theoldguy

Here's an interesting situation. I take occasional contracts on the side for various electronic surveillance (corporate background checks, suspicious wives, etc) In this case an interested party (sister-in-law) suspected a man of straying from his marriage and paid a somewhat substantial amount of money to know for sure. Spent quite a bit of my spare time setting this up and let the tools of the trade do their thing. Tonight I'm parsing through the results and basically found a fellow hobbyists hobby email, complete with registration to forums, agency mailing lists, direct communication with escorts that I've even seen myself in the past... On the one hand I dont get paid if I come back empty handed, (well, not paid as much), on the other hand I dont feel right outing someone for something I am guilty of myself. Not sure if what the right thing to do is here from a professional and personal standpoint. Opinions?

Booking was a breeze as per usual with this agency. Phone girl recognizes me as a regular so she no longer bothers with the details beyond time and length. Arrived in the apartment to be greeted by a beautiful girl, very slim with proportionate enhancements. Shower was quick and very friendly, lots of hugging and dfk and some chitchat. Moved on to the bed where after some dfk she begins with a nice vigorous bbbj, while I explored with some digits. Changed this up to prolonged 69 during which she seemed to genuinely enjoy herself. She's trimmed and clean, tastes delicious. On goes the cover and we start with very energetic CG, no laziness from this one. She reached back and massaged my balls as I sucked on her very responsive nipples. lots of DFK rhroughout. She eventually pulls me up into a sitting position where she grinds against me, tons of hugging, DFK and light scratching on my back. Seems to enjoy getting kissed and licked all over her face and neck. I couldnt wait anymore so I picked her up (she weighs nothing) and lay her on her back to finish in mish. Stayed in her after the finale for a few minutes, hugging and kissing some more. Time was up but she had me flip over for a short but enjoyable back and shoulder massage with baby oil. More DFK in the shower and at the door, 15 minutes past the end of my appointment. I dont usually repeat but she is definitely in my top 5 experiences ever, I'll be knocking at her door next week.

These days I'm particularly fond of "Eyes on fire" by Blue Foundation.

Customers fought on the main floor apparently. The girls are just being extremely catty. Havent actually seen girls fight in there since Nikky floored some other girl during the summer.

Booking was simple as usual with AP. Showed up on time for my appointment and headed to the condo. Rumi is a very pretty girl, I'd estimate a bit older than advertised but thats nothing unusual. Shower started off standard but then turned into a nice intro, with bj and soapy body slides and titty fucking which brought me back to my soapy massage days in Bangkok. On the bed started facedown for the standard k-girl tongue massage, then the flip followed by a very enthusiastic bbbj. This girl attacks from every angle, moving to various positions allowing roaming hands to enjoy every part of her body. She even moved into 69 without prompting, allowing for some brief but fun daty and digits. At some point during this she slipped on the cover without me noticing. Started the main event with cg followed by and interesting sitting up position where she grinded against me with her legs around my waist. Finished laying down sideways from behind during which she either climaxed intensely at the same tine I did or gave a really convincing acting performance. With some time left we chatted and cuddled as I returned the tongue massage on her nipples. She asked me to stop as she was getting horny again and had no more appts booked. A very good start to the day eith 2 great providers. Hopefully Pigales has some of my regulars later on to end the night.

Woke up in the mood today and decided to peruse the daily selection of Asian providers within walking distance of my home. Was intrigued by a few others but eventually settled on Rena from Moonbay because of the 1 minute walk. Booking was simple as is usual with Moonbay. Door opens and I anxiously await the sight of who stands behind it. Very pretty girl, dressed in a bra and barely there thong. We proceed to the bedroom with some light chatter, she speaks better english than the average offering around here. On to the shower, very thorough and relaxing. She then towels me dry, getting on her knees to get my legs and sneaking in an introductory bj. On to the bed, where I begin face down for the now typical k-girl tongue massage, from knee to nape and back down the other side. Then the flip and some more tongue massage, lots of attention to the nipples. Good BBBJ, and as she reaches for the cover I ask for 69 instead. For those who care, she is groomed but still looks natural, clean and sweet and very responsive. On goes the cover and she starts in RCG, followed by CG and Mish during which there is ample DFK. Eventually finish in doggy, nice and tight with no complaints about size. She ends it with a surprise, removing the cover and sucking me clean instead of the usual wetnap. Quick shower, then she helps me dress, nice DFK at the door then I walk home to post this. I would definitely repeat if this week wasnt offering such a large selection... Wondering whether to try Rumi or Jina to keep me occupied in the afternoon.

Apparently there was a huge fight on saturday with 15 customers involved. Things have been slow making the girls way more aggressive than usual, which creates a tense ambiance. Hopefully things pick up soon.

Jordan was there last night at 2am.

Yeah. Was told tonight that they closed for their annual staff party. Considering how dead the place was tonight I am surprised they weren't closed for a few days.

Drove by around 11pm tonight, parking was empty and doors were locked. Anyone have any info on why?

Personally every day I hope to see Jasmin Thai post a return to Ottawa!

Well, I've told "her" about this thread and she read it. I told all my regulars I wont be back for a while on account of being back with my ex. I quit my night job and have enough sleeping pills to knock myself unconscious at 10 every night for a year. All thats left is to stop compulsively reading these forums 10 times a day. I had decided to come clean to my fiance, but despite everything "she" told me I should just bury it and move on with my life. She's a better person than I could ever hope to be. Guess this is me signing off. If you come back and read this, just know that I'm sorry L.L.P.P.

You're actually right on the job aspect... Doing my 2nd week of day shifts now after switching last week. Have to say I'm fairly tired after leaving the tables at 5am and coming to work, but eventually I should be able to sleep at night. Hopefully.

Spent the night at the club again, where one of my regulars started insisting she'd like to spend the day with me over the weekend. This can't go on, and I know what I have to do. I'll send the link to this post to the one girl I feel like I've hurt the most. I deserve whatever she decides to do with the information in here. She knows my real full name, where I live and where I work. She can ruin me, like I threatened to do to her. If she'll just let me walk away from all this I'll explain my disappearance to all the other girls by saying I am giving things with my ex another try and have to stay away from the clubs to give it an honest chance... Regardless of what she decides to do I think you're all right and therapy is probably what I need. Edit: There's a certain irony to receiving a text from another regular asking what I'm up to at 4:30am as I post this.

I have to preface this with a bit of a blurb about myself to make it more coherent... I'm an early 30 something guy, well off, not unattractive, been in long term committed relationships most of my adult life, and live a normal life by day. I have a perfectly good sex life outside of the hobby, to the point where I am usually spent by the time night arrives and I find myself free. I've also been working at night my entire life. Imagine a life where for 8 hours every day you live normally, with normal social interaction, and halfway through every day you end up alone. Completely cut off from everyone, nothing to do, with a job that has very few requirements and lets you do basically whatever you want. It's lonely, extremely lonely, I'd say enough to drive a sociable person mad in the long run. So I found my way to cope, in gambling and the hobby. Since my late teens I've lived a double life, and never let either one spill over into the other. I fund the one part of it (hobbying) with money made in the other part (gambling) No one in my normal life knows I hobby or that I have a gambling addiction, no one at night knows I have any strings attached to anyone and that I'm doing anything wrong or cheating on anyone. No one in my daytime life even know that I'm a smoker. My 2 lives are so different at times I've wondered if I suffered from some kind of psychosis, but it doesn't seem to fit anything I've read about. For me, the hobby has never been about sex, it's been about companionship. I mostly stuck to asian companions as the language barrier prevented any feelings from developing and messing things up for me. I tried to avoid having regulars in strip clubs for the same reason, and I completely avoided "menu" or "extras" girls there. For the most part I never even become aroused during dances, and try to make it all about their experience, something they're usually extremely thankful for. Apparently I'm quite good at it. Last February I realized it had to end. 6 months prior I'd proposed to my girlfriend and instead of the expected answer she broke things off. Then we worked things out and I found myself engaged. I didn't want to be the guy that cheated on a wife, I needed to stop hobbying. But stopping was harder than I thought it would be, the nights were back to being empty, and while my daytime life was completely fulfilled, I was miserable at night. So I made a deal with myself, a compromise, strip clubs don't break any laws, there's no chance of bringing home anything nasty to share with a loved one, and it permits the intimacy I crave to fill the void of that empty part of my life. It worked out fine, and I thought I could carry on like this indefinitely. Then I met "her". A stripper, extremely beautiful, smart, interesting, completely different from any of the other girls in the club... and she has the same gambling addiction as I do. I won't go into too many details but I broke my rule and started seeing her regularly... how complicated that was did not help matters, and some of you will make a mental link here, but that's besides the point. She started regularly suggesting we meet socially outside the club, and I avoided it as long as I could. Then I made the big mistake. Saw her outside the club and suggested we go eat, and exchanged numbers... Didn't realize it at the time but that was opening Pandora's box. I'd avoid mentioning this part but its integral to the story, so I have to mention that the next day she called me asking to borrow a ridiculously large sum of money, so thinking she was a scammer I did my research and found tons of information about her online, details about her past life, how to contact many of her friends and family members, etc... I didn't lend her the money at that point and thought I'd never hear from her again. Instead, she called regularly. Maybe I encouraged it, with some drunken text flirting, maybe she thought she could soften me up and eventually get to "borrow" more money, maybe she genuinely liked me. I've yet to come to a conclusion regarding that. So I kept seeing her, in and out of the club, and spent many nights talking to her on the phone when she was out of town. This was perfect in many ways, filled that void in my life at night without me needing to even head out of the club. Some would say I was using her, others would say we were mutually using each other, as we both live lonely lives dictated by a job, cynics would say I'm an idiot that was being lead on by a stripper. I did lend her money multiple times, much smaller amounts, and she did always return the money within reasonable timeframes. She also had quite a group of friends in the club, which I ended up meeting. She trusted me, so by association they trusted me, and I got somewhat close to all of them. I spent my entire summer in the club almost every night and hanging out with many of girls after closing time. I concocted a story mostly based on truth about living with my ex, which I had done prior to getting back with her, which set a clear boundary about ever coming back to my place, something they suggested doing pretty regularly. I left out the part about me being engaged... Had to keep my phone on silent at all times as on the average day I'd get contacted by at least 3 of the girls. Things were complicated but I kept them separate. Problem remains the first girl. She is amazing, and the more I got to know her the more I realized I was in trouble. She lied about some stuff to protect her privacy, gaps I filled in with knowledge I'd gotten when I did my research right at the beginning. I didn't hold that against her, I had my own lies to balance things out. I felt horrible about it and wanted to tell her the truth, but I really couldn't. Other things she opened up to me so much I started caring about her way too much. Once again, cynics will say she was just opening up to eventually fleece me or to keep a really profitable customer. Maybe. One thing that came up all the time was how afraid she was of her non-work life finding out what she did for a living. I could relate seeing how I've been living my life. I also realized one thing, if I was able to find all that stuff about her in half an hour of online research, anyone could. Every single time she gave out her number to a customer she was putting herself at risk of a pissed off guy taking revenge by outing her to her friends and family. Then I messed up, alluded to knowing her outside the club on another of these forums where she's really popular. (she works in many cities) She saw the post and was extremely mad at me. She didn't communicate with me at all for 2 weeks. This time was enough to make me realize the horrible truth, all I could think about was how to fix things up with her, I barely functioned during the daytime and neglected my normal life. Lost my appetite, couldn't sleep more than a couple of hours at a time. Fuck, I'd let myself fall in love with a stripper. I cared about her more than my own fiance. Then she called one day to chat, and as usual the topic of a close call with her family came up. I had to end things, and I wasn't thinking clearly, so I did what seemed logical at the time. I told her of all the stuff that could be found about her online, I knew it would end things and I hoped she would take steps to protect herself and her privacy. 2 birds with one stone. She was livid, more so than I would ever dream of, and I'd forgotten one little detail, she currently owed me some money. I asked about the money and her answer was "you've lost alot more than your money, you've lost me!". I assumed that meant I'd lost both. I let 2 weeks go by, during which I stopped by my usual club, got all the girls together, told them I'd let myself get too close to "the girl", had to end it, bought them all one last drink and explained I was too hurt and had to stay away from the club from now on and wouldnt see them again. All of this was true, I stepped out of the club, deleted all their numbers, and expected never to step back in there or see or hear from any of them anymore. Many of them did keep in touch, but I still didn't return to the club. I spent my nights in lower key clubs and made a point of not getting to know any of the girls. I was completely messed up, and getting angrier about the borrowed money every day. One night it burst out and I ended up doing exactly what I had hoped to protect her from, contacted her and told her if she didn't return my money I'd out her to her friends and family. I dont know what made me do this, anger, the need to communicate with her in any way, I've spent hours thinking about it and I can't come to terms with what I did, it really wasn't that much money. I should have just let it go. Her answer made me realize how much I'd hurt her, and I ended up telling her to keep the money. I dont know if that was just her hustling her way out of a bad situation, but I chose to believe she was being truthful and that my actions really had screwed up her life too. I thought she'd tell her friends about what I'd done and that it would at least make all the other girls hate me as well, which would have made things alot simpler for me, but instead she broke off contact with everyone, and all the others kept in touch still. Then one night at one of Ottawa's lesser clubs I ran into two of her friends who had been two of my regulars. One of them came to see me and actually started crying, saying how I was one of the only nice guys they ever met in the clubs and how they all thought I'd just used them to get closer to "the" girl and now that things were over I'd just stopped caring about any of them. I took her to the CR and tried to calm her down, explaining nothing could be further from the truth, I missed hanging out with all of them but just couldn't bare being in their club because of what had happened, which was entirely true. I felt horrible, and having found out that "she" hadnt been back in Ottawa since, ended up falling back into the routine of going to the first club, and hanging out with all these girls. I tried not to cross any lines, and mostly managed it, except one night after supper with one of the girls, who happened to be extremely drunk and apparently horny, ended up latching on to the idea of having me park the car somewhere so she could, in her words, "rape the fuck out of me". I defused that situation as best as I could and she thanked me for not taking advantage of her drunkenness the next day. This went on for another 2 months, during which I picked up even more regulars that I see outside the club regularly, and I kept everything at arm's length, and everything was fine. I was still trying to quit, but addiction is a tough thing to break. I even quit my night job thinking to end this double life I lead by simply needing sleep at night. Its surprising how little sleep the human body needs, and I just kept being out every night. Then this week I got the dreaded message, "She's back." Seeing her hurt more than I thought it would, and I'm back to being completely messed up. I sent her a text asking if she'd prefer I avoid her club and the casino until she leaves town again, and she hasn't answered. Instead, as far as I can tell, she just leaves both the club and the casino when I arrive. I never meant to hurt her, so seeing this hurts even more. And the last thing I want to do is mess with her livelihood. So here I am, a heartbroken asshole who's been cheating on his fiance and pinning after a stripper while planning his wedding. I'm writing this because its a way to sort out my thoughts and some may find it interesting. If I'm being honest with myself, I'm also hoping one of the girls will stumble upon this, recognize me, and tell all the others. Maybe at long last that would drive a final nail into the coffin of my second life and I could move on, albeit broken and humiliated. I can't think of any other way to break this addiction.