Client Motivations 1 - aka Book Review
I'm reading a book at the moment called "All The Girls" by English author, Martin O'Brien.
He takes it upon himself to travel the world, documenting his experiences with hookers all over the globe. It is certainly an interesting read, on a number of levels. Not least of all because he is a good writer, capturing the atmosphere well in all the places he winds up in.
His stated motivation for seeking out the services of hookers in every facet of the industry is simple: He is a middle aged man who is thrilled with the idea that only cash seperates him from touching and fucking the bodies of young women around the age of 17 or 18. This doesn't stop him from engaging the services of older women when there are no young ones around, however. Basically he's a randy bastard who will try anything once.
I was half way through the book, and admiring him (albeit with ambivalence) for his honesty and single minded pursuit of paid sex, when I came across a description of one of his experiences in Munich. He was describing a sex scene with a woman who had picked him up in a cafe. He says:
"Dorte liked to take control. It was difficult to think I was paying her for something she obviously enjoyed so much."
I winced to myself - but went on to read the subsequent chapter in which he recounts his experience with a private worker in Frankfurt:
"Almost grudgingly, she parted her legs and pulled me into her, squirming some more to accommodate the extra weight. Indeed, throughout the whole performance, the only voluntary movements she contributed came as a result of her trying to get more comfortable"
For this, he pays her the princely sum of 25 deutschemarks.
I started to reread portions of the book with a more critical eye. I went back to a previous chapter where he tells of his time with a poverty stricken worker in Budapest:
"Considering the money I had paid, I decided she should be the one to put up with the discomfort, so I stopped her rocking and indicated I wanted to change around."
He accuses this same worker of having the babysitter pinch the worker's baby to wake it up - forcing him to leave the apartment - after he'd already been fucking her for some time. How he claims to know this is not clear.
He also recounts his distaste for the "nativeness, differentness" for a Thai worker who spends a week with him.
"The hot smell of garlic and spices on her breath, for instance, that had onced seemed to me exotic, animallike, so distant from the clinical, toothpaste-fresh anonymity I was used to, now seemed to grow ranker day by day until at last I began turning my head aside whenever she came too close. In bed it was worse - the deeper, the faster her breath, the richer, the ranker the fumes.
'Equally objectionable was her habit of hawking and snorting into the washbasin...
'Another thing too - small, but telling....she would reach for my fingers and and pull at the joints like a waiter drawing a cork until they clicked to her satisfaction."
And finally, his physical description of a Japanese worker he had paid:
"Her skin looked bloated, podgy and damp like a body that's spent too long in water, her breasts almost indistinguishable from the rolls of fat that hung from her in rings. Her legs were short and stumpy, heavy round the ankles and the hair between thick and black and tangled like an unruly birds nest."
As I reflected back on these descriptions, I began to understand that Martin doesn't actually like women very much. Whilst he claims to be seeking out sex services around the globe as a way of capturing his lost youth - he is actually using his money to try and prop up his shaky self esteem by putting down the women he has paid to have sex with.
He reminds me of certain review forum clients who use derogatory language to describe the sessions they indulge in. They are writing for an audience: other men who think like they do. Men who understand that seeing a sex worker is about trying to attain the unattainable, and cutting the women down to size when they don't shape up to expectations. Luckily, both these review forum clients and my real life clients like this were few and far between.
When I compare them to punters like my old regular, "Yugoslavian Stiv", who would grab my thigh in both hands as he knelt before me, look up and exclaim loudly "You are MISS AUSTRALIA!", then kissing his thumb and forefinger and flinging the kiss up towards my face - I realise that these two types of men are as different as night and day.
And I am grateful that I met far more Steves than Martins in my line of work.
Sera x
He takes it upon himself to travel the world, documenting his experiences with hookers all over the globe. It is certainly an interesting read, on a number of levels. Not least of all because he is a good writer, capturing the atmosphere well in all the places he winds up in.
His stated motivation for seeking out the services of hookers in every facet of the industry is simple: He is a middle aged man who is thrilled with the idea that only cash seperates him from touching and fucking the bodies of young women around the age of 17 or 18. This doesn't stop him from engaging the services of older women when there are no young ones around, however. Basically he's a randy bastard who will try anything once.
I was half way through the book, and admiring him (albeit with ambivalence) for his honesty and single minded pursuit of paid sex, when I came across a description of one of his experiences in Munich. He was describing a sex scene with a woman who had picked him up in a cafe. He says:
"Dorte liked to take control. It was difficult to think I was paying her for something she obviously enjoyed so much."
I winced to myself - but went on to read the subsequent chapter in which he recounts his experience with a private worker in Frankfurt:
"Almost grudgingly, she parted her legs and pulled me into her, squirming some more to accommodate the extra weight. Indeed, throughout the whole performance, the only voluntary movements she contributed came as a result of her trying to get more comfortable"
For this, he pays her the princely sum of 25 deutschemarks.
I started to reread portions of the book with a more critical eye. I went back to a previous chapter where he tells of his time with a poverty stricken worker in Budapest:
"Considering the money I had paid, I decided she should be the one to put up with the discomfort, so I stopped her rocking and indicated I wanted to change around."
He accuses this same worker of having the babysitter pinch the worker's baby to wake it up - forcing him to leave the apartment - after he'd already been fucking her for some time. How he claims to know this is not clear.
He also recounts his distaste for the "nativeness, differentness" for a Thai worker who spends a week with him.
"The hot smell of garlic and spices on her breath, for instance, that had onced seemed to me exotic, animallike, so distant from the clinical, toothpaste-fresh anonymity I was used to, now seemed to grow ranker day by day until at last I began turning my head aside whenever she came too close. In bed it was worse - the deeper, the faster her breath, the richer, the ranker the fumes.
'Equally objectionable was her habit of hawking and snorting into the washbasin...
'Another thing too - small, but telling....she would reach for my fingers and and pull at the joints like a waiter drawing a cork until they clicked to her satisfaction."
And finally, his physical description of a Japanese worker he had paid:
"Her skin looked bloated, podgy and damp like a body that's spent too long in water, her breasts almost indistinguishable from the rolls of fat that hung from her in rings. Her legs were short and stumpy, heavy round the ankles and the hair between thick and black and tangled like an unruly birds nest."
As I reflected back on these descriptions, I began to understand that Martin doesn't actually like women very much. Whilst he claims to be seeking out sex services around the globe as a way of capturing his lost youth - he is actually using his money to try and prop up his shaky self esteem by putting down the women he has paid to have sex with.
He reminds me of certain review forum clients who use derogatory language to describe the sessions they indulge in. They are writing for an audience: other men who think like they do. Men who understand that seeing a sex worker is about trying to attain the unattainable, and cutting the women down to size when they don't shape up to expectations. Luckily, both these review forum clients and my real life clients like this were few and far between.
When I compare them to punters like my old regular, "Yugoslavian Stiv", who would grab my thigh in both hands as he knelt before me, look up and exclaim loudly "You are MISS AUSTRALIA!", then kissing his thumb and forefinger and flinging the kiss up towards my face - I realise that these two types of men are as different as night and day.
And I am grateful that I met far more Steves than Martins in my line of work.
Sera x