Interesting….

“Hey,” I said, stepping in and taking off my coat, “do you remember me now?” The look on his face made it clear he didn’t. We stepped into his (familiar) living room and made awkward small talk for a few minutes before I asked “So, should I take this off?” I had negotiated a topless blowjob, but since I was wearing a dress with real sleeves, I didn’t have much choice but to get totally naked. He pressed a button on his remote and a porno in which two chicks in fishnet body stockings gave a guy oral sex came on. He pulled off his pants and boxers and I got on my knees in front of his couch. He grabbed my tits with both hands before I bent down and put my face in his crotch.

The weird thing about blowjob calls is how out-of-context they are. Just coming in and blowing someone is so unsexy for the giver that it might as well be any other household chore like ironing. But as a callgirl, you act like dropping to your knees and blowing your client has you instantly turned on, a facade that feels even thinner to me than it usually does. But the amazing thing is that guys don’t seem to question it. Just a little bit of moaning and smiling while you look up at him and earnestly intone something like “Oooh, I love your cock” is all it takes to convince him that you’re having a great, sexy time, when in all honesty, you’re basically indifferent. You don’t like it, you don’t hate it; you’re pretty much just getting through it, like eating granola for breakfast when you’d rather have bacon.

I sucked his cock, licked his balls when he told me to lick his balls, watched my teeth when he told me to watch my teeth, and did my best to work around the left curve of his cock. I made sure to look up at him a lot. Occasionally he would hold my head down at the deepest point of my deepthroat and not let me move for several seconds, so that I’d have to flare my lips out just to breathe.