My very first booking as an escort went well. I started my career in a Parlour. I had moved to Auckland with the idea of giving the Sex Industry a go (very much with the attitude that I would be out as quickly as id started if it didn’t suit me). I knew nothing about it, knew nobody in it and had no idea that there was anything more available to me than Parlours. I organised meeting the managers of 6 that appealed according to their advertising and the phone manner of whoever Id spoken to. Juliettes it was. Juliettes had been under new management for 3 months, the rooms had been refurbished and had a good atmosphere. One of my questions to all had been about how well the girls got along, I had no interest in dealing with “catty” or competitive. The ladies at Juliettes were great (with exception of one). This was a small parlour run by good people. They wouldn’t let me use my real name so I became Bella. Anyway, I digress…I got my first booking 30 minutes into my first shift and had spoken to the gent briefly before he came in. I was sitting in the managers office when he called and she’d launched (much to my horror) into a description of me. Apparently I sounded ok and she handed over the phone for a quick hello. He knew it was my first time, the manager knew him well and I was assured he was one of the good ones. I don’t remember his name, your average Kiwi European, early 40’s at a guess and yes, nice enough…a seasoned punter and a little sleazy but ok.

I’ve been thinking about “First times” the last day or two, hence this post. A new escort who contacted me a few weeks ago wanting to become an escort had her first booking earlier this week. She told me about it and was all set to go, a 1 hour outcall. She’s been excited about finally getting started, a confident, sexy (young) lady who has great potential. It didn’t go well. The gent turned out to be decidedly aging and in a wheelchair, the latter an important point he’d failed to mention, with a seeming inability to orgasm. Being brand new and nervous this is up there with as bad as it can get. A real shame that for someone so keen to be left with, what will always be, bad memories of her very first experience. I would like to find a way to minimise this. I will be giving it serious thought and welcome all suggestions!