So had an appontment booked with D1 at the weekend, it'd been booked for ages and I was well prepared and know him so not nervous or anything.
However, come Saturday morning, my bloody body let me down ... surely it was only a week or two since the last one? Unfortunately I have no natural rythmn and can go months and months with no curse then three come along at once, VERY annoying!
Still never mind, I didn't have to take my knickers off for this one so I carried on preparing, false nails - check, tasteful matching bra and thong - check, vibratey things - check, stockings and suspenders - check, sexy secretary outfit - check ... so just to get my stillettos I put in the wardrobe last time I wore them.
Could I find those stilettos? Could I Fuckery! I searched high and low and I found one of them - ONE!!! Now most people lose the odd sock, not me, I lose shoes, it ALWAYS happens. Now I have got a puppy and a big garden and in the past I have wondered if my lost shoes have ended up buried somewhere by my pup. But how could a puppy open a locked door, then open a wardrobe, select one shoe from a pile of clothes and shoes and bags that reaches almost to the top of the cupboard, close the wardrobe, lock the door and go off to bury the shoe without being seen? Yes I know it's not possible, evidently the sock goblin needs shoes to go with all his odd socks!
Anyway, eventually I set off with a pair of pretty office shoes and crossed fingers and arrived only 8 minutes late ... never actually been on time yet! It was all acedemic anyway as I arrived in trainers adn jeans and when I went to change in his bathroom I realised I'd left my shoes in the car and decided to wing it - needless to say he was so taken with the rest of my outfit he never even noticed the missing shoes - sometimes I feel I'd be better servicing women ... they notice stuff! lol.
So I did what I had to do with D1, actually I'd done what I had to do within 4 minutes of arriving but felt I should hang around a bit trying for a second coming 
which obviously never happened he is mid 50's after all.
Anyway I think from now on I shan't kiss any clients, unfortunately I have to kiss the ones who are used to it but not any new ones. I've never liked it but it was worse this time because I was actually thinking about what I was doing rather than concentrating on satisfying the man and whilst he was kissing me I gagged!!! I'm sure he must have noticed - poor man, I mean he's not that gross or anything but I was just stood there thinking "so you've got an old man's tongue in your mouth for £100, what would your boyfriend say, see his tongue is in your mouth" etc. ... it's not good to do that, one NEVER thinks about what is actually happening whilst it happens.
Anyway, I think the Fish has given up on me because he never gives me notice and if I've got something planned or I can't get hold of my security guy to tell him where I am I can hardly drop everything can I? Unfortunately I get the impression that the Fish feels for about £100 a month on average he is my boss and I have to drop everything to be there - shame really apart from Simply Red he's fab.
Got another potential booking at the end of the month, this will be a bit better in that I reckon I'll actually have a bit of fun - it's not the normal giving an old man a hand-job, but the bad thing is he reads my blog ... that won't stop me from writing an honest opinion of him here though! lol.
My real life is pretty cool at the moment, I'm growing vegetables and pickling onions at home and meeting clients and training new staff at work - no one would ever guess what my night job is - so strange, I wonder what secrets other seeming ly respectable, plain, ordinary people have?