Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Conrad (agent 069) as reviewed by Natasha Galoure (with YANA as "ghost" writer)

Natasha Galoure was sitting in a bar in a posh little village called Parnell, twirling the straw of her Cosmo absentmindedly.
Natasha was bored to tears and full of resentment; here she was, top-ranking, highly decorated spy for KGB, stuck in this land almost at the end of the Earth (although the latest tourism promotional campaign called it "Middle Earth") all because she refused sexual advances of her superior-General Colonel Vasiliyev.
Natasha's talents and skills were wasted here: there was simply no need for them. Her job at present consisted of making routine contacts with various IT geeks.
She didn't even have her regular partner along: recession affected everyone and with the funds cuts imposed on her organisation, they simply couldn't justify paying two people in this particular location.
So she sat and waited, identifying magazine laying beside her drink, so "contact" would spot her.
Bar was empty at this time of the day, so she wasn't worried much about recognising him: probably another one of those rugby shorts clad chaps in jandals and T-Shirt...

Someone walked in the bar and Natasha looked up: the guy was tall and dressed in a suit. Natasha's eyes trailed appreciatively down Savile Row cut... "Ummm" she thought "If it's him, this could be interesting...Maybe even entertaining"...
The guy looked completely at ease and slowly made his way to her table. He glanced briefly at the magazine laying beside her drink. "Are you the lady with the lost dog?" he asked.
Natasha's ears perked up-that was the code phrase! "Yes... My minituare Chihuahua.Dapple colour. Have you found him?" she replied.
"Yes, I have. May I sit?".
Natasha nodded, consealing her surprise: my oh my, the guy had manners! She now had a good look at the stranger: tall, slender, custom-made shirt and suit, expensive watch, but very subtle, none of those "screaming" brands for him, apparently. He had just a touch of silver at the temples and knowing look about him.
"Well"  Natasha smiled inwardly "I've got myself a silver fox".
"What's your name?" she asked. "Conrad. Conrad The C..t" was the reply
They proceeded to talk business for a bit (some information needed to be dug up and someone had to be identified via  IP adress), but Natasha's mind was wandering. She was weighting various options.
Suddenly, she'd made up her mind. "I might have some other...tasks..for you" she told Conrad.
Again, his look was knowing. "And what would that be?" he politely inquired.
"I'll show you" she said getting up abruptly "Follow me".
He obediently followed her down the dark corridor that led to the bathrooms. Just before they reached those, she stopped suddenly and turned around. She grabbed him by his tie and drew him towards her.
Before he knew what was happening, her mouth was on his,agressively.
"Come on, give me what I want" she hissed.
Conrad pressed her against the wall and his fingers worked their way up her skirt. "Ummm" he thought to himself "Stockings... Feels like lace-top. And a g-string..Well, the lady has class."
Another moment and his fingers were inside her, feeling her wetness. She let out a low moan "Don't stop now".

But he had no intention of stopping. He moved his fingers up and down, until he found her spot. He could feel it: just a small somewhat rough mound inside her.
Natasha grabbed his shirt and was panting heavily. Before she knew it, Conrad was on his knees in front of her, working magic with his tongue. It was all she could do not to grab a fistful of his hair and shove his face even deeper into her crotch. But she had to stay in control.
So she pushed him away and said "Right, that was good. Now we have to do some work".
Conrad took a second to compose himself and they were on their way.
Inside his car, he flicked some switches and pushed some buttons and something that looked like a tablet computer slowly emerged from the console. Conrad was working his fingers across it as he was driving, occasionally giving Natasha bits and pieces of information.
Then they were at his house and he invited her in. Although trying not to show it, she was impressed with his office: computers of various sizes were sitting everywhere, along with other equipment she knew no name or purpose of (Natasha was a "field" operative-hence the need for IT specialist "contacts").

In no time time Conrad had a printout of all the information Natasha required.
"Now" she said" You finish what you've started".. "And be a man about it"
In a split second she was bent over Conrad's desk with her skirt yanked high.
She heard a noise and from the corner of her eye saw Conrad open one of the drawers. In there were condoms of all imaginable colours, flavours and sizes along with various kinds of lube.
"Wow" she thought "Dude doesn't waste any time, does he?"
"Any preference?" he asked
"No. Your choice"
The next hour became somewhat blurred in Natasha's mind, as they were beside the desk, on the desk, on the floor, on the couch...
Lovemaking was frantic and aggressive at times and at times slow and deliberate...
Natasha was having hard time catching her breath, yet Conrad seemed to have endless stamina.
Finally,mercifully, they collapsed on the floor in a heap.
"Well, that was pretty good" Natasha said "I've had enough now. You have fullfilled your obligation with our organisation  and on it's behalf I thank you"

And with that, she was gone.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The ugly side of the industry and why we should talk about it

One of the popular and well-known WGs here in New Zealand was assaulted by a client while in a booking.
Her own account of the ordeal is here.

Her blog post was immediately linked to Adult Forum-the largest,most popular forum for the sex industry in the country and the only one with serious traffic.
I must say that outpouring of the support for Petra was overwhelming, from both guys and WGs. I am very proud of my community,as majority of guys and WGs expressed their sincere sympathy and condemned the attacker.

However, something else became apparent almost immediately: there are still plenty of people out there who are so far behind in the dark ages with their "old school" mentality of blaming the woman, and making light of violence.

The very first reply was from a guy that read: <SIC> This of course is one side of the appointment/story. Its not making total sense either.

To everyone this one-line statement indicated that the poster:
A. Did not believe Petra's account of the incident.
B. Questioned the validity of it.

When outraged citizenry of the forum went after the poster, he quickly changed his tactics and shifted the whole debate to the fact that he thought the incident must to be reported to the police and that he believed it was "100%" rape". Well, quite frankly, I couldn't gather any of that from his original one-liner.
As the discussion has spilled into live chat, the guy kept using the word "hysterical" towards myself and couple of other members. Even when I stopped replying to him, he still used that word, trying to bait me, followed by "She'll get over it".
As he kept steering the discussion towards reporting the incident to police (as far away from his original statement that "it's only HER side of the story" and that "it doesn't make sense" as possible), that guy made a statement that gave me a pause.
I was saying that most reported rapes go un-prosecuted and the assailant gets away scot-free when that guy replied "Well, tell it to the Indian guy from Mona Vale" (a perpetrator successfully charged and sentenced for assaulting a prostitute).
The particular turn of phrase he used is usually reserved for people whom the speaker feels are  "hard done by" and got the "raw end of the deal", NOT for the people one condemns.
Normally someone would say something along the lines of "Well, that dirt bag from Mona Vale got what he deserved" or something similar...

I actually contacted a friend of mine-a MALE psychologist from US and asked him for a consult. I had screen shots of the live chat and the entire original forum thread.
Here's what Steve's (my psychologist friend) assessment was: in his opinion, the guy DID, in fact, question Petra's account and possibly was siding with the attacker.
Repeat use of the word "hysterical" towards other posters later on in the discussion (out of context) suggests that he intended to use the word towards the victim originally, but was "testing the waters" first to see if he gets more support. Also  fraise "She'll get over it"  is quite telling, as the the phrase "Tell it to the Indian guy from Mona Vale"...

This, of course, is just an opinion-neither myself nor Steve claim to be oracles of gospel truth.

Here is Petra's explanation (written the next day) of why she chose not to file a complaint with the police. I firmly agree with her.

When one of my clients turned into a horrible stalker who broke into my house repeatedly and made my life hell for a while, I DID report it to the police. And I did follow up on it several times ( here is THAT STORY). Nothing came of it. He is still running around, most likely doing the same thing to some other girl (as he is known as a recidivist offender) and he still calls me from a blocked number occasionally (quite a lot less these days, thankfully).

When a parlour owner in Wellington whom I worked for-a slight tiny little Chinese lady-was brutally attacked with a baseball bat by a client and robbed, she did report it to the police. Days of questioning ensued and, although it was quite clear who suspect was, nothing came of it.

Imagine my anger when the first response to Petra's blog on Punter Planet (Australian forum) was from a guy who said that "this is not the right avenue" for such posts and "bleating about it (the incident) in a blog is not going to do anything, except breach discretion!

First of all, where else shall we post such things, if not in the SEX INDUSTRY FORUMS, where we discuss sex industry happenings?
Also, Petra did NOT disclose the guy's name,age,description or any other identifying features (except,maybe for "very well endowed", but that's quite a lot of guys), so how is the discretion comes into it,may I ask?
When I pointed this out in a polite manner to the poster, he went on to say that Petra somehow failed to exercise good judgment,as she was "clearly attracting the wrong clientele"...
I was lost for words, quite frankly: Wellington is the capital of New Zealand, Petra was staying at the high-end accommodation and she advertises in the Gold Elite section of, which is single largest and most prominent advertising medium for sex industry in NZ. NZG is as good as it gets here.

Bottom line, there were people (in both NZ and Australia) whom:
A. Suggested Petra was at fault somehow (by not exercising common sense and/or not employing better safety measures).
B. Suggested that Petra's account was possibly greatly exaggerated.

Also of interest is the fact that despite 250 views of the post on Punter Planet, except for the original exchange between myself and that guy, NO ONE wanted to comment,as if trying to sweep the whole ugly affair under the carpet, bury the thread.

Here's the reality: we need to talk about these things. Although industry is largely a great place, bad things do happen.
Exposing these on the forums and in the blogs does help tremendously.
Fear is a great motivator: a lot of people who have bad intentions don't want to get exposed and in today's day and age of Smartphones and tablets everywhere, it could be very hard to avoid exposure.
The next victim may be a LOT less discreet and a LOT more vocal and will plaster her assailant's details all over Internet. Even if it gets taken down, a lot of people would see it. And let's face it: you cannot "unsee" what you've once seen.
So,yes, writing about it does reduce recidivist occurrences. It is also very cathartic to the victim.
In contrast, even if Petra went to the police, the attacker would probably have name suppression order put in place straight away and the wheels of justice move ever so slowly (that's if they do at all, in some cases)-the case might take a few years to get to courts (if it does get that far), so it would not at all help other WGs today and in the weeks to come.

Voyager's post  is something I think is of value to this discussion as well.

I am so impressed by my fellow WGs and agency owners in Wellington (Ms. Ava and Mary of THE FUNHOUSE come to mind) who immediately rallied to Petra's support. They provided comforting shoulder to cry on, guidance and information.
The incident is now reported to NZPC and attacker's details are being circulated among WGs and parlours.

Petra herself in undefeated and strong as ever,as clear from this post.

I want to thank  those amazing clients who are thoughtful, gentle and kind. You guys make our job really fun and rewarding. You make us explore ourselves as we are delving into your world, if only for a hour or so, fulfilling your fantasies and taking you on amazing journey that sexual satisfaction is.
From the bottom of my heart-thank you for being respectful.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Tribute to my Grandpa

My Mom called my yesterday and told me my Grandpa is dying: he can no longer move or even talk.
He is at home, with my Mom looking after him, so at least I know his last days are spent with the loved ones in the comfort of his own surroundings. We don't believe in unloading our old and/or sick elders to "homes" in Russia.

Grandpa (Semion is his name) is amazing person: completely and utterly self-less. I don't think I've ever met anyone like him in my entire life.
He lived a very hard life, yet he never complained and cared about others much more than he ever cared about himself.

He is not my biological Grandfather-that one was killed in WWII.
Semion met my Grandma (now deceased) at the end of WWII and married her. Grandma had two kids (my Mom and my Uncle) from her first husband and Grandpa Semion raised them as his own.

It's not cool to talk ill of the dead, but my maternal Grandma was not a nice person. She managed to never work a day in her life (which was not at all an easy feat in Soviet Russia-working was mandatory and for a while being unemployed was a felony offence punishable by jail time), yet she treated Grandpa as her slave.
He was the one who made all the money, but she took every last cent from him, giving him small allowance every day. She made him clean the house and run the errands as well.
Every time she pretended to be sick (and she did this often), she demanded he waited on her hand and foot while still working full time.
She would also throw horrible tantrums and even hit him sometimes (while he NEVER raised his voice or laid a finger on her).
Yet he stuck with her for decades, until her dying day (he almost collapsed himself towards the end, taking care of her day and night) because he believed that if you promised to take care of someone, that is what you do-it is your cross to bear and there could be no complaining about it.

During WWII Grandpa was sent with his battalion to Japanese border: Stalin believed that Japan might attack Russia, so wanted to keep some semblance of an army there.
As things were not going good for Russia at the start of the War, at some point supplies were completely cut off to the troops on Japanese border. Yet the orders were for them to remain there.
These soldiers were laying in ditches dug in dirt, with no food supplies and hardly any ammunition, open to elements in freezing cold. Yet if anyone attempted to complain or, God forbid,flee, they were shot on the spot by their own superiors.
When my Grandpa was finally discharged from there, he could barely move. He weighted less than 50 kg and resembled a skeleton covered with skin. Laying in wet dirt for months took it's toll as well-for his entire life after that he was plagued by skin disease that couldn't be cured and was flaring up constantly.
He stomach and digestive tracts were forever messed up as well as his liver and kidneys.
Yet he was never bitter. He just went on without ever complaining.

It was heart-wrenching for me to see his face when War medals were distributed for one of the Victory's Anniversaries and he was not given one, as technically, he was not in "active battle" force... Yet he still didn't say anything and praised the Government, the Party and the Army.

I remember Grandpa helping me prepare for the start of the school year (traditionally September 1st in Russia): as there was never enough textbooks, we took care of them, wrapping them in special protective paper and writing their titles and our names on the front.
Wrapping a book is an art in itself-grandpa was so good at it! That's probably where I got a knack for creative wrapping of X-Mas presents.
He would come home from 10 hours of work and spend hours helping me wrapping the books and even my notebooks, making and attaching paper tags to them and then writing my name and book title on them (he had beautiful calligraphy).
He helped me with homework when I was in early stages of school (it got too hard for him as I moved up levels) and with endless school projects.
He was never too tired or too busy when I needed his help.

My parents were elite athletes, so forever away in other cities for training and competitions, and from the very early age I've lived at my grandparent's full time, only visiting my parents occasionally.
So my formative years were spent with my Grandpa mostly. He taught me so much. Often little things, that you don't even think about: how to sharpen a pencil with a knife to a perfect point, for instance, or how to write with a real old-fashioned ink-filled pen...

After my evil Grandma died (I lived in US by then), my Mom took Grandpa into her home. I am glad he got to spend his last years enjoying life, finally.
I did get to see him-Mom brought him over to Las Vegas ( where I used to live) a few years back and they spent three weeks there.
Grandpa was like a kid-he never seen anything like Vegas before. It was so cool to watch him.

Yesterday,  my Mom was sitting by Grandpa's bed,talking to me, crying and stroking his face, telling him that we loved him, that she has me on the phone... He can no longer talk, but I do hope that he is going to go knowing  he was much loved and will always be remembered.

I love you, Grandpa.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

50 shades of a relationship with a Working Girl (aka Sex Serive Provider, aka a Prostitute)

Well, OK, maybe there isn't THAT many "shades" (variations) of such a relationships, but I couldn't resist a catchy title, so sue me...LOL..

Seriously, though: often times what should be a simple and straight forward business relationship ends up all kinds of blurry and undefined. We can't help it-we are only human.

The most common kind, of course, is simple "sex-for-money" exchange. It doesn't mean that there isn't intimacy or warmth taking place-very often a skilled provider will make you believe you are the one and only, very special person, but all of it starts and ends at the appointed paid-for time. There is no any kind of contact outside of that time frame, except for making another booking.

Sometimes lines get a bit blurred when both client and provider discover things in common (usually after several bookings) and start sharing some personal information with each other. It makes a booking feel a lot more personal and intimate, but still there is no any kind of contact outside of work.

Some WGs (myself included) would meet select clients outside of work for occasional coffee/drink/dinner. Those meetings are not "pay-for-play", but rather an additional perk for loyal regular clients who just want to talk from time to time. Personally, I only offer this to clients who are truly "regulars" (i.e. see me on ongoing  basis for several hours at a time). Those are also the clients who would definitely help me out if need be: for instance, if I had a big expense coming up, such as holiday or a major move and I contact them asking if they would do a booking with me in addition to our regular scheduled ones, they are always quite happy to oblige.

I've known a punter who would pre pay his favorite WG for 4 or more sessions at once (so we are talking over $1000 + in her pocket in advance) with the provision that she occasionally goes to lunch with him free of charge (of course, he paid for lunch). Not a bad arrangement, if you ask me-more than fair.

There are also WGs who enjoy spending time socially with their clients because they have the same hobby/interests. Nothing wrong with that, but personally I don't do this, as lines get really blurred and things become unclear. I think Voyager has a blog post on the subject.

Then, of course, there are those "murky waters"... When client fell in love with a WG and wants to see her repeatedly... WG doesn't reciprocate his feelings, but it's really hard to let go of regular (often very significant) income. And so they do this little dance, where she pretends she doesn't have a clue about his true feelings, but gives him just enough encouragement to keep on coming... And the guy hangs on to every word/gesture, interpreting it as a "sign" that she really does feel the same as he...
Guys, word of advice: if a girl LIKES you (in THAT way), she will find the way to let you know. And it's not going to take long. If you've been booking the same WG for months because you are head over heels in love with her and she never even hinted that she would like to spend time with outside of work, she only wants you as a client. Harsh, but true.

There are also those who deliberately lead WGs on to believe that there are "feelings" involved, just to get free sex. Those guys are usually married and have no intention of leaving their wives.One such case made headlines in New Zealand few months back.

There are other predators, who purposely seek vulnerable WGs, strike up some semblance of a relationship with them and then either just mooch of WGs earnings or get free sex (or both) all the while using and abusing the girl emotionally, mentally and often physically, often hooking them on drugs, so poor girl doesn't see any way out (I had few friends who went through those kinds of relationships).

Special note should be made of what I call "white collar" opportunists. Those are the guys who frequent industry forums. Often times they don't punt at all or do it very seldom, yet they post on the Forums frequently and with aplomb, creating a well-recognised persona.
What they are after is a "fuck buddy" or "friend with benefits"-they really don't want to pay for it. They contact WGs under pretence of getting to know them before they decide on a booking.
These types could talk at length and often get WGs to meet them for coffee/drinks.
As the guy is a well-known forum contributor, it's hard for WG to flatly refuse. Besides, judging from the posts, guy does appear to spend money. These guys then try to talk WG into either "friendship with benefits"-i.e. they are now friends, so how about a free sex now and then or they try to entice a WG with a promise of huge earnings from some business venture they are involved in, but they say they need to "test her skills" first, so back to free sex part.
Sometimes variation of these white collar opportunists are people who demand discounts/unsafe services,etc while in a booking, blackmailing WG with a "bad review on the forum" if she doesn't comply.
Personally, I find these guys disgusting and reprehensible.

There are, of course, plenty of happy endings (pun not intended) and "Pretty woman" types of stories.
In fact, I know several people who met in a "WG-client" context, fell in love and live happily ever after. That's great, but reality is, it doesn't happen that often.

We provide a very intimate, personal service. Sometimes it's hard to clearly define the boundaries. Sometimes boundaries shift because circumstances change.
Keep thinking with your big head at all times and don't loose perspective-that's my advice.