Trump supporting LA escort finds it hard to make friends
I am a 24 year old artist. Last year I moved to Los Angeles to help get my name out there in the art community, but I lost inspiration and somewhere along the way I got into the escort business. It pays well and better yet, it seems to have given me a new spark of inspiration.
9 a.m. The sun shining in through my bedroom windows finally wakes me. I groan a bit and put on some panties and an overly large shirt. As I don’t have work until later, I can lounge around this morning. I don’t have friends either – lost most of my friends in 2016 when I didn’t shy away from admitting that I supported Trump. I know Cali is not the place for people like me, but I still love it.
9:15 a.m. I cook up some eggs and bacon and eat them while flipping through tv channels before settling on a cooking show. I don’t love cooking, but I like to watch other people do it.
10 a.m. Once I’m done with the show and breakfast I head over to the kitchen and do a bit of cleaning. I’ve been putting off the dishes for a while, and I know I’ll be too tired after tonight’s scheduled clients to do it tomorrow.
11:15 a.m.Now that everything is clean, I can feel better about making a mess with my paints. I get everything out and gather it into the living room. The big window helps with lighting and it’s just nice to look out at the skyline.
2 p.m. I’ve been staring at this stupid canvas for 3 hours and I’ve barely even done anything. I primed the canvas, but I just can’t figure out what I want to do now. Hopefully tonight’s clients will help. For now, I suppose it’s time for lunch.
3:10 p.m. I’ve cleaned up most of my paint supplies and made a sandwich. I don’t have long to eat before I start getting ready. I didn’t plan to spend that long staring at wet paint.
3:30 p.m. I strip off my shirt and panties and step into the shower. It’s so hot my skin starts to turn a bit pink. I love it. I scrub all over with a strawberry scented body wash. It smells fantastic and I’d like to think it’s become my signature scent.
3:45 p.m. I step out of the shower and dry off. I’ve already decided on a tight black t-shirt and a pair of leather shorts. I bought them as a joke to look edgy at an art show, but I’ve actually come to love them. I let my long strands of wet blonde hair flow down onto me. It’ll dry before I get to work.
4 p.m. I put on a light eyeshadow and mascara and pull on some boots. I grab my keys out of my purse and walk to my car. I’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of me.
5 p.m. I pull up to the hotel. It’s honestly not that far from my house, but traffic’s a bitch in LA. I unlock the room and drop my purse on the nightstand. Time to brush my hair.
5:25 p.m. My first client knocks on the door. I haven’t met this one, but he scheduled ahead, so that’s something. I open the door for him. He looks young. I probably won’t see him again. I’m guessing by his t-shirt and jeans that he used all the extra cash he had to afford this. He sets the money down and awkwardly gestures at it.
5:30 p.m. I’ve sat down on the bed and asked him what he’d like from me. It took a second, but he said he’d like to fuck me. I slowly started to strip him and myself. It seems like he’s going to need to be led through all of this. I lay back and the bed and direct him to get on top of me. He gets it and eventually gathers the strength to enter me.
5:40 p.m. He lasted longer than I expected. He asks if he can stay a bit. I tell him he’s got the hour, but I’ve got a schedule to keep. He’s fine with that, but he wants to cuddle until his hour is up. It’s kind of nice.
6:25 p.m. I managed to kick the boy out. I’ve got about 20 minutes to clean and get dressed before my next client arrives.
6:45 p.m. Another knock comes from the door. I go and open it and see my next client waiting. He’s in his suit but his ties already been pulled off and his top buttons are undone. I can tell he wants this to be quick. He brushes past me to get into the room and explains that he doesn’t have time for foreplay and that he wants me to bend over and present myself to him. He waves the cash in the air for a second before sitting it down on the tv stand. I bend over the side of the bed.
7:05 p.m. He’s slamming into me still. For a man in a rush he’s really taking his time. Occasionally he pulls my hair and pumps into me harder, like he’s about to cum, but I think he’s actually teasing himself.
7:10 p.m. I guess he couldn’t hold it any longer.
7:30 p.m. He’s gone and I’ve cleaned up. I’m sitting on the bed with my work phone in hand. I’m hoping to get at least one more client tonight. I’ve made good money, but there’s always a need for more.
7:35 p.m. My phone dings and I get the message to be ready in 10. I’m already dressed and good to go, so now I just wait for my last client of the night. I spray a bit of air freshener to get rid of the sex smell and sit on the bed and wait.
7:45 p.m. He knocks and I go to open the door. He’s already got the cash out and he hands it to me. I set it down on the stand and ask him what he’d like. He says that he wants me on my knees, sucking his dick. I quickly comply.
7:55 p.m. He comes in no time. I’m good at what I do, after all. He leaves soon after and I clean up and get ready to go. I probably have time for one more client if I really tried, but I’m tired and I’ve made enough money already for the night. I grab the cash from client three and shove it in my purse.
10 a.m. I wake up to the sun streaming through my blinds and stretch my arms above my head. I don’t have clients today, so I’ve got plenty of time for my art and some relaxation.
11 a.m. I’ve had a quick shower and put on some shorts and a tank top. I prepared breakfast and now I’m eating it at my table while scrolling through my phone. I’ve worked out a time to have the hotel tomorrow with another one of the girls. I’ve got another late shift.
11:30 p.m. I gather all my supplies for painting out into the living room. My canvas is already prepared, so now I can just get going on the actual painting.
4:30 p.m. I step back from my work and admire it. It depicts a young women, nude and bent over a wooden stool. Her ass is red and the paddle that made it so is dangling from the chair. The only inkling that she didn’t do this to herself comes from the looming shadow cast over the whole thing. It screams desperation and I love it. I place it on a table top to dry.
5 p.m. I’ve taken a picture of my latest work and posted it to my blog. I haven’t titled it yet though, so I can’t quite put it up for sale.
7 p.m. Just heard the neighbors having loud sex and got horny af. Just because I fuck people for money doesn’t don’t need regular orgasms to keep me going. Messaged three guys I matched with on OkCupid and invited the first one to respond. I call him D. He looks tall, somewhat blonde, full of tattoos. I love guys with tattoos. Not the art aspect, but the message they convey – “I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not. I am on my own and I am perfectly fine”. I love strong men that exude power and confidence. Maybe that explains my affection for Trump.
8:15 p.m. D arrived and it seems he is indeed the guy on the pictures. During the small talk I desperately wanted to quickly get over with, I told him I am a journalist at a no name media outlet. He told me he is a software engineer. I told him IT guys shouldn’t be labeled engineers. Its not like they build cars, plane, rockets or whatever. D told me that he believes journalists are political prostitutes. I thanked him.
9:00 p.m. After a few cigarettes and vodkas, getting down to business. I blew him for 7-8 minutes and he asked to eat me out. If only he knew that yesterday three dicks entered the same place where his tongue is heading.
9:05 p.m. I cum hard on his face. He jerks himself on my belly and leaves. I call it a day.