Monday, January 24, 2011

The dominatrix

We meet interesting people - on beaches, in stores, at the gym, and on airplanes.

On our way from Philly to Honolulu, changing planes, in Dallas, a very nervous looking woman and a very very quiet man boarded the plane and sat across the aisle from me. I felt very sorry for her. So, in an effort to calm her down and keep her from jumping out of her skin during this 6 hour f"light, I started to talk to her. Edgar says I talk to everybody. I do. I think that everybody and anybody has an interesting story to tell, when asked the right questions.

"Is this your first time flying?" I asked. "Oh no," she said. She pointed to the man nexxt to her and said that Al knows how to find trips on the internet. "Just this past year, we have taken 5 different trips. And over the past 5 years, we have averaged about 6 trips a year."

"What does Al do?" I asked. She evasively replied that he knows how to work the internet.

"I guess you really like to travel." She nodded. "How did you meet Al? Are you a couple?"

"He was a client."

"Oh, what do you do?"

She hesitated for no more than a couple of seconds and then said, "I am a professional dominatrix."

I had a follow up question, "How did you get into that line of work?" She was a completely nondescript person. Average height, not too thin, dark hair, and wearing a practical
travel dark outfit.

She then told me her life history. "I had just gotten divorced, at age 47 and I had lost 50 pounds when an attractive transvestite asked me if I would join her escort service. But, I'm 47 years old." The prospective employer told her that she had quite a few clients that would be perfect for her. "So, I went out a few times, and everything was fine. And then, I was suspicious of one of the callers and made him call me a half a dozen times before I agreed to go out with him. We had a lovely evening and went back to his apartment, and he asked me for a massage. Before I could say yes or not, the door burst open, and his buddies arrested me. Turns out, he was an undercover cop and I knew I should have trusted my instincts and never gone out with him. But, I gold the arresting officers that their boss did an outstanding job and they could learn a lot from him." She spent an unpleasant night in jail and was released the next morning because there was no evidence whatsoever against her. It later occurred to me that the judge who dismissed her case could have been one of her dates.

"I learned from that experience, and vowed I would never again work for anybody. Before my divorce I had been a school teacher. I taught kindergarten, junior high, high school English, and English as a Second Language. I also had some drama experience and coached the drama club had high school."

She told me that she lived in an exclusive condominium in Miami and was on the Board there. Her place is decorated to her taste and she used her thespian aspirations for costumes and props. "Do they know what you do?" I asked. "Oh no. I am very discreet. I have only 3 or 4 clients a week."

I asked if she has an alarm clock to sound the end of the ssions. "Oh no. Remember, I was a teacher. I devised 15 minute lesson plans for all my clients."

The 6 hour trip from Dallas to Honolulu passed in a twinkling of the eye. I never remember a faster trip. Before we deplaned, she asked me for recommendations for breakfast so we could meet the next morning. Without blinking an eye, I recommended restaurants on the other side of the island.

Although this experience happened several years ago, it is as clear in my mind as if it happened jsut yesterday.

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