Sex Therapy

I think every sex worker out there is familiar with the slight anxiety and embarassment that comes when people in your vanilla life ask you the dreaded "So what do you do?"

You shake, you wipe sweat off your top lip. You want to be the shameless, blameless seductress you are (or pretend to be... fake it till you make it) every night after the clock strikes 10, but shes busy at the moment getting her nails done, and she took the bluntness with her.

Me, on the other hand, I simply tell them Im a therapist.

They look at me with confusion and their lips kind of come together into a tight O.

"So like... you're a massage therapist or something? Beauty therapist?" (Not for a few years now, honey!)

I chuckle a little bit and give them a look like they're hopelessly naieve. (This always kills them, or makes them want to punch you in the throat.)

"No silly! An actual therapist!"

Now I know what you're all thinking at home; is this a RP a customer asked for? Do they get so into it, that they get off to me pretending I have a Phd?

The answer is No. I haven't done a single IRL call in a bit over 2 months now. I've moved to offering online services only, and I changed my passwords to LL and VIPFavours with key-smashes and closed eyes. My reasons for leaving the in-person scene would take another article, and Im not ready to tell that story.

I’ve been hearing about NiteFlirt since I was a young one, and I’m honestly not even sure where I first heard of it, but here I was, recently escaping homelessness, trying to find my way in the world with a man who was okay with the concept of me doing sex work, but only on his terms.

I reminded him constantly, he was “in the dope game” (I say that very loosely.)

The dope game is mans business. Where fists reach heads before the dopamine rush.

This is woman’s business. Our seemingly vulnerable nature is what lures those men in; Our falsified submissiveness gives them an illusion of control... they think that since you’re a whore and they have money that for the next 30/60/120 minutes you are the one with the shorter end of the stick.

As long as they can hold onto that small shred of ego that convinces them that they are the ones with all the power...

You relinquish it for yourself.

So, in other words, sex work is very dynamic, and there are multiple plays of power that are evoked with every transaction; Whether you're a domme or not, whether hes a sub or not; its all about power; getting it, losing it, giving everything for it.

Harnessing it.

You can find multiple articles and pieces out there... about bad johns, bad girls, and every mindgame, dirty trick, and round of mental gymnastics that went into the call in question, but Im not here to discuss all of that.

Yes, of course I had my fair share if the dirty underworld that is the sex industry; Organized crime isnt only reserved for the half-hidden drug cartels in foreign countries, and organized crime isnt only beautiful women having threesomes with each other in mansion living rooms with groups of men watching and sniffing piles of pure cocaine, either.

My involvement with that side of the industry is short-lived; I want to talk about another, often assumed, rarely brought up category of customers even he forgot about.

The ones who arent looking for a woman whos body he can use to masterbate, or even sexual gratification, period.

In all honesty, sexual release isnt what all of these men are looking for, sometimes its literally a human connection that they feel like they can only find through sex... but should you be the right type of service provider, in the right place, at the right time, you can get something out of him more than your hourly rate, plus tip.

You could reach somebody in a way that a reach-around never could.

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When I finally got around to opening up my Niteflirt account, I was more than slightly amused with the online chat option. While working IRL, answering calls with my voice was a bit intimidating, so I imagined if the entire session was over the phone and to be honest, even the mere thought of an entire transaction (as I like to call it) occuring entirely over the phone was enough to almost make me back out.

Like... cant he just call my Niteflirt and book an appointment?

Their Terms of Service, My bank account, Current travel restrictions due to a pandemic, and above all my driver all said that wasnt gonna fly.

So then, after almost 2 weeks of awkward, 5 minute, breathy phone calls, and the occasional old man who let me know that I was his dream girl and that "genetic dames" did nothing for him. (Yikes.), I was approached in a totally different way, and I could sense that from the very beginning.

It was as if there was... an envy to her chats that made me almost uncomfortable at first, but it didnt take long for me to realize that I realized I was talking to myself, pre-transition the entire time, and then I realized, I was about to be the holder of this persons entire future. Sometimes, our customers come to us for more than a piece. They come to us because they're seeking a few moments of peace.

See what I did there?

Anyways.

Its common when somebody is stuck at a metaphorical crossroad to turn to whomever is going to give them "good advice".

A.K.A that whatever they truly want to do is "the right thing".

This case was no exception.

Not a single sexual innuendo. Not even a winky face! It was like she actually wanted to have a conversation that had nothing to do with anything below the waist.

I was essentially the transgender version of somebodys drag mom!

Being somebody who was a drag queen many years ago in a past life, I realized how important my role was.

Yeah, I told her the cheapest places to go buy makeup, I showed her my method of shaving my face so it was totally bare (Escort money rarely ever went to anything long lasting as laser hair removal), but I also showed her a new way to stand her ground.

As a woman should.

I reminded her not to hold her looks so high in regard. Its so easy to fall into the mindset that as long as you look the part, people will accept you. People will call you horrible slurs regardless of your makeup skills, so yeah of course, practice them. Practice them A-LOT!

Just don't lose the woman you're doing it all for in the process.

It wasn't until I got my monthly cheque from Niteflirt that I realized I was being PAID to help this woman to the promise land. I had begun to view her as a close friend, and unfortunately, I havent been able to check up on her.

Swapping numbers violated Niteflirts TOS, so we only had their chat option to stay in contact, and one day she just stopped answering.... If you're out there prettychange94, please reach out! I miss you so, you were so far from a burden to me if thats where your head went...

Anyways, thats just one story of how sex work truly did show me some of the most genuine human experiences I've ever witnessed. Its not all thigh high boots and eclouds of cigarette smok filling the cab of another John's car. I'm not an outdoorsy type of girl anyways...

My life has continued to ebb and flow and move past a point where Escorting was a must if I wanted to eat, so even though sometimes you can get a call or a chat volley at the MOST inconvenient times, its nothing compared to meeting them for real. However, I'm still constantly surprised at the people I meet along the way.