A sex worker is looking for clients and makes home calls amidst the pandemic:
I woke up with a crazy headache because I had been drinking all night. My client was a 79-year old man. His friends needed him to know he could still get some action regardless of his age, so I had to be drunk to be able to get my freak on.
I needed to start getting ready, I had to film content for my OnlyFans, it’s my first post on the site. I wear my cupless Basque lingerie. It makes me feel like another woman. I press play and start to record.
I arrive at work and there’s a strict policy Everyone is getting temperature checks and sanitized. We’re in the club and I’m already talking to a new client. it looks like I’ll be going home with him.
We get to this man’s house on the other side of town and there´s a little house party going on. Everyone is obviously having fun. I try to socialize and make small talk whistles when we go upstairs to get down.
I’m up early and that happens anytime I’m not at my house. I’m ready to go home. I wake my client up and he makes a transfer of my money and we bid each other and I sincerely hope I never meet him again.
I woke up to a text from Shalom, the government was shutting down everything from clubs, bars. Wow, this felt like we were going back into lockdown. I stay in bed for long because I didn’t have to go to work
I’m going through my new post on my OnlyFans and I’m getting a request for a private viewing. Some would like some sexting. I’d have to indulge them because we´re in a pandemic and I need to make money.
It’s my first night with my first client from OnlyFans. He has special requests. I’m performing on Zoom for him and his wife. They are having issues getting aroused by each other. I managed to make the man cum and his wife didn’t look pleased but that’s not my business.
11 am `
I don’t think I remember ever not having to do anything. I’m going to call my family and see how they are doing. My mom goes on about needing money in the house because the family had to stock up.I send her some money and we talk for a little bit.wI miss her and everyone else, but I have to work.
I’d be lying if I say my screen wasn’t giving me gratification. People were actually reaching out for my service. I was afraid I’d have to resort to going back on the street despite the pandemic. I sort through the requests and lined up a few for the week.
I’m meeting my first home client. He’s a single man who needs to have ´excruciating sex´, in his words, because he wants to feel immense pain. It’s not BDSM because we aren´t using the tools. The man brings out candles and asks that I let them burn out on his chest. I don’t mind fulfilling people’s fantasies because it equates more money, and I think venturing out of my comfort zone is a good idea.
I’m home now and I see that I have made more than I’ll usually make in a week. I do my night routine and listen to music till I sleep off.
I wake up to hear my neighbour cursing loudly. She’s a sex worker too but I don’t understand her sometimes. She always has to curse and drag her clients for her money. I start to prepare for my 3 pm appointment which was surprisingly not far from home. It´s supposed to be anonymous. I didn’t know who, all I was asked to do was show up.
I’m on my way to my appointment and a man is holding another man’s shirt in traffic. They are parked facing each other on this chaotic Awolowo road. The traffic is bad and everyone is screaming and honking loudly. The police finally show up and manage to separate both men and get them off the road. People finally start moving. I keep staring at my wristwatch because my appointment was supposed to be for exactly 3 pm.
I get to my client’s home really late. From the gate, I can tell it’s a government house. Armed men are leading me into the back of the house. I walk in only to find out that he’s a member of the ruling class in the country. That explains the anonymity. *sigh
On different occasions, I had seen that particular man at the club. He welcomed me and proceeded to touch me almost immediately. I can feel his boner as I immediately get down to pleasuring him, making him groan and moan at the same time.
I’m on my way home and the Honourable had requested that his driver drops me home and make sure I´m well taken of. I must admit, home calls are way better than hanging around the clubs. This pandemic really is a blessing in disguise.