tonight at dinner, one of my favorite clients referred to me as “trannybal lector.” naturally, i killed him and ate him.
i’m all dolled up and taking a cab to a fancy hotel downtown
for an Xmas with my fucking coworkers from my day job
intellectually, i know this is perfectly normal but it’s still kinda weird to think nobody there is going to fuck me or anything :(
no, i think you’re up, Ms. Ryder…
As most of you know, Holly Belmont and I are close friends and I’m flattered that she calls me her “whore mama”.
While in the end we’re both always happy that the other is getting work, a little playful competition keeps us both on our toes. Or rather on our backs and knees.
A few weeks ago Holly set her mind to finally getting some reviews. I had just received my third, and it clearly helped my business. So like anything else Ms. Belmont sets her mind to, she got her reviews. Three of them. IN ONE FUCKING DAY.
Well Ms. Belmont …
Mama’s got four now.
Well, I have gladly accepted your invitation to step up. Observe:
I just got my 5th review.
Your move, Ms. Ryder.
i smoke occasionally. i don’t when i’m working unless a client specifically requests it, which is fairly rare since 9/10s of my calls are to hotels and smoking rooms don’t seem to be offered much anymore.
i am actually have an overnight next week with a client who managed to get a room at a 5 star hotel that permits smoking because he likes to watch me smoke. again, tho, that’s rare.
i’m starting to get the same questions fairly often nowadays
ps i have already answered the following:
do i top?
do i cum?
how big is my cock?
some other questions i’m probably forgetting about?