A bored 21 year old waitress getting into the London Red Light Spirit
I am 21 years old and I work at a restaurant in London as a waitress. I am originally from The Netherlands but I came to study in London. Didnt really enjoy school and decided to enter real life sooner. For my anonymity you can call me Doll.
9 a.m. I woke up with no motivation to actually get out of bed. Lately that had been the case every morning. My housemate (V) kept me up because she invited some guy over in the middle of the night to aggressively bang her. She doesn’t understand this thing called consideration.
10 a.m. I hopped in the shower and conditioned my hair. I would only use shampoo once a week. My hair was dry enough. I put my hair up in a bun and waited for it to soak in. Then decided to take the shower head down and use it on my clit. I forgot to bring my phone in so I couldn’t watch porn but I also had no one I could fantasize about. So I returned the shower head to it’s mount. Maybe next time.
10:30 a.m. I ate a dry piece of toast and scrolled through my instagram. My feed was doing slow. I used to post so much more. I missed the attention I got from men.
11 a.m. I did my makeup nicely and decided to put on my sexy black bra. I had no reason to. I just wanted to feel good about myself today.
12 p.m. I went outside on my patio and smoked a cigarette and drank my coffee. I had such a hideous view of London. V walked out naked and sat down in the chair outside. She went on and on about how good last nights dick was. I rolled my eyes.
1 p.m. I got in my car and drove myself to work. I was ready to quit this job. I was so over the restaurant business. If I was gonna go to a restaurant it would be to sit and have others serve me.
2 p.m. I took several orders and brought people their meals. I hated that part but I actually enjoyed meeting all sorts of customers. My favorite was when couples would come in and I’d eye fuck the men. It was a good pastime not to mention better tips.
3 p.m. I took another smoke break and tried not to think about how much longer I would have to be here for.
3:30 p.m. I took the orders from a group of four older men. They were obnoxious and cocky but entertaining. I picked out one from the group and decided he was my prey. He wanted to sit close to the kitchen because “he liked it loud.” Didn’t know how he wanted me to interpret that.
4 p.m. My prey was actually very attractive. He had a thick dark mustache and deep set brown eyes. Everytime I looked over to them he was staring at me. Every time I checked up on them he was smirking at me.
4:30 p.m. I dropped their check off and told them to have a nice day. The man who fancied me picked up the pen and placed it in my hand. Did he really think I was going to give him my phone number? I gazed up at him with a raised eyebrow and then wrote my number on the receipt. I couldn’t resist.
5 p.m. I said bye to all the chefs and other servers. All the chefs referred to me as “Mami.” I liked it.
5:30.p.m I made it home and slammed my body down onto the couch. Fuck working in a restaurant. I’m only 21 and yet I feel 60. Too bad I was too broke to go get a massage.
6 p.m. I changed out of my sweaty work clothes and threw on my silky red bathrobe. I opened a bottle of red wine and poured myself a glass. I loved treating myself. Who needed a man these days.
6:15 p.m. I heard my phone chime so I went to my room and checked my messages. One unread text from an unknown number. I almost had forgotten that I had given my number to the intriguing man. It read “Thank you for such good service. I would like to repay the favor. What are you doing this evening? Ever been to Sketch?” Oh my gosh. I didn’t know what I was more excited about the fact that this man was interested in me or the fact that he wanted to take me to such an expensive restaurant. I smiled at my phone.
6:30 p.m. I replied back a little later. Didn’t want him to think that I was that easy. I replied “I did have plans but I could see if they can be moved to another day. I could really use a bite to eat.” Of course I didn’t have plans. Or at least not ones that had to be canceled. My nights usually went like… order chinese food, drink half a bottle of wine, try to do yoga in the living room, smoke a joint, watch lesbian porn and masturbate before I pass out.
6:45 p.m. He replied. Looks like he wasn’t trying to be too easy either. “I’ll pick you up at 8. Look elegant.”
7 p.m. I gave him my address and freaked the fuck out in the meantime. Elegant?? I jumped in the shower and shaved too. Maybe I wanted to have sex? I hadn’t masturbated yet so guess I’d kill two birds with one stone.
7:30 p.m. I had tried on several outfits. Nothing! I had decided to finally settle for a black backless dress that went a little bit past my knees. Had no bra and no panties either. I put on black heels and put my hair in a low messy bun and did my makeup subtle. I checked myself out in the mirror. After all, he liked me sweaty in an apron at work so whatever.
8:05 p.m. I heard a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and checked myself in the mirror. I ran to the door and opened it. Oh he stood there smirking just like earlier in a white button up shirt and a nice pair of black slacks. I noticed the tad bit of chest hair sticking out of his shirt due to him having the first two buttons undone. He gestured to his car.
8:10 p.m. I sat in a black Rolls Royce. What was I doing? I liked it so much. His cologne filled the car. It smelled expensive. He had music playing quietly.
8:15 p.m. We pulled up to the valet at Sketch and they opened the door for me. They referred to me as Miss and told me to enjoy my dinner.
9 p.m. We had several cocktails. I was feeling very tipsy. He ordered us everything and the food was excellent. I let my hair down and played with it. I didn’t even have to be charming since I had no idea how old he was.
10 p.m. We left the restaurant. I was feeling excited in so many ways. The car was at the curb again and I tripped trying to get in. I knew I was going home with him.
10:30 p.m. The doorman greeted us at the entrance. We walked into his home. I thought the restaurant impressed me. I was keeping my cool. The house was grey with red furniture. A big chandelier hung in the front corridor. It was so sexy. He sat me down on the couch and brought me a glass of wine. Please sir I was buzzed enough.
10:35 p.m. He leaned into me and kissed my neck softly. I got tingles. His hand slowly moved up into my dress, noticing that I was pantyless. He began to play with my clit. I felt myself get wet. He moved my head slowly down to his crotch and I opened up his pants. He was huge. I sucked him off for awhile and he got very hard. He kneeled down and slid into me. He felt so good. His hands were so firm on my hips.
11 p.m. I got into his bed after he finished in doggy on his couch. He came hard and he caressed me for a little after. I was in the bed alone. I was very drowsy and fell asleep very quick.
9 a.m. I woke up and noticed the breathtaking view towards the City. I was naked. I remembered my eventful night and smiled.
9:10 a.m. I went into the living room and saw a note and a huge wad of cash on the coffee table. The note said “Thank you. You are divine. I will be calling you again soon, X.” Signed S. He had left me £500. I was confused but knew I would be seeing him again very very soon.
9:30 a.m. I got home with an uber and sat down onto the couch reaching for my laptop. I typed in PART TIME ESCORT in the search engine, clicked on one of the websites, and put in my information and added photos. I wanted more of it so I browsed the website and looked at other girls. A while ago I had done this before but was afraid to go through with it.
10 a.m. I showered and crawled into bed, feeling hungover from the night before.
11 a.m. I woke and checked my phone. I had several messages from different daddies. I went through all of them and tried to research what I am getting myself into. Last year I visited the Red Light District in Amsterdam but this is so much better. I am in charge of everything!
11:10 a.m. There was two messages that intrigued me so I replied to them. They both wanted to see me tonight. I figured I could schedule one for the afternoon and the other for the evening. I wrote to J that I could see him at 6 and I wrote to R that I could do 9.
11:45 p.m. I went to the kitchen and sat on the stool. V was making herself rice. She wondered where I had been all night. I told her everything. She was shocked but wanted me to keep telling her about it. She couldn’t believe I made that much money just from having a nice dinner with a mature man. V loved men. If she could get paid for being with them she wouldn’t mind. I told her I would show her the website later and that I would be busy with more dates tonight.
1 p.m. I sat on my patio smoking. I had work in 30 minutes and was not excited. Now that I got money from enjoyment how would minimum wage with cranky fucks suffice?
1:30 p.m. Made it to work and I was moody.
2:45 p.m. Served many hungry people. My patience was low.
3 p.m. I turned around and at the door stood S. I had no idea why! Honestly, I knew he wanted to see me but not this soon! I walked to the door and asked if he wanted a table. He shook his head and asked me if I had plans later. I told him I was busy tonight but I could see him tomorrow. He smiled and told me he would text me then. I still don’t know why he had to show up at my work though?
5 p.m. I got home and got ready right away. I did my makeup and my hair and put on a nice pink mini dress on.
6 p.m. I met J at a restaurant. I didn’t trust him enough to pick me up yet. S I had met before our date so he was different. He was waiting for me outside and shook my hand. He led me to a table and we sat down.
6:15 p.m. We ordered drinks and had good conversation. I flirted a little. He wasn’t my type at all. He was a bit chubby and his hairline was receding but I knew I would leave happy. I found out that he did IT repair and was average in his income. I thought for a second how much more I charge him per hour than what he makes per hour. It made me feel horny and powerful at the same time.
7 p.m. We finished appetizers. I wasn’t very hungry so I told him I didn’t want dinner. I thought I might eat again at 9 anyway.
8 p.m. He walked me outside and gave me a hug. He told me that he enjoyed me very much and would call me again at some point. He slid me a small envelope and ordered me an uber.
8:20 p.m. I got home and opened my envelope. He paid me £300. Not bad for two hours of conversation.
8:25 p.m. V sat down and asked me how it went. I told her he wasn’t bad but I didn’t click with him as much as S. I figured this was normal and difference would be natural between men.
8:30 p.m. I showed V the website and my profile. She was considering joining. She was more outgoing than I was and yet I was the one doing it.
8:50 p.m. I ubered to the Oriole Bar
9:10 p.m. I walked in and spotted R. He was short and bald. Definitely shorten than me. I don’t really mind dating shorter guys as long as they don’t mind it and it doesn’t reflect on their self esteem. I do mind dating insecure guys! He sat with a glass of scotch. He hugged me and told me to take a seat. I told him I wanted a glass of red wine. R had a good sense of humor and loved talking about himself.
9:40 p.m. We talked a ton and I found out he owns three successful restaurants. I wondered why he needed an escort service? In their defense, these men liked the company but was too busy to fall in serious love. I ordered one more glass of wine.
10:10 p.m. He escorted me out of the bar and the valet pulled up his car. I was set on going home with him. He had a shiny black Porsche.
10:40 p.m. I was far from downtown. He had a home bar, a very big television, a pool table and beautiful furniture. Damn and I thought S was wealthy.
11 p.m. We were in his hottub. I didn’t have a bathing suit so I had to be naked. He didn’t mind. He rubbed my neck.
11:30 p.m. It didn’t take him long to take me to his bed and fuck me. He held my legs up while he thrusted. Considering his height, he was pretty decent down under. I enjoyed getting paid for pleasure. I felt powerful. He then took a pill and fell asleep. Slowly I drifted off too.
10 a.m. I woke up and R was not next to me. On the pillow was my earnings. I had only done this three times now but the routine was so easy to pick up. He left me £600. I think I was ready to quit my waitress job soon.