Regular as cockwork...

Oh good grief, this regular won't stop calling me. He is always pretty drunk, so much so that sometimes he can hardly talk. He's a bit of a cockney wanker, so his slurred words are bridged by his weakly pronounced 'R's, and embraced by 'vers' instead of 'thers'.

His sense of the complimentary runs with 'good girl' (I'm a woman for Crissakes, a woman!) and 'right slut (well, I can't really complain about that one, it is a sex chat line after all).
He's got a bit of money, I know as he's been calling a while now and we've talked (or rather he has) about lifestyle etc and what he has done and does now.

Funny tho, he lives Oop North. I though all cockney's who made a bit of money moved out of the East End and went to live in Essex.

His calls are such low energy ones, and they can be hard to do, especially at 4.09am, as I start to zone out and think of more interesting stuff like the fluff in my belly button and whether there is a little creature in there who might yell 'HOO!' and let his civilisation be heard.

Still, a drunk cockney wanker droning on and on is all money in the bank, eh. God knows I need it right now.

I got rejected by the escort agency- they said I was too similar to two other girls in my area and being a small but elite agency, it's their policy not to hire girls that would be in direct competition with each other. Surely though, if they have two girls like me they have contradicted themselves? I didnt like to say so, tho. Nobody likes a smartarse.

I hope that was the real excuse and it isnt because I am an aging, ugly old hag. They did ask if they could keep my info for future vacancies, but were they just humouring me, I wonder?


So, I've had to look at other options.
Now this is a bummer as the original agency was close, and classy, and I felt I could trust them. Now I have to wade through speel from other agencies to try to determine which ones are going to be the most suitable.

I have discovered a 'Gents club' which is about an hour and a half's drive away. TBH it would probably suit me best for the present time. I want quick money the easiest way possible (but I do have certain standards, so it must decent and not some dingy cathouse with knock down prices.)


This cockney bloke is back on the line again- fourth time tonight. I can't even understand what he is saying. I'm hardly talking, just moaning and the occasional 'Oh God, yeah' to cover up the gentle sound of keyboard tapping.

I think it must be bedtime as this is a pretty unstructured, rambling post about nothing in particualr.

Sorry folks. Maybe I'll edit it tomorrow and add something interesting.

I do wonder though, do the callers ever hear me when I fart?