15.7: The Cum Eater
At the Regal Show World, there was a man who regularly visited the girls that worked there. He was a tall, older, and professional man that worked in the financial district in San Francisco. After you had been working consistently for a number of months, he might pop into your booth. The first time, he would slip in a $20, which was always delightful for any of the women working. Once the window was clear, he introduced himself and asked a few introductory type questions. This was always welcomed in this workplace, since each $5 put about 2 minutes on the clock, and so burning time was essential. Keeping the customer talking about what they “liked” was a necessary skill and could take a good 3-5 minutes. This man liked to “eat” the cum of other men, and specifically, off the window. His request was, “please get one of the men to cum on the window” (easy!), but to convince him not to clean up after themselves. This was always tricky since most of the men would automatically wipe their bodily fluids off the glass. Once the request was explained, the man would leave the booth and linger outside of the booth area and wait for the signal. If you were lucky, the cum eater would come in a second time and drop another $20. Interestingly, he wanted you to watch him lick the cum off the window, which he would do in a way that suggested he was eating the most delicious delicacy. He would scoop it off with his fingers and play with it around his face. He would stick out his tongue and let the cum wrap around his lips and tongue. This would go on until the time ran out on the $20. I always wondered if his fantasy was to gross out the worker that watched. At some point, this man asked me to come to his house and do a private show. This was a common request, and the terms of this show were usually negotiated in the booth. Interestingly, I had never stripped for this particular customer.
The cum eater and I discussed the terms and agreed that I would go to his home, strip and masturbate there for him. There would be no touching and the price was $100 in cash. He lived close to Dolores Park in SF. I rang the bell and he answered dressed much more casually than I was used to seeing him at the Regal. I distinctly remember that the front door was a glass pane with a deadbolt, because after letting me in, he deadbolted the door with a key on the inside and took the key out of the lock and placed it into his pocket. This really freaked me out, but I continued up the stairs into this flat. It was nice, and he showed me around and played tapes of his wife having sex with other men. After about 15-20 minutes of this, I stripped for him while he sat in his living room on this couch. After I was nude I sat next to him so he could watch me masturbate. I distinctly remember him touching my leg and feet with his feet which was technically breaking the agreed upon “rules” but I let him. After a while he came, gave me my money and I was on my way.
I experienced a world of diversity in terms of the sexual needs of clients during my time in the field of sexuality work that engages with the body. I have no regrets working in this industry; I found it both humane and lucrative. Stripping is a good paying job that allows for a flexible schedule. This was important for me as a college student at the time, and was a great way to pay off debt.