes me the lady think.... jis was I that bad or is he just in a hurry?

Today someone told me, a lot of clients are there for there own reasons(needs).... one reason is to get satisfied and move on with there lives.
They not there to listen to our problems or our personal lives.
( they have enough problems of there own)

Some clients don't even like us to talk to them while on a booking.
For a hour your to scared to ask the client what he likes and what can or can't you do for him.
Ps: I really hate entertaining men like them.

Yes we here to do a job.
But don't expect more then what you pay for.

Atleast I walk all my clients to the door and give everyone a hug and wish them well for the coming week.

INL , I feel your pain! I don't go to HOE but I do frequent another establishment..... Reading through this I realized something, that's why we go back, and back, and back for more! The walk back to your car is heart wrenching but the thought of comming back and enjoying another encounter .......

Just FYI..... I do get walked to the car (sometimes) , I also get directed out because my vision is blurry and my legs are jelly! @Meg, not all punters are that bad. Some of us actually do care what's on the lady's heart, we listen and help where we can, or we just listen. Sometimes the ladies also just needs a willing ear that listens.....

Thanks Footloose, I also commented on that thread.

Milo, I can associate with those "jelly-legs", and if you see my tree trunks then you will know that I give it my all. My lack of driving skills are legendary, I can never borrow a car from a friend...


Meg, we are not all bad. There is good in some of us. Still. Yes we are a bunch of fucknuts, but every so often we might surprise you. Keep the faith babe.


Double, yes we are paying for it, but for some it is the highlight of our day, week, even month, and sometimes of our lives. Being cynical about it strips the allure from the encounter.


And like a pig for punishment I am back there on Thursday night..., again....

Cheers

On 2017-10-03 20:14:57 I never learn said:
....And like a pig for punishment I am back there on Thursday night..., again....Cheers

You never learn...do you?....LOL

Saint

My name is so so true. Chosen for me by two stunning ladies and the Knight himself one night at a magical supper.

One would think that I might learn from past mistakes ?

LOL

INL I have to comment....

50 lonely steps yes - what a lonely feeling it was. As of late I am seeing a certain lady more often and the steps are not all that lonely as she often walks 25 or more steps with ;-)

But what is bad and what I recall is popping in to HOE and sitting there sipping a beer or a Coke and being all alone...felt like a critical assessment.

Meg...for some of us we like to talk then play...then talk a bit more....nothing as stimulating as turning on the brain before a f*ck....