This past Friday a hooker named Amy offered to give me oral pleasure. This happened AFTER I told her I was gay.
You can't blame a working girl for trying to make a buck.
As many of you know I crossdress, so I should mention that this particular night I was in my guy mode.
I was wearing these pants and shoes
And this shirt.
I was also wearing my new prescription glasses.
As you can see I was just a regular guy on the streets of New York during a full moon on a Friday night when Amy the prostitute approached me.
I am about to reach the corner of 33rd and 3rd when I hear a voice saying "Hey." I turn to my left, as I'm walking, to find a very scantily dressed black woman approaching me. She smiles as she nears me. I can't help but smile right back as I have a feeling of what is to come.
She introduces herself and compliments my outfit. I do a quick scan from head to toe and decide to cut to the chase.
"Thanks, I'm gay," I reply locking eyes with her while smiling.
She smiles back but I can feel her disappointment. She knows she isn't going to get a cent from me. Another potential costumer gone.
"I can suck you're D!&%" she replies without missing a beat while radiating a smile at me.
You had to give this girl an "A" for effort.
I take one more glance at her black faux patent leather peep toe 4-5 inch heels and lock eyes with her again.
"No thanks, but I love the shoes" I say with a genuine smile.
We both take a few steps away from each other while still holding our gazes and smiles.
"Are you sure?" she asks. I know she meant if I was sure that I wouldn't be accepting her services.
"I'm sure," I say " I love the shoes" I give her a cheeky look. I follow with "You look great, have a great night." We both turn around and go our separate ways.
(Amnesia Sparkles and Miss Trina Rose circa 2007)
This was the first time I was ever approached by a female hooker on the street in the ten years I've been living in New York. I've made it no secret the fact that one of my ex-boyfriends became a sex worker after he broke up with me. And it's no secret that I dressed up as Amnesia (above) and escorted a friend of a friend to his bachelor party. Amnesia did it as a favor though, and not for money. It was all innocent fun....
Going back to Friday night's encounter. I started thinking of Amy the prostitute. I tried putting myself in her shoes, her heels. I realize that Amy must have thought, as she spotted me walking down the street, that I must be:
b) Willing to pay for sex
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
That aside, the questions that I was left with were, if I were a hooker, how much could I get away with charging my clients? How much would my clients be willing to pay? What services would I provide? I can't say that I have the answers to those questions yet, but they are fun questions to ponder.
So why not ask you reader, how much would you charge if you were a sex worker?