Juliette Morrigáns first time with a callboy
Ten more minutes! I admired my new dress in the hotel room’s large mirror and felt a tingling excitement. I had just danced. I love spreading out in a beautiful hotel room, conquering the space, preparing my body for what’s to come by moving. I looked at my watch – he would be here soon. I’m always excited before a date, but this date was a very special date. Because the man I was expecting in my sexy dress hadn’t booked me as usual, but the other way round – I had booked him.
How it feels to buy sex – as a woman
I am an absolute connoisseur. I like to reward and pamper myself and treat myself to an extensive massage at least twice a month. But a call boy? That was something else and it took me quite a bit of effort to book him. I live in Berlin, the most sex-positive city in Europe, where a potential date lurks around every corner if you put your mind to it. I even get paid for wonderful sex as an escort myself. So why should I pay for sex? What would be different if it was me and not him who paid for the hotel, the food and the champagne, and the fee was of course waiting for him in an open envelope?
After I had made a binding booking, I found myself suddenly and unexpectedly thinking about all the clichéd prejudices that I am often confronted with as a sex worker and that naturally upset me a lot. Will he enjoy it or is he just doing it for money? Will his lust be real or will he just fake it? Does he enjoy arousing women he doesn’t know and going out to dinner with them first?
I had booked a longer date so that I could flirt with him while enjoying the culinary delights before we went back to the hotel. Just the way I like it when someone arranges a date with me. Now I was suddenly unsure. Will he make bored small talk while slurping oysters and think about something else, even though his profile says he likes to meet new people?
‘I love my work,’ I told a colleague. ‘Why shouldn’t it be the same for him? And even if he doesn’t, that’s fine too. Sex work is also work and other professions aren’t fun every day either.’
‘I agree,’ she replied, ’but a nice hotel room, a fancy restaurant and a four-hour date – you’re treating yourself. I can understand that you want him to be as authentic as you are.’
‘Have you ever done it before?’ I ask curiously.
‘Never, although I’ve toyed with the idea a few times,’ she admits. ‘Now I’m even a little jealous that you’re so brave.’
A Tabu
‘How would you make it an unforgettable experience?’ I want to know.
‘Hmmm, I’m usually very kinky and active at work.’ she replies. ’Maybe I’d just want vanilla sex. Or I would try starfishing. Even if it feels like a taboo to lie there silently and motionless while he does his best.’
I had to laugh out loud at the idea of her being a Starfish. Just because it’s taboo, it’s kinky again. At the same time, I had an erotic idea for a role play. Would it be possible with my chosen date? I had tried in vain to read between the lines of his profile to see if he had a kinky side, but he seemed more classic. Well, it was exciting enough – my first date with a callboy.
I took another deep breath. The champagne was in the ice cooler. I had even bought a large bouquet of flowers to make the beautiful room even more atmospheric. I had asked him to come straight up and I looked at my watch one last time – and was startled when there was a knock. He was right on time.
‘Nice to finally meet you,’ he said with a beaming smile when I opened the door. First impressions are often crucial. I was sure this was going to be a wonderful evening.