Kilt Boy

... and adding a $12 cover charge because they've "got some catching up to do." #WTF

I have a few questions.

You can't get any more Canadian than this.

It's a real shame what will have happened to her.

Wow. The maple syrup industry has changed. Send nudes.

I wish I had a step-sister or step-mother. That's how it works, right?

I prefer the more traditional "punter".

I'm wondering if anything will have changed regarding this once the clubs re-open.

I just want to go somewhere I can pay too much for beer and get my face slapped enthusiastically by some strange titties. I hope that isn't too much to ask.

Good point. I'm also going to go donate blood today. I'm probably the only one here who is able to.

I don't know about any abridged hours at this point. I've started working from home, so getting out will be next to impossible anyway. I've contacted a couple of young ladies I know (some not so young anymore) and forwarded them some advance cash to hold them over the next little while. I trust them enough to know that they aren't likely to screw me around. It's money I would have spent on them anyway.

Well, they are two lips.

I went to my regular club to deliver a gift for a close friend. We had to do one final fitting, and it looks great on her. Several of the other girls saw it, tried it on, and now I have 3 commissions to make more. Not a bad day at all.

BYW, Adora would prefer to remain anonymous online. FYI

More than likely. She has been wearing these thigh-high lace up boots lately. Yummy. For more identifiable markings, she has cat spots tattooed on her right hip.

You know you're a regular when the DJ comes down to your table to let you know when your regulars and other girls you might be interested in will be in for the rest of the week. HA HA!

First, a correction: you can't change the pH level in your body or parts of your body. That's a myth perpetrated by the 'health' industry to scare you into buying things. Usually, baby wipes are enough for a good, quick clean. It smells pleasant, too.

An excellent idea.k

I picked up a new sewing machine. Well, not new. It was made in the 70's. It's a Kenmore! Made in Japan, no electronics, all metal gears and parts, easily convertible to a free arm, case is in perfect condition, $50. This will be great for sewing leather (part of my new hobby). I just need to take it apart and pack it with fresh grease. LET'S GET GREASY!

Easy. I wear a kilt every day. Boots and leggings on really cold days, sandals during the summer. Anything at all on top: muscle shirts, tee shirts, button up, sweaters, whatever. It all works with a kilt.

I have a bunch of questions for this guy, myself. Does your pastor know that YOU'RE in a place like this? Wasn't Jesus a friend to those in low places? The prostitutes and the homeless? Isn't this just the place that you would expect to find Jesus. Do you think so little of these women that you come to their place of work to talk them out of it? Do you have an alternate job waiting for them that is an actual step up? Be an actual human being for a change and you might get the kind of play that I do. Were you trying to make them feel bad about their job? Well, you certainly did that just by having to deal with you. What made you single out those two particular women? You didn't bother anyone else. I mean, I'm pretty sure I know what it was and that your mind was confused because women like this are out of your experience, so your clumsy approach got all muddled and several shades of fucked up and you didn't know how to stop once you got going. I've seen it happen before. Coming back for more signals something else, though.

NOTE: Watch out for any contractor who 1) Wants to go by time. She will divide the minutes by 3 and round up for the number of songs. Question what she means. 2) Says she doesn't like the music played and wants to use her own playlist from her phone. These are notoriously short songs.

I bet you can't.

I was reminded of a tale I heard from a couple of girls recently, so thought I'd share it. I won't say what club or the names of the girls involved in this story. The names are withheld to protect the innocent. They were sitting at a table where the dancers typically hang out and they were approached by a guy who just started to talk to them. After a minute or so, he asked if he could 'rent' them for an afternoon. Yes. RENT. Now, these girls are pretty savvy with the business and even they were taken aback by this choice of word. Things got a bit muddled after that. They were both a bit flustered and were trying so hard to figure out what he meant that they couldn't ask proper questions. They didn't know if he meant it was for a bachelor party, or a photo session, or sexy time boom boom. He had to leave pretty soon after, but said that he'd be back later to talk to them some more. They immediately came over to talk to me about it, knowing that I have a wide variety of experiences. I was just as surprised and weirded out by that word. Anyway, I calmed them down a bit by making jokes about it for the next hour. Vancouver condo rates lease to own immediate occupancy penthouse level or basement apartment rear entrance through a mud room open concept etc. We had a few drinks during this which helped them to get a plan together when/if he came back. They'd insist on a huge fee up front in cash, then insist that their media manager (me) would have to attend. They'd string him along until the bouncers showed up and then get him kicked out. I had to leave before he came back, but I was told later about how it played out. He found one of them and sat down with her without being invited, while she was eating her dinner. That's bad form, right there. After a minute or so, the second girl noticed and joined them. He never did get around to the point. The conversation ranged in topic from how they should just be themselves (makeup, fake tits, padded bras, eyelashes, fake names, etc.) to asking about their religious beliefs and if their pastor knew what they were doing. They left him ranting and went to the change room for a while. Then, they used a different exit to go out for a smoke and a bite to eat before coming back. He was gone when they came back. I saw him earlier. He didn't LOOK like a psycho, but I guess you just never know. WARNING: If you're going to act like an idiot, don't expect that it will be kept private. The more people know about shit like this, the safer it can be for the girls.