I have a text inbox full of license plate numbers.
“Heading out with AK XYZ123”
“John Brown, OR ABC987”
“Going fishing with Bob, AK BIGDOG”
“Tom, NY ABC456, going to dinner”
We shouldn’t meet customers outside of the club, and mostly most of us don’t. It devalues the services we provide inside the club (unless we’re getting paid) and there’s always that off chance that he’s a serial killer.
But this has been a summer of OTC meetings. OTC stands for Outside The Club, but it also means dirty whore who must be fucking the customers. Partly itâ€™s that the customers are all on vacation, and much more willing to pay the big bucks to have a beautiful woman hang out with them. Then thereâ€™s the fact that if you want to go on an expensive glacier tour or get flown out to a beautiful remote spot itâ€™s always nicer not to pay for it yourself. Of course thereâ€™s always the water pump factor, too.
Once, in Anchorage, there was a man who took naive strippers and prostitutes (of course, we have to call them naive because that separates them from us and means it could never happen to us) out to see the glaciers and lakes and beautiful things in his airplane. When he landed the plane, he would turn them loose and hunt them. He killed fifteen before one escaped and went to the police. The police (of course) didn’t believe her and he killed at least one more before an FBI profiler zeroed in on him.
These things happen. They happen because of the way we raise men, and because of the way we confuse sex and violence. They happen disturbingly more often to women who work the streets and run down massage parlors than they happen to strippers and upscale escorts.
I know all this. I also know that an escortâ€™s odds of being killed by a serial killer are lower than the general odds of someone getting killed in a car accident. It’s safer to fuck for money than it is to drive a car. (Really, I don’t have the reference, but I’m pretty sure I read that once). I know women with horrible judgment who never screen their clients who’ve been fucking for money for decades without being killed.
I also know that I have really good judgment. So sometimes I trade dances for a water pump swap, or get paid to go to dinner or out to the bar. We take these risks, and we text each other the guy’s plate number.