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Well, some people viewed my last bit of writting so, I thought "why not write some more".
Although this time I will tell the whole truth, firstly, I am doing this for attention, you are (of cause I am) right.
Secoundly, I just want to tell people about my life and not fear what mite come of telling.
I told a little lie on my last blog, (feel free to judge me positive of negative it is all attention, haha!!!) I am a little gay, sometimes! I like to think that I am straight and everyone else is a girl. Strange I know.
However my life is abit mad at the moment so, I tell you all why.
I work as a carer, for most of the time. I will not tell you more about that. I do this job so the tax man can be happy and leave me alone. This job keeps my family happy and people think that I am a good person. When I get out of work I am free to make real money as it does not pay well and is almost a wieght on my shoulders, a piece of my desguise. A mask I wear. So, you lucky, lucky people I will tell you the rest of what I do.
When I tured 18, I thought "hay I can do what ever I want to, and nobody on this earth or any thing from any other world or plain of existence can stop me from doing what I want to do. So (I wasn't very nice then either!) fcck you all!" and I seen an advert in the local paper. It was for a massage parlor, which I thought was all girls and not of interest to me as I would never pay for sex. This one asked for male staff, being abit of a dirty sod at (nothing has changed) 18, I gave them a call. Expecting to be told I was not good looking enough, I was very supprised to find they wanted me to come and see them, so, I did.
I found the parlor, still expecting to be sent away lesson learnt. Instead, they were more than welcoming. I started work and got on with the girls very well. It was a very nice job, I had gay sex with random people, it was a hobbie and not a job. At that time I was just experimenting with my sexuality, and I got 50pound every 30mins of time with client then I had to give 15pounds to the parlor every 50 I got. Now possibly, because I enjoyed doing this I became the favirote lad. I had sex with 10-15 men a day. I never charged extra so more men came to me. This made the other guys abit jealous of me. They began to talk and stir up trouble for me, the main boss joined them in trying to belittle me(possibly a bit ironic concidering this line of work). A bad choice on his part, as I had gained the trust of most of my clientel and "just because its you I will give you my personal number, which I do not give to anyone else, but I trust you, you are special!"
So, all these special clients came to me, out of hours. They phoned me on my "special" phone which I set up as a pre-emptive strike. I told them that I would give them a discount for 5hrs, but it would have to be 100 pound an hour, if they had me for 5hr I would only charge 400. Now this is good for me as what man can do 5hrs? (oh you? well not with me!) So, we would talk for long periods of time. Money for nothing. Now 2 of these a week is 1000 pounds then add the couple of 100ers thats nearly 1500 a week.
What I did with all this money?
Well at 18 I still lived at home, I had no real job! I had to move out, But how could I afford it? I invented a job. I began pretending to go to my made up workplace. So, what would I do for 8hrs? I got up and left the house as if going to work. I joined the TA for something to do! I could not tell friends either so, I could not hang out with them. I could not have anything to show for the money, so, I set up a third life. I rented a house out of town, I bought a car. Nobody knew this in my close circal of friends and family. I made more friends, rich friends, told them that I a boss of my dads cleaning firm and that I only got the job because he was my dad. That covered that. I did lunch, and went to posh clubs. Then I would go home to my family with the appearence no car no money and a terrible job. I hung out with my other friends pretending to be like any other scally! My accent would change back to scouse and I would act like the rest of them. I liked them I grew up with them and they didn't know any different. In the TA I was the perfect soldier liked by all and willing to do what was expected. "a real mans man"! I had a different story for them, I was a good lad looking to become a descent member of society doing work for agency's where I could. Now to complete my life with my scally friends and my family.
I needed a scally girlfriend, so, I went out with a good hearted girl not very bright, easy to convince/manipulate but not control, thats not me. She was perfect, for my needs. Everyone was happy. I was very good to her realy, lots of preasants all the time, nothing to expencive of cause this would arouse suspicion. My rich friends on the other hand were quite bright, a perfect challenge. I just pretended to be the bad boy playa but changed my accent again to more well spoken, they were happy with this image, it was them who had formed this opinion so let them keep it. I realy enjoyed fooling them it was a brilliant game!
Now I am 27 I have learn alot and have cut my friends down to a small few important ones. I don't need to work, but for the sake of image I work it. I save all my other earning. As I said in a previous blogg I have met a good girl and will leave to buy a new life in another country. I will start a real life then settle down and have a family myself. All this I told you will disapear into distant memory, and no one will ever no what I have been doing. Except you but who you gona tell? you don't know who I am. You might!
But hay I did say I was a liar!!!! I will write about my life more soon, I do hope you enjoyed this honesty.
I appreciate any comments.
And this is all true, I just want to shout it out sometimes thank you thoughts.com. Shoutting it all out would end the game.
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Posted by yadokta on 2008-02-01 20:35:32 | Rating: | Views: 222
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your awesome. i dont care what anyone else says. i wish i could do something like that, but probably without the gay sex part. any way, keep it up. once you leave and start a new life then who cares what happened in the old one?
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Posted by walruskid
on 2008-02-01 22:02:57
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just hope you used protection
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Posted by FromNYwithLOVE
on 2008-02-02 00:45:26
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of couse i used protection. I'm a profesional!
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Posted by yadokta
on 2008-02-02 05:37:55
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I'm in the process of inventing a "Cover Job" too. How to explain the money...
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Posted by AcGirl74
on 2008-02-16 13:01:01
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Wow, you kept me reading to the end. I wish you well in your new life and hope it isn't too boring for you! :)
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-03-04 05:48:33
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Yadokta - Interesting is definitely a good thing - and your boldness is a positive too - I feel strength in your words and mystery in your blogs! thanks for taking some time out for me.
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-03-04 06:26:22
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