Monday, March 30, 2015

 Gerhard was is a pimp and he wanted to pimp me.

Our connection was an escort named Helene, who briefly worked for Marie, before she was fired and found her way to Gerhard's stable. A polite way to describe Helene is that she is an avid networker, an accurate portrayal is that she's a vile gossip.

She quickly learned that Marie was closing the agency and assumed that I would take it over, as she believed that I was Marie's favorite girl and I probably was. Marie had offered to sell me the agency, but that wasn't the business that I wanted to be in. When Helene learned that I wasn't taking over for Marie, she suggested that I join her with Gerhard.

At the time, I'd pretty much decided to become an independent, as I had a good book and had no need for an agency's support. But I had explored a few agencies that had good reputations and had met earlier that week with one that I found tempting. I was curious about Gerhard, so I agreed to meet him.

The following week I was to be in Germany and on my return, I stopped in Bonn to meet with him. He suggested that we meet at a brothel, an experience that made the trip worthwhile. I asked if he owned it and he said no, that a friend was the manager. I didn't believe him. 

When I asked for Gerhard on arrival, there was a small frenzy of activity, the receptionist called another woman, who came out and asked if I were applying for a position, I told her that I wasn't but I was there to meet with Gerhard and with that I was brought to the lounge. The brothel wasn't busy, perhaps a dozen men in the room, some talking to girls other amongst themselves. Three girls sat a the bar strategically situated to see who came through the door.

Gerhard was seated on a couch between Helene and another woman. Helene, bubbly as ever jumped up and excitedly introduced me. After a bit of small talk, the two women left, leaving me with Gerhard. We spoke for about an hour, actually he mostly spoke, telling me how he operates, what services he provides and doesn't provide for his escorts and the cost structure. He obviously fancies himself as a good salesman and he was surprised when I demurred at his attempt to close the deal and told him I'd be in touch in a few days. As we were wrapping up the manager came by and we were introduced and he offered me a tour. Best thing that happened that evening.

In the taxi, heading back to my hotel, I texted Gerhard and told him thanks but no thanks.

Best,

Kim

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Many conversations with Abbie over the last few weeks that culminated with her telling her parents about her relationship. She told her father first, assuming that he knew how our parents handled the knowledge of my first girl friend. He was clueless about that but a good father who loves his children and likes the young woman that Abbie is involved with. His once concern being a professional one of continuing to be Marti's academic adviser. Catherine suspected knew, you can never underestimate a mother's intuition regarding her children, but Abbie was most nervous about telling her. All went well and Marti is welcome in their home. Now we'll see if the romance makes to prom season.

My excursion in the demimonde continues with a satisfactory number of bookings for the incall and a couple of outcall appointments each week. Last evening I worked a bachelor party with Rebecca and another girl, it was an, interesting experience.

Kim

Monday, March 23, 2015

"Frederick tells me that you are a courtesan?" Frederick is the artist for whom I have been sitting for about 18 months, my questioner is a friend and patron. "Frederick is such a romantic, you would think he was a Victorian," was my reply. He made a wry comment at our friend's expense and we both laughed.

Carl is a German who has known Frederick for years and has purchased many of his serious works. Serious as opposed to Frederick's commercial output that is aimed at tourists. After a bit I returned to his question, "If I were a courtesan, would you be interested in seeing me? He smiled and said, "of course." I leaned toward him, so to whisper in his ear, giving him the name of my website and that he could contact me from there. Kissing him lightly on the lips I said, "I look forward to seeing you."

Kim

Wednesday, March 18, 2015



He had serious issues with erectile dysfunction that the blue pill didn't address. Watching was his thing, watching me with fingers and toys.

Kim

Monday, March 16, 2015

Back home means back to working on my back. 

The gentleman was a new client and visiting Paris on business that kept him here over the weekend. With a couple of free days he sought a companion to entertain him and show him around the city and he found me. His reference checked out, he wired half the fee as instructed and was completely well-behaved during our time together, but there was something about him the creeped me out.

I won't be disappointed if he never calls again, but if he does, I can't say that I'll turn him away.

Kim

Thursday, March 12, 2015


Wednesday, March 11, 2015

I wrote the book...

Kim