Sorry for this third post, but something I found amusing : one of the escorts provided a list of a dozen or so of his prestations (quick erotic encounter, candlelight dinner+sex, attending an event or meal…) along with their duration.
One of them (billed for two hours) was advice about sexual and relationship issues 
yeah, all nice discussion. Of course, I think it can be thought in a way but I don’t consider that
it will be dominant in forthcoming future.
I would like to see some articles on it. Please share if you have.
I would assume yes but you know they did phrase those articles oddly, servicing hetero women or some other language would have probably been a better choice.
I don’t know how to do the multi quote thing but to those who mentioned a place with male sex workers catering to female sex workers…why only female sex workers? 
Do they turn a female nurse away at the door?
I knew about the female sex tourism, but wasn’t sure if it qualified in all cases. A lot of those that I have heard of sound somewhat like sugarmomma type situations which are pretty common around the world with the male being the “customer”(relationship based on money). They seem to be more long term, with some even er graduating to marriage like Terry McMillan the author(yea yea:smack:).
As even sven mentioned, there is a big market for male " hosts" in Japan. But it is more about attention then sex. Here’s a Youtube clipand here’s the Wikipedia link.
I suspect it’s more a matter of the nurse simply not knocking on the door.
It wouldn’t surprise me if a female sex worker, after a long day of servicing the needs of others, would like some attention and pampering for herself.
Alas, Viagra does nothing to help when it comes to licking that-which-one-would-rather-not-lick. Brrrrrrr :eek:
From what I can gather, there is a small but vibrant market of bored business-type women who appreciate the company of a well-read, pleasant gentleman over a meal and relaxing drinks, to while away the hours on business trips, and to deflect the attentions of the would-be lotharios frequenting hotel and city centre bars at night, dying to nail a bird who earns more in a month than they do in a year.
This pleasant chap should be open to the concept of accompanying the lady back to her room “for a nightcap”, yet not be chomping at the bit to get her upstairs and subject to his Piledriver technique before she’s finished her fruit salad.
Just like a “normal” date really, but with the understanding that she’s not looking to find out all about his past, nor trap him into marriage when things get intimate. And the probability is that it will get intimate.
Assuming that the OP is toying with the idea of the win-win-win situation of balling lots of gagging women AND getting paid for it AND not having to tell them he loves them at any point, here’s some tips for going into business:
Just be pleasant, try not to pick your nose at the table and boast about how good a shag you are, don’t tell her about your ex (and cry whilst doing it), and make sure your fingernails are clean, manicured and non-bitten. Being a gym-toned hunk is not that important if you can’t keep up a civilised conversation, though looking like Ron Jeremy’s fat older brother in a nylon shirt, even if you can talk all night about women’s rights in the workplace, is also a minus. Be just a normal, confident gentleman, not the cock-of-the-walk, and don’t text your Mum to tell her you won’t be home tonight.
Here’s the killer though - make sure you are priced right. Most blokes, me included, would do it for free - but unfortunately the phrase “you get what you pay for” is never more apt. Once you’ve taken the shilling at the hotel-room door (a token of appreciation for your time, of course, nothing more), there’s no backing out when you are obliged to be tucking into a grilled cheese sandwich, if you catch my drift, without Percy ever being released from your strides. The customer is always right.
You should also know when it’s time to discreetly hit the road afterwards (Hint: NOT as soon as you blow your beans, fart, wipe your cock on the curtains and tell her she was great, patting her on the arse, or worse, the head), without a fuss, nor swaggering out of the hotel lobby like you are Clint Eastwood at the end of a gunfight with that “You want some as well?” sneer on your face.
Of course, if you look like Dr Hilary Jones (in his prime, not now when he looks like Keef Richards), or are a dead-ringer for Mr Darcy, and have a PHD in “Chick stuff and listening” you will be minted in no time. Knowing how fast an Aston Martin goes, or who scored first in the 1992 FA cup final, will, sadly, score you no points. The good thing is that women are more realistic about the men they meet anywhere in the real world, so won’t be expecting Richard Gere (with or without hamster).
This is why gay men are apparently good at this job, they can engage in mundane conversation with women without their mind going blank, nor be dying to say “Yeah yeah, very good pet, let’s go and look at your etchings. Wait till you see what I’m packing…” , yet they can grit their teeth and do the evil deed without declaring their love for HER Aston, if it’s paying the rent.
Women who want a bit of rough, the specialist area of the market that I’d have comprehensively sewn up, do not need to pay for it, us rough-arses are easy to find, and we’ll even pay for the odd round of drinks too sometimes. Dammit.
From what I can gather, women who use male sex workers don’t look in the Free Ads, it’s almost like the men who advertise there are best steered well-clear of, they are advertising their total social incompetence.
Think about it, when you, a man, book a “stunning 18yr old blonde” from the back of Exchange & Mart, it’s a safe bet she’s not going to be giving Elle McPherson any nightmares, despite what her ad says about her intelligence and beauty. That’s OK if you want a knee-trembler behind a skip somewhere, not so OK if you are going to sit in public and dine with her (which is when her Tourette’s Syndrome kicks in).
Anyway, it appears that recommendations seem to come from word-of-mouth (to begin with, in a jokey fashion) from other empowered, but unattached women, and from specialist websites, the like of which aren’t stumbled upon easily, so there’s no danger of every Jack-the-Lad thinking “I can do that” , advertising his 8-pack and offering to pick women up in his Y reg Ford Orion. No one wants to meet their son’s mate from school after booking his services online, especially when the ad was placed by their son as a joke!
I should say that despite the concept that women can use male hookers, in the same way men use women sex workers, this has been shown to be flawed. For all the “it’s just no-strings sex” declarations by liberated, empowered females, I believe that what limited research has been done into such dynamics has shown that many of the women actually do develop deep feelings beyond a business relationship and many try, and succeed, in forming long-term, <gulp> “boyfriend-girlfriend” relationships with the man they’ve paid to shag.
Sorry, no cites for this last paragraph, or for the word-of-mouth recommendation thing above , but it was on BBC Radio 4’s “Woman’s Hour” not so long back! (Also from ear-wigging on some female executives who were discussing “escorts vs some unknown bloke in Accounts”, not knowing that I was working out of sight in the same room. God knows how I managed to refrain from bursting out from behind the seats with a “Ta-Daaaaaa!” and my diary in my hand, ready to take bookings.)
In the case of a male coworker of mine who got a local girl in Costa Rica and who thought she’d stay in his apartment and take care of him in exchange for nothing (no money, no gifts, not even promises - dude’s fiancee was back home preparing the wedding), payment was in the form of her leaving with all his personally-owned electronics. Didn’t touch those which belonged to the apartment or to our employer, but bye-bye personal laptop, cellphone, etc.
Of course he’s still convinced it can’t have been her. After reporting the theft to the cops, the manager of the apartment complex asked me “is he really that dumb?” “He’s convinced he got her for his good looks, what was your question?” “Oh God”. Dude looked worse at 25 than the immense majority of men at 40…
However the number of male actors in hetero porn is pretty small.
So the reason it’s difficult for Joe Schlub to break into porn (and actually, with that name, he should), is more to do with little market pressure to introduce new guys, than competing versus all the other candidates.
So that is why the Ron never learns! He never gets the message in the first place. Of course, that is also why a Ron can keep such an un-earned selfconfidence. Nava’s dude probably thought some thugs waited untill he wasn’t at home (because thugs know better then to mess with him) and then they abducted both the Costa Rican girlfriend and the laptop. True to Ron, he doesn’t even feel he should go and rescue the girl. Rons may be dumb, but they’ve got a keen sense of self preservation.
Maastricht, you just almost killed me. Please refrain
I’d never realized it, perhaps due to the lack of a 'stache, but yeah, dude sure was a Ron of the Ronnest level.