Kilt Boy

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I've been out of the business for a long time. When a friend of a friend asked if I'd be interested in doing some cam work, I was flattered and said I'd think about it, intending to never think about it. God, I'm over 50 and haven't been intimate with a woman for almost 15 years. Long story short, conversations were had, decisions made, testing done and availability checked. I started this week and am on every night until Friday. Sorry, no details. AT ALL. I just want to make sure I'm charging enough. There is nobody else I know of who can answer these questions. I've asked one other person and she said that I'm probably under-valuing myself. As with most cam work, a lot of it is sitting around, waiting to hit the balance of time vs money. I'm the top tier and we've reached that level pretty quickly each night. Then it's an hour of work and I go home. Probably 3 hours of my time, a good time, and some money at the end. Good work, if you can get it. For those in the know, what should I charge? I won't tell you what I've agreed to so I don't influence the answers. My advisor agrees that it is a good amount, but that I could probably renegotiate after this first gig. The producer had a chat with me and a couple of her firm's high earners because numbers are starting to slip a bit. Advertising this new tier of activity seems to have done the trick, because she told me that they took in about 40% more in that one show than usual. There was a real net increase after paying me. Now, I'm not quitting my day job ... and this is a ton of fun ... but it's only for a short time. I can't do this for an extended period. Work all day, have dinner, travel to an undisclosed location to do a show, go home to bed, repeat all week. It'll be nice Christmas money, for sure. I mean, asking for a friend.

Not THIS week, no. Too much work. A bit sensitive after. Tired, too.

I've been waiting to review Kylee. The first time I saw her, she was just off of the lot and still had that new dancer smell. Mmmmmmm. I still haven't managed to get her upstairs, but I've watched her stage show improve over the last month and I like it. She came in with her own style and moves and is a lot of fun to watch. She isn't afraid of the pole, either. We've chatted a couple of times and she took in every scrap of info I had for her. She's bubbly. There is always a smile on her face, even when she is listening. She's friendly and does a lot of traffic upstairs, so if you're interested you should flag her down and not wait for her to find you.

Don't forget to do the dishes when you're done. I like a selection in the morning.

Will you marry me, bro?

If I'd tried a little harder, it probably would have led to a "G-Spot Tornado".

I got a free coffee! I don't go out for coffee very often, and tried an eclectic little place. I mentioned to the woman behind the bar that I hadn't heard Frank Zappa playing in public for ages. She asked if I could name the song. I said, "Peaches en Regalia." She said, "You don't pay." I now have a favourite coffee place.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" Duh. Of course I want to fuck you. My god, have you seen you? You're the most fuckable thing I've seen in a long time! I'm not going to, though. I'm not ruled by my base emotions or my id. Seriously. There are so many reasons to NOT fuck you. But, yeah; I still WANT to. It's like people who ask me if I'm cold when I'm wearing a kilt in -30°C weather. Of course I'm cold. Don't be an idiot. I'm not insensitive to climatic change. I just handle the cold better.

Reporting live from Barefax. I just popped Luxe's upstairs VIP champagne room cherry. She's lovely. I had met her once before because of some common interest we share, so we were pretty well acquainted already. Without getting too specific ... booty, titties, hair, tats, energy. She has all of those with more in reserve. She attacks the pole with style and is a breathy and responsive partner in the booth. I'll let her discuss her plans for scheduling, but I can't wait to see more of her. I've set the bar pretty high and may have spoiled her for all other men. See if you can do better.

Well, anyone who cuddles for money has to be a coked out whore who will take whatever you offer her so she can get her next fix, right? I swear that's the mindset. I'd never be your regular. I'm more like rocket fuel.

The daytime regulars are usually treated fairly with regard to their song counts, in my opinion. The girls know that these guys will be back on a regular schedule and that they WILL cause trouble with any mistakes. This club is their second home and no business is going to fuck with that.

A bad case of the cops?

This is the time of year when Canadians exchange their summer plaid for fall plaid.

So, they've put numbers on all of the champage rooms upstairs and have instituted a $5 fee to access the second floor in the evenings. There is someone up there taking notes on who goes where and for how long. I was told this is because of rampant overcharging by some evening girls. Note, this is only after 7 to go along with the cover charge. The VIP tax goes to the girl taking notes and you will be expected to pay it yourself. Every time.

Before she crushed my cock with a chair, my girl said something really nice. "I get a lot of guys who tell me that they should wear a kilt so that I'd pay as much attention to them. They just don't get that it isn't the way you dress. It's your personality and character that keeps me coming back to you. And your cock! <laughs>" All the while, sitting on my broad thigh and gently stroking me under the kilt in plain view of everyone in the room. I can feel her getting wet on my leg. I think I'll stop there. It's fairly obvious why people take note of us and assume that we're a couple. I've had guys come up to me IN THE CLUB and ask if they can dance with 'my girl'. It's weird.

Yoga has changed, man.

Allow me to set the scene: A dark champagne room booth. In it, there is a bench seat against the wall and a chair facing it. I'm sitting on the bench seat and one of my ATFs is sitting on my lap. She leans forward to get the chair and pulls it in toward us SHARPLY so she can lean away from me and has some support. Unfortunately, there is now something long and semi-rigid caught between the bench seat and the chair and she is pushing all of her weight on the chair. I was able to quickly reach around under her legs to grab the sides of the chair and lift both her and the chair to push back an inch until I could extricate myself. The apologetic pampering that followed was very nice, but I don't encourage it as a way to get extra attention. Yes, I know. Pants would have prevented this. #ouchie

All but one went for Mac or Sephora instead of lingerie.

"She said, 'Why do you always end up at Barefax Cabaret?'" "I said, 'I don't know. The wind just kind of PUSHED me this way.'" "She said, 'Hey, you're rich.'"

That's kind of frowned on here. Permission and respect are a huge deal, so you're unlikely to get a picture, especially if they're her friend.

All sorted.

The annual scamble to find a great gift for the one you appreciate is soon upon us. What are you planning? I just picked up a bottle of Coco Chanel for one of my favs for her birthday (3 days before Christmas) and am thinking of Pink/Victoria's Secret/Mac/Sephora gift cards for the spendy day for all my regulars. One lady I was close to encouraged me to get her Esso cards! Birthdays are worth the extra effort in my mind. Ladies, what would you appreciate? I offered my girl 6-months of lashes, but she wanted perfume.

A bunch of us are going to be checking for costumes this afternoon. Come on by for a beer and don't forget to take somebody upstairs for a littlle twirl. I'm not saying me, but I'm not NOT saying me. I'm available.