Catch Up On Payment and Kindness

I am relieved to report that the gentleman in question has been in touch to confirm another date in the very near future to fulfil the task. I was not surprised that he got in touch. I would have been surprised and quite disillusioned had he not. I've never really doubted his integrity as, for that one misunderstanding, which can be attributed to poor communication, there are a dozen times he has put himself out for me quite selflessly. Established trust is the worst type of trust to break.

Then there's past experience to go by. Like I said, I had someone do a runner once before. This was just after I'd moved over from the City back to South London. I had all this heavy furniture to move around and things to generally sort out. One of my youngest clients asked if there was anything he could do to help. I have clients that are givers and clients that are takers. This one is a taker. I could also say he is a chancer if you don't keep a watchful eye out for him. That could be the subject of another blog entry!

I've had an offer like that before, in which the gentleman concerned asked for nothing in return and made it clear he just wanted to help. He was actually a blog reader and he later became a client, and more recently, we bumped into each other at a totally non-adult seminar. The subject of yet another escort blog entry. Believe me, even when I don't update my escort blog, things are kicking off in all directions in the background!

So, back to the second person to leave me wary of exchanging personal services for mututally beneficial skill sets. Because there was a first time. Does Pru ever learn? Well, she has now!

So, the young man arrived from his base at Oxford late that evening. I remember deliberately keeping him at bay. Not in an overt way. I guess one can use body language and verbal clues to say "forget about nookie right now". It was too late to really do anything so we both retired to our respective beds (I'm not that foolish) and reconvened in the morning. He promised to make himself available to me all that day. Except that he had to go into North London the following afternoon. But he would be straight back.

I remember we hauled a really heavy chest of drawers from the garage up three flights of stairs. He was also very practical with a few other things. Then it was time for him to leave temporarily. I was quite pleased with what we got done. So when he moved into my arms for a hug that lasted a few nano seconds longer than a standard hug, I did nothing to discourage him. He has a penchant for older women; I did not realise how strong a penchant that was until he let slip in conversation that I was just a couple of years older than his mother. He had actually been more deliberate in targeting me as a mature black escort than I realised.

I gave him some mature loving. Then he left, saying he'd see me soon. For the rest of the day I heard nothing. Feeling like a right mug that should have known better, I determined not to chase him up with phone calls. He had clearly done a runner.

Three days later he phoned making faltering apologies. His aforementioned mother had made a sudden appearance from Nigeria and phoned him while he was on his way to meet his friends in North London.

"Your mother?" I repeated. The mother he hadn't seen in years and always spoke fondly of.

"She just turned up, like that? No warning?" I didn't care if he realised I didn't believe him.

I could not, and still do not believe that she had turned up out of the blue on that exact day.

"You could have let me know. It's taken you three days to get in touch,"

"I know," he said lamely, citing the excitement of her arrival as his reason for not doing so. Sorry, I call this bad manners and would NEVER under any circumstances, leave a client in similar limbo.

I suppose doing a runner had seemed a good idea to him at the time. I don't think he planned to do so, though. Just that with his sexual appetite abated, But as time wore off and he started to get horny again, I suppose he began to realise that he'd pissed in his own water supply. Very few escorts will see men in their early 20's. Even fewer black escorts will see a black man, end of. And I can count on one hand the number of black escorts, or any kind of escort, that will happily see a client with a Nigerian accent. My experience of Nigerian clients has actually been remarkably unremarkable. 99.9% of the time.

But basically, for a very young man, with a predilection for mature black women, his gene pool for pulling was seriously shallow. He must have realised that he'd shot himself in the foot by disappearing and rang me up with a story of an out of the blue mother which, to me, did not justify not getting in touch.

I concluded that I had only myself to blame really. If I hadn't let him have sex, which I wasn't obliged to offer (as he had repeatedly volunteered his services saying he just wanted to be a good little boy), something told me, and still tells me he would have been back, as promised, to continue his chores.

He did ring on another occasion a few months down the line, asking if I had any more chores for him. I told him, firmly, no. If he wanted to be with me, he could pay like every body else.

But that incident was playing on my mind when yet another client disappeared without explanation. The common theme, after all, is not deception, just an inopportune break-down of communication that leaves me in limbo and wondering who I can trust.

Hence my rant.  

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Pru, Busty Black London Escort  

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