Horizontal Lives

True Tales of the Infamous Courtesan: Persephone N. Hades and her Horizontal Life underground. How she got there, her mis-adventures and her struggle to re-surface.

Friday, October 29, 2004

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted...

True Tales of a Courtesan: Persephone N. Hades
(How she got there, her mis-adventures while underground, her challenge to re-surface)

October 2004

Over the years, so many people have been curious to know what this life is like, asking to hear stories, or have questions answered that thus, these annals were born. I’d tried to write sequentially from the beginning to present time, but found this only causes procrastination. So, in the interest of getting fingers to keyboard, you will find the entries in random order. I imagine, if you like them, you can eventually piece the puzzle together, if find them of interest enough, putting them in order yourself.

So, hello Loves and Lovelies and indeed welcome to my horizontal life.

"I used to be Snow White, but I drifted..." Mae West

"Well, I’ve been doing this for a long time." I answer. My client, naked and horizontal, lying like the heavy sweet cream of a canolli in the center of my bed, the fluffy, stark-white comforter hugging his torso like a pastry, has just finished saying, "You’re good at this you know." Of course I like the compliment, I love compliments, am hungry for them, (I know this about myself because I’ve been in therapy for seven years), but I prefer when my clients are swept away by the show, by the art, ushered far from reality for the two hours I have alone with them. This has become my only serious outlet for all the training I received from the Really Famous Drama School (which must remain nameless). Really. But this man has seen me several times before and we are just enjoying a connected time together.

"A long time?" he replies with a quirky grin, giving me hell. "An old pro, eh?"

"Hey hey now Mister." I tease and continue pouring drops of oil on my breasts. I am vertical, on my knees between the V of his legs.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"I don’t know. Ten years now?" I’m a little surprised myself. Has it been that long? Actually, collectively I think it’s been ten years but sequentially, I think it’s been about fourteen. Yikes.

"Ten years, really? Do you really like it?"

"I love it." I say and lean down to kiss his forehead.

"I love it now. I didn’t always love it. I came to love it." I emphasize ‘came’ and wink. He gives me an ‘oh-ho-ho’ to let me know he got my pun. "I love ninety percent of it and I think that’s pretty good for any job. I mean, we all have to work and if you have to have a job, I think you are doing pretty good if you can say you love ninety percent of it, don’t you?"

I lean over his body to the nightstand and grab the champagne glass. Taking a sip in my mouth, I hold it there putting my lips to his, letting the champagne flow between his lips, softly into his mouth. We open our eyes and I sit up again.

"What don’t you like about it?" he asks.

"You know your friend down here (I gesture with my head toward his cock) is getting awfully impatient with you—all this talking. I’m telling you, he’s getting upset."

I lean down, spreading my lips close to his cock, taunting him but instead of licking it, I say, "You know he’s not going to go home with you when you leave, don’t you? Nope. He’s gonna hide out here and you’re gonna have to call me later and you’re gonna be like, ‘uh, hello Geisha? (That’s my ‘working’ name right now-the name on my website and the name all my clients know me as.) Yeah this is Bob…uh, is my cock over there? And I’m gonna be like, ‘hmmm, let me see…oh yes he is, he’s right here." And you’ll go: "Can I talk to him?" and then you’re cock’ll get on the phone and he’ll be like, (I make a phone of my pinky and pointer fingers and put it up to his cock,) "Yes indeed, my good fellow, you took so much time chatting it up before--"

Bob, my client laughs at this and reaches over me for his glass of champagne on the table next to the bed, letting himself be entertained.

"You didn’t know the Big Guy had a British accent did you?" I clear my throat and continue on in the Penis’s English accent, "Right mate, what can I do for you?" and you’ll be like, "Uh, I need you to come home…" "Err, sorry my good man. I don’t think so. I’ve got it good here, you understand old chap. Besides I don’t think you’ll be using me ‘til the morrow in any case, am I right?" and you’ll be like: "But I gotta pee!" I laugh and wink at him.

"Well, he’ll just have to be patient. No really. If you don’t want to tell me-"

"I don’t mind." I say grabbing the two glasses, handing him his own. "What I don’t like, or rather what I could live without in this business…well first let me say that if I can’t be an artist, a writer, an actress like I went to school for—I went to The Really Famous Drama School you know?"

"No, I didn’t know. What happened?"

"Long story. But anyway, if I can’t be that-I mean I wasn’t a little girl who wanted to grow up and be a prostitute—"

He groans. I laugh but he gives me a serious look. He hates when I call myself a hooker, even when we’re joking. I think it makes him feel not only am I debasing myself but I’m debasing his role in the situation as well.

"Oh Bob! Don’t feel bad. I am the numero un (ß in my best French accent). Top Courtesan in the Nation. You should mind your manners. I hold the underground Oscar. I’m the Miss America of Hookers."

It is true---the ‘top courtesan’ thing. Once the Internet came out, a consumer board for ‘patrons’ of our ‘art’ soon developed. And men, enthusiastic to share their conquests and experiences, and also with an avarice to grade things--men adore numbers--soon came out with a rating system for the ‘providers’ (as they call us). Somehow, although I am not the most beautiful, (in fact if you asked me, I would say I was oddly attractive in a foreign sort of way); and certainly not the youngest, (I am perhaps on the older end- my website says I’m thirty-two and I do pass for that but in fact I’m forty two.) Somehow, I became rated as the number one escort in America. I should have just gotten Miss Congeniality. Or Comedy Courtesan. But this is the only time in my life where looks didn’t win over brains and personality. Ironic that this particular triumph came in this particular business.

"I just mean, if I can’t become a great actress and I can’t be like the next Martin Luther King, then this has been the best profession for someone like me."

"What do you mean, "someone like you?’"

He is relentless today. Sometimes clients get curious and when they are genuinely interested, it’s actually nice. I get a chance to speak out a bit. I spend so much of my life alone and in-hiding, keeping secrets and pretending, it feels good to have the chance to vocalize a bit.

"I mean everyone has talents particular to their own personalities, to their personal nature and I have talents that all feed into this business. What I don’t like is that I get up early everyday like every one else with a job, that I go to work, that I return phone calls on time--which is more than I can say for most companies. That I’m polite and nice to talk to, that I work very hard all day and give an honest day and nights labor for an honest pay and even after all that, I have the chance of being arrested for it. I’m probably the nicest person most people will meet all day, all week maybe even all month and yet I’m illegal."

"Not you. Just the sex part." He counters.

"I know." I say, depleted.

"And it ain’t gonna change anytime soon."

"But they can decriminalize it. They can make the selling of women as slaves in any form, illegal. Forced prostitution illegal. They can say that walking the streets is forbidden because it brings down property values. But to tell two consensual people who are in private, how they are allowed to make love and for what, is barbaric." This annoys me. Now I’m on a roll.

"How dare they regulate my vagina! Telling me who I can make love with and for what type of exchange- be it love, or marriage, or sweet talk, or a nice dinner, or gifts or even, yes, cold hard cash."

I take a breath. "You know what should be illegal?" "

Kiss me and tell me." He pulls my mouth to his and we stay with each other but my mind is racing now.

"Rudeness, laziness at work, thievery like in the stock market and oh say, Enron. Stealing other people’s time and energy. Betrayal of friends and lovers. Being reckless with the heart of another. Yes. That’s the main one. That sums it up--being reckless with the heart and spirit of another being. Turning people into disposable commodities. That is what should be illegal."

"Harrumph." He says, lightening the mood.

"Harrumph." I counter. We smile at each other.

"So that’s the ten percent?" he asks finishing his champagne.

"No, I’d say that’s about five percent. Wanna hear the rest or have I worn you out? Shhh, be patient Big Bob." I whisper down to his cock.

"Also what I don’t like, and these are minor in relation to the arrest thing, is that I get up every morning, again like everyone else, and when I go to work that day, I never know if I am going to be murdered or raped."

"These are minor?"

"Well, not minor, but in my level of the business, they are less likely to happen than getting arrested so I worry more about that. And if I were murdered or raped, do you think they would care? I’m just another prostitute in their minds."

He groans again.

"I’m sorry. I know you hate that word and you and I know better, but that is what they think. There is no recourse, no help, no protection. Also what I don’t like is that I have to live two separate lives. That I have to live underground. No one in my real life can know what I do or they can use it against me. If my landlord found out, he could evict me. They could stop me from being a mother—they could take my child away from me. I can’t date men or have romances unless I meet them this way because if I try to, the relationship already starts out in a lie. If they ask me what I do for a living, I have to lie. Then when I tell them the truth later on, I have been lying to them all that time. To them, I’m a whore. Never mind all the times they go out to bars and pick a woman up and sleep with her and never call her again-she’s just a regular gal. However, if she does it often enough, she becomes a slut.

"I love sluts."

"Well okay. Even if they accepted what I do, how would it work? It’s not just asking me not to see other men—this is my livelihood. I can’t just quit my job. How would I live? Who would pay for my life and my dreams? Them?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe not."

"Maybe you could get a corporate job."

"Bob! What would my resume say? I’ve been out of the real world for so long! Here’s my resume: Really good with people. Gives good head."

"I don’t know. I might hire ya."

"You already have." I kiss his eyebrow. "Aside from that, there is no way to be proud of your accomplishments. I’m good at this."

"Oh yes you are." He says, grabbing a breast.

"Well, I am I think. I try to make it wonderful for the people who I see. Imagine what it would be like. You are at the top in your profession. Imagine if you couldn’t delight in that. I am the top in my profession and I’m proud of that but I can’t tell anyone or enjoy any acclaim for a lifetime of work in a difficult business."

"Yeah. I was always wondering. What do people think you do?"

"People in my life just think I’m a failed actress who works as a massage therapist." I make a raspberry noise with my tongue. He give me one back.

"And aside from all that," I say pitching my voice higher, "there are the thieves—the men who steal both your money and your time."

He sits up. "What do you mean? You mean someone robbed you?"

"Not at gun point. In my real life yes, but in my business, it’s men who book my time and don’t show up and I have prepared for them, set aside the time, turned others away. Once I had a terrible man here who spent the entire time, intimately, and then didn’t pay. To me that’s not consensual, that’s rape. And robbery. In any other business, you can sue them, in mine, it’s: ‘too bad whore.’"

I take a big gulp of champagne. I notice his empty glass.

"You want some more champagne?"

"I will if you will." He says, handing me his glass.

I lay over him like a crossbeam, reaching out over mid-air to the glass desktop for the bottle. He takes the opportunity to run his hands over my bottom. His touch is soft and non-purposeful so I let it roam for a moment before snatching the bottle and heaving myself back up again. I pour his glass, then mine and watch the bubbles sing.

"And so you love this business." He taps my glass with his, giving me a sardonic smile.

"I do! I do! No I really do!"

"So far it doesn’t sound so good.""I love it because a) it’s perfect for someone like me and b) because it gave me a chance to live some of my dreams and c) because it taught me the most important thing I ever wanted to know about life—what love is."

He starts singing a country-western song, "Looking for love in all the wrong places…"

"No wait!" I protest.

"Looking for love in too many faces…"

He is making me giggle while I try to be serious. "No! Well actually yes, sort of."

He’s laughing too. "Yes, sort of?"

"Yes. I mean, I was looking for love. LOVE. LUV. Lu-u-u-v…mmm. ‘Oh I love to be in love; don’t you love to be in love?’" I imitate Bette Midler from The Rose. "And I thought love was something that happened to you, that washed over you." I take his champagne glass and put his and mine back on the nightstand.

"It is."

"Ah, my dear Watson, but that is only part of it. I went looking for love in all the right places and didn’t find much. Then I went looking in all the wrong places and there was an abundance. The key was not looking at love like a feeling, like an adjective, but like a verb--something you create."

"You’ve lost me Sherlock."

"Grrrrrrr! But not for long." I pounce on him, peppering his face and neck with kisses. I stop and lean close to his ear and whisper,"Welcome to my Horizontal Life."

17 Comments:

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At 3:09 PM, Blogger hplauze said...

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P.S I will add you to my favorites so I can come back and visit later
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At 8:50 PM, Blogger Rachel said...

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If you do not mind I will snag your blog and put it in my favorites. I read a ton of stuff on here that interested me. Keep blogging away :-)

 
At 3:43 PM, Blogger Rebek said...

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At 8:00 PM, Blogger Rebek said...

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researching portable massage therapy chair and came tumbling across your blog. I LOVE IT! I needed a break from portable massage therapy chair anyways :-) If you don't mind I want to add your
blog to my favorites list so I can come back later on and read some more stuff. Well I guess I should get back to researching portable massage therapy chair.
Even though my search is not on I used to be Snow White, but I drifted... I am glad I came across your blog. Keep blogging away!

 
At 12:00 AM, Blogger cmeltifa said...

All I can say is WOW Persephone N. Hades. The other half and I just got back from our friends house (well her friends house) and I needed a huge break. I am working on a project right now that is based on portable massage therapy chair. I have literally been on-line for 2-3 hours doing research. Even though I used to be Snow White, but I drifted... really isn’t on the same page as portable massage therapy chair I am certainly glad I came across your blog. There are a ton of great view points on this blog. Well I think I can here the kids screaming in the background. I put you in my internet favorites and I will certainly come back and visit. If you want to take a peek at my site you can find me here at portable massage therapy chair. I update my site very frequently. Again, great job blogging and I will be back again soon!

 
At 3:18 PM, Blogger cmeltifa said...

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If you do not mind I will snag your blog and put it in my favorites. I read a ton of stuff on here that interested me. Keep blogging away :-)

 
At 10:58 AM, Blogger Rachel said...

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If you do not mind I will snag your blog and put it in my favorites. I read a ton of stuff on here that interested me. Keep blogging away :-)

 
At 12:45 AM, Blogger Derek said...

Sad to say I just got back from a bowling tournament and decided to log in and do some websurfing. Persephone N. Hades I love your blog. I had some very good laughs. I am doing a paper on massage therapy toronto and have been downloading information for the last hour. I don’t know how I came across I used to be Snow White, but I drifted... but I am glad I did. It has set me back a little because I have spent the last hour reading your archives. If you don’t mind I would like to add you to my favorites so I can back again and read some more. Well I need to get back to massage therapy toronto. I am almost finished with it. Great job.
p.s some very good points on your blog

 
At 11:43 AM, Blogger Derek said...

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At 2:50 AM, Blogger mosquito_454814 said...

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