The other night while I was out playing around at the club I struck up a conversation with this guy. Like all guys at clubs he wanted to pretend to get to know me so he could get down my pants. Boy, did he have another thing coming. He probably didn’t even know that he stumbled up on one of the biggest bitches in San Francisco.

So while I sipped at the Long Island iced tea he bought for me I proceeded to tell him what I did for a living. I told him that I was a fem domme on niteflirt and I used men for money. He was shocked. He couldn’t believe his ears when I told him that I didn’t work at some corporate job and that all my money came from guys like him. He immediately put on an act and pretended to not be interested except that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me all night.

I gave him my website name and told him to check it out for fun. I guess he did because he called me a few hours later after I got home and we talked for awhile. He sat there and complained about how women use men like this and bla bla bla. I laughed and I said, “but you’re paying me to talk right now so aren’t I still using you and you’re going for it? I mean, we’ve been talking for awhile and you’ve bought all my pictures so I see that you’re probably about $400 in the hole already.”

“Um…yeah,” he mumbled. “My wife is going to kill me.”

“I suppose so, but now that you’ve got a nice hard on in your pants and you know what it feels like to pay to talk to me that you’re going to do it all the time. How is that stiffy doing?”

“Oh fuck! You’re a bitch, you know that?” he groaned.

“Yeah, I know. I’m proud of it too.”

The conversation went on for another few minutes until his credit card couldn’t handle anymore. Of course he called back a few nights later with his other card. I thought it was really amusing, especially since he’s a local guy who works in the financial district. I even know the office window he sits in and where he lives and he knows what I can do to him whenever I please.

So, yes. The moral of the story? I do “work” at this “job” and I enjoy it. If you want to call it work then go ahead. I call it fun. niteflirt is here to stay. Oh, and by the way, I picked up another good paying customer. My old IT boss saw my name on a site and followed it. He needed some work done on a geek box and thought I’d want to do it. He called me on niteflirt to offer me the job and I laughed so hard at him. Of course he calls me all the time now, but not for computer work.