Last summer, like many a College student, I needed cash. After exhausting my PennLink opportunities, I expanded my search to Craigslist. I trolled the site for days with little success, and eventually decided to venture into the adult section, where I came across a post for a fetish-modeling job: “feet only, no sex”. With the promise of $20 dollars for ten minutes, I headed to Fishtown for my “interview”: a thorough examination of my feet and toes. I passed and signed up for my first “party.”
I arrived at a secret warehouse location, where I encountered a host of bald, fat, middle-aged men, and several scantily clad college girls. It was not long after I arrived that a john approached me for my ten-minute “session.” After collecting my fee (a whole Jackson!) we retreated into one of the rooms where other girls were already lying across leather couches, having their toes sucked by their foot-fantasizing clients. My client, however, loved to tickle. He brought a tape recorder to document my tortured giggles. Let’s not try to imagine what he used it for when he got home. After ten minutes of unrelenting tickles, for which he used a feather duster that he had brought from home, our session was over, but my client wanted to prolong his experience. He asked me for a special one-hour session. I would be paid $120 upfront to be hog tied (fully clothed of course) and tickled everywhere but my special spots.
Despite what you might think, he didn’t try anything unsavory, and I walked away considerably richer. However, pseudo-sexually serving gross old men gets tiring, so I quit after 6 months. I miss the money, but I certainly don’t miss the seediness.
