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I arrived for my first shift in August 1990, at
Maison D'Amour in Parramatta, Sydney.
I was very nervous and unsure of myself. I got ready,
and waited in the Girls room for clientele to arrive.
There was one other girl on this shift, her name was Lisa. (Lisa was
working to save for her upcoming wedding - it was planned to be
a lavish affair,
and she was working 5 shifts a week to ensure she had the wedding of her dreams.) So there we sat, chatting for two hours, until the first client walked in. I heard the
doorbell chime and suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to RUN.
While the
client was discussing the prices with the receptionist, I
pulled myself together, reminding myself why I was there.
The client was
settled in the lounge, and the receptionist came to get
us.
We walked out
into the lounge, I was so nervous I could only manage
a weak smile.
The client
looked to be in his early 30's - and
he was a biker.
Complete with
grubby leathers and motorcycle helmet, he looked very
intimidating, A rock hit my
stomach - what the hell was THIS
guy going to want to do
to me!
I shakily led him upstairs to the room I'd been allocated. It was quite a large room, complete with it's own shower. I asked him how long he would like to stay. "just an hour" he said. "omg" I thought, "a whole HOUR?"
I took his
cash, asked him if he would like to have a quick shower while
I went to tell reception how long he was staying.
He waited until
I'd left the room to undress, he hadn't stopped
blushing yet.
When I returned
to the room, he had showered, and was sitting on the end
of the bed,
with a towel wrapped around himself. I was
surprised! - without all the leathers, he looked like any average
guy out there.
I relaxed just
a little, and we chatted for a minute.
It didn't take long to find out that he'd never done this before either. He told me that he'd been Married for the past 10 years, and was now "celebrating" his divorce by treating himself to a little pampering. I asked him if
he would like a massage to relax, and he removed
his towel and layed down face first on the bed.
I didn't have much of an idea what exactly to do, but I splashed some oil on his back, and began gently rubbing it in. He was very
quiet, and I was too, I had no idea of what I should be
talking about!
Ten minutes
later, he turned over and said
" that was really nice, do you think we'd be able to go to the spa room to relax a little more?" so off we went, wrapped in towels, down the hall to the spa room. It was really hot in there, I felt my make-up running, and quickly became lightheaded. As it turned
out, he was also feeling lightheaded because of the heat,
and asked within 5 minutes to go back to the room.
So, we returned
to my room, and layed on the bed together recovering.
(I found out later that the spa temperature had been accidently turned up the night before) He asked if he
could touch me, and I giggled and said "of course
you can".
He asked me to turn onto my tummy, and he took off my towel and started feeling my body. It was weird.
To say the least.
I hadn't had
that much sexual experience at the time, even in my
personal life, and I felt suddenly uncomfortable with the feel of his
rough
hands on my skin.
He noticed my
tension, and said, "hey,
it's ok, why don't you just
give me a headie?"
I took a condom
out of it's wrapper and clumsily tried to put it on him.
He wasn't quite hard yet, and I couldn't get it on. I threw it away, and got out another and asked nervously if he could put it on himself. He did, (after
a bit of a struggle) and then layed back on the bed
waiting for me to pleasure him.
I was scared to
death.
I had only ever done this once before, and it had made me gag and throw up. I silently hoped that wouldn't happen again. I closed my
eyes and put my mouth over his half-soft cock.
It tasted
absolutely disgusting!
I was not prepared for the taste of the condom - I hadn't even thought about it. I tried in vain to make him hard, and then he asked me to stop. "hey, I'm really sorry, but this
isn't really working for me"
he said.
I was so
embarrassed I almost started to cry!
"I'm so sorry"
I said,
"I've never
done this before"
"it's ok, perhaps I could see
the other girl instead?" he said
I agreed that
would be the best thing to do, and quickly got dressed and
went down
to reception to ask what to do now. "Oh Holly!" she said, (that was my name at the time)"are you ok sweetie?" Well, that was
all I needed.
I burst into tears, and she gave me a big hug and told me not to worry. I was still
crying when the client came downstairs.
"Is she ok?" he
asked the receptionist "look,
I'm really
sorry, but it just wasn't happening between us"
He asked if he
could see Lisa instead, and she came out to greet him. "what If I take Holly with me,
and I can show her what to do?"
she said I was asked if
that would be ok with me, and I dried my tears and took a
deep breath. So, there you have
it..... my
first failure!
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