For the Boys who Boycott Agencies

When I first discovered the hobby I was under the impression that most girls worked through agencies.  In my mind, resources were limited and circles were small enough and selective enough to mandate some sort of internal order.  Structure meant security and perhaps I watched too much Law and Order, but I always imagined that an official network connected every worker with every man who was seeking service.

Most of the clients I met when I put myself out on the market for the first time were very experienced in this dirty world of ours.  They showed me the ropes, taught me the rules of the game, and exposed me to the special touches that give an average gal that little extra edge that we all strive for.  Surprisingly enough, these men all had one thing in common, they were all quite adamant about only seeing independent girls.

Rumor has it, girls affiliated with most agencies are overworked.  They are often described as pawns in another’s game, so the desires and concerns of the provider are almost always silenced.  Several boys are under the impression that agency girls seem rushed and they let a few poor past experiences shape their opinions on every agency they come in contact with.  The pennies they save are for the experience, and some boys don’t feel comfortable having the provider release a cut to a third party.  I understand and am can empathize with some of their concerns, but I am always quick to voice my own opinion on the matter, so here’s my personal take:

For the first several months, I assumed that indy was the only way to go.  I knew I wasn’t perfect at the screening or schedule maintenance, or even taking care of myself for that matter, but I wasn’t quite convinced that someone else could do a better job.  I started to hate the TCB portion of the biz, and the stress of that often overshadowed my skills or patience BCD.  I felt as though I was on-call 24/7.  Weekly ads required daily updates of emails and PMs.  If I was away from my email or phone for a few hours, I could potentially miss out on the few appointments a week that I would be booking. *

The obsessive checking of emails began to wear me down.  It was exhausting to always be on the go and the wasted energy on stress related to managing my business made my appointments less exciting than what they could and should have been.  I was in my “provider-mode” almost every hour of every day and my personal life was affected in a major way.

I am in this business because I like the interactions.  I love sneaking away and going to where no one knows my story or even my name.  I can wear a mask paired with something soft and skimpy.  I pamper boys and have them pamper me in return.  I can save up for a fun weekend of baseball and beer at a nice hotel, simply by putting on makeup and lounging around in a nice hotel.  The touches, the smells, the surprises and the sex are the things that keep me coming back for more.

I know that my time spent between the sheets is very precious to me, but even more precious is the time spent on my daily life.  You know, the parts that will be around long after I retire from the hobby and push those interactions with strangers far out of my memory.  These are the parts that I truly need the time to focus on and taking care of them allows me to be the best at everything in my life, including what I do while wearing my provider hat.

So how does the agency work into all of this?  Simply outsourcing.  I don’t have the time to screen.  I don’t have the energy to flirt with clients through email.  I certainly don’t have the time to maintain a schedule.

• Am I overworked?  Rarely.  I find myself wishing I had more appointments and never wishing that I have had less. 
• Am I upset about giving someone a cut?  Not at all.  I would never be able to make near as much in one day as I can at the agency.  They have more than twice the resources that I have, so it more than averages out in the long run, especially when I’m only working very part time.  Sure, income fluctuates from week to week, but it does so in indy life as well.
• Do I feel like a cog in a factory?  I might be more reliant on her than she on me, but so far I’ve been quite pleased.
• Do the boys feel rushed?  I would argue that they don’t.  Sure, there isn’t as much time for the romancing beforehand, but the pacing is something that any girl can get down with enough practice.
• Will I ever go indy again?  Perhaps, but only if my real life doesn’t allow me to be reliable enough for an agency’s time table.

So boys, go easy on the agency girls.  Refusing to see them simply out of principle really limits your potential excitement in the hobby.  Bypassing a girl you like because you’re weary about the agency is even more obtuse of a stance, at least from where I’m standing.

The Truth about Older Men

When I began the hobby, I had two major concerns about my clientele that I knew would either make or break me.  I was afraid of the old ones and the ugly ones.  As far as I knew, the oldest of my partners in the swingers scene was late 40s, and the ugliest always looked fuckable after several ounces of liquor.  The younger, more handsome clients that stop by often repeat my initial concerns, so I feel that it is now time to divulge the truth about age. 

I was never very good at math, so I can’t begin to tell you the age of the average provider or hobbyist, but one thing that I am very sure of is the gap between the two.  The ideal provider is firm and perky.  She smells sweet and is full of energy.  Because of the strain of hobby life, she is often single and childless and keeps silly hours.  Perhaps she has to be naive and unwise to even enter the hobby in the first place, but then again, maybe she needs to be jaded by years of hardship and lousy men as well.  32 sounds like a good age to me.

 The ideal hobbyist is a little more tempered.  He has an established career which allows him the extra $200-$800 a month of cash which he doesn’t have to account for.  He isn’t worried about paying rent and doesn’t skip out on work  for a week when his engine blows.  He has a simmered-down marriage or is scratching an ever present itch after a divorce.  He is 51.

 I began hobbying at 22, so if my calculations are correct, I would spend half of my time with men that were more than twice my age ( several being a decade or so older than my own father).  I figured this would scare me off, but in the long run, it is one of the things that kept me coming back for more.