Ok, I’ll be the first to admit it, so let me reiterate; my job and lifestyle is NOT for everyone.  But I do get asked often:  Why do men see ladies in your profession?  Sadly enough, the answer isn’t as simple as 123.  Every man has his own reason for wanting to participate in this particular vice, and it’s not always for reasons that you may think of like sex and perversion.  Because lets face it- If it’s only about sex, he can do that alone and at home, for free.
 
Sometimes a man just needs his ego stroked…along with other things.  And the smallest gestures such as back and foot rubs can mean so much, especially when he’s having a bad day.  Below is an example of how a client’s crisis was temporality dissolved by his favorite working girl.  Enjoy!
 
My day starts the same every morning.  I wake up at 6am, check my emails, update my website, and have a cup of Godiva Crème Brule coffee.  I see that my regular has sent me an email in the middle of the night and marked it “Urgent”, and being concerned, I quickly opened it to make sure that he wasn’t hurt or that his wife found out about us.
 
His email reads:
 
“Erika, I know that I never email you like this, but I desperately need to see you first thing in the morning.  Is 10am ok?”
 
I write back:
 
“Absolutely…. Is there anything wrong?”
 
He responds an hour later:
 
“I’ll tell you when I get there”
 
So I quickly began getting everything ready for his visit.  Scotch, music, candles, incense, massage oils, and adult toys.  I clean the adult toys, vacuum the floor, and lay out that satiny little red lingerie number that he dies for, and then I jump in the shower.
 
As I’m taking a shower, all kinds of worried feelings race through my body.  I begin to feel a rush of anxiety but I finish my shower and continue to get dressed.  9:30 quickly approaches, and I’m dressed, lotioned up, and ready for action.
 
I hear a knock on the door, and it’s him.  He walks in with the look of grief on his face and he says to me; “I’m loosing my company”!  With a sigh of relief, I quickly jump into therapist/supporter role.  I take his hand and guide him over to my couch and allow him to tell me what’s going on, while I fix him a glass of scotch on the rocks with a splash of water and lemon.  It’s obvious that he’s worried about the life of his company, so I sit and listen like a therapist with a patient.  As he talks, I rub his shoulders and scalp all while reassuring him that everything will be alright.  I see that his eyes rolled back and his body becomes relaxed like putty.  I hold him and caress his face as he close his eyes and leans back on my breast, and he says softly”
 
“God, why can’t I get this kind of treatment at home”?
 
I reply:
 
“I don’t know – why don’t you ask her”.