Wednesday was a very good day for me. I saw four men and all were very nice. I made good money and had fun (one bought the small Jacuzzi room, which was much more fun than I had thought it would be).
Just a great day all around. Smiling was involuntary.
I woke up tired due to all-night bell-ringing, slamming doors, talking, shouting, etc into the wee hours of the morning. I hadnâ€™t gotten a decent nightâ€™s sleep since I got here and I was waking up between 5:30 and 6:30am every morning whether I wanted to or not. It was beginning to show.
Then I had the brilliant idea of taking the day off and going to visit a nearby ghost town. I had my doctorâ€™s visit (the local perv-doctor) then I was told I could go stay in a hotel! Sleep!
Nope, apparently it was misinformation. Generally, girls were only allowed a â€œ24â€ after being there for two weeks and they werenâ€™t allowed Thursday-Sunday. (One girl had been there since 7/21 and had not taken a day off. It was showing, too.) Still, I was allowed to not get ready and not attend lineups.
Iâ€™d heard that he was a pervert if he liked the girl. But he was in-town (close) and I could go earlier in the afternoon. The nurse came in the room with us, which I was thankful for. He was nice, professional and very fast with the exam. It was more comfortable than my first one even though I was a little sore.
Then the nurse left the room and he explained I had a tilted uterus (which I do) and how a well-endowed man might cause pain during sex (I have already figured this one out). It was a slightly odd conversation, but I didnâ€™t think it crossed any of my lines. Just slightly odd.
back to work
Back at Bellaâ€™s, I got myself ready. I so did not want to deal with anyone or anything. But I did lineups, got picked and restrained myself from violence when the men seemed insulted I didnâ€™t want to have sex with them for $100.
I did not make a single booking on Thursday.
For whatever reason, I thought I was recharged for the weekend. I figured Iâ€™d power through Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Work as much as possible, smile big, be awakened at all hours of the night and really try to make an honest go of this.
You know, let go of my attitude.
I was even going to do an experiment theyâ€™d suggested to me: tell a guy we could have sex for $100 (10 minutes), tell the bartender to set the clock for 7 and then make sure to take up most of that time in blowjob. Apparently, some girls do this to much success and get greatly upsold bookings.
trying to sleep
A lot of that good motivation evaporated Thursday night when Alisha and the bartender decided to have an inane conversation at the top of their lungs at 2am in the courtyard right outside my window, waking me out of the deep sleep I’d finally attained. It took more than an hour to get back to sleep, only to be re-awakened by people apparently booking.
This ensured I woke up Friday morning dead tired and in a foul mood.