Beck & Call Girl is always on standby for his convenience.
A busy man with a full schedule. It’s my choice to be his secret escape. No one has forced me to be in this position. It’s his choice to compartmentalize passion, excitement, and fulfillment. It’s my choice to make a living, sitting around and waiting.

A quick bit of background: I chose this lifestyle of being a High-End Companion during the pandemic, around 2022, and have been offering this service for about four years now. In this blog, I will share the story of a male client in his 30s, never married, a serial entrepreneur. “Mistress, I miss you and I need you. Can you please come to Scottsdale this week?” I researched the prices at two of my favorite hotels, plus meals, gas (for the drive), and a 2-hour minimum meeting. It’s a 4-hour drive, which is a perfect opportunity to catch up on my Audible and some podcasts. In my Tumi bag are his outfit requests and a selection of toys he likes me to use on him. He is a submissive with a foot fetish. Upon arrival at the hotel, I text him to reconfirm what time we are meeting. It’s 4:30 p.m.; he texts, “5:30.”
My first order is to prepare the room with the equipment and supplies required for our session before I shower and get ready. 5:30 p.m.: Him: “Stuck at the office, see you at 6 p.m. Red wine or Tequila.” I respond, “Completely understand; red wine, see you soon.” In my briefcase, I always have a journal, a book, and multiple iPads. While waiting, I can check my emails, do some blogging and social media. It’s an easy way to keep busy and fill time.

6:30 p.m.: My stomach is growling, and I remember that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Ugh! I forgot to bring a protein bar to tide me over. At this pricey hotel there is no way I’m getting into the mini-bar snacks. I text, “Hi handsome, are you on your way?” and send a sexy photo of my latex pencil skirt. 7:15 p.m.: My stomach is now growling uncontrollably. The water and coffee I drank definitely didn’t help. I send a text: “If I don’t hear from you by 7:30, I’m going down to the hotel bar to eat something. I am hungry.” Immediately I receive, “Sorry, got stuck on a bunch of emails and calls. I’ll meet you there.” Now all I have to do is decide: Do I change into street clothes or stay in my latex pencil skirt, latex Jimmy Choo stilettos, a sheer black blouse, and just pull my Alexander McQueen blazer over it? I decide to go with the blazer, after all, it is one of Scottsdale’s trendiest bars and will be filled with pretty people everywhere. No doubt they won’t even notice me. 7:30 p.m.: I feel relaxed and relieved I can finally eat. I order a glass of Italian wine and a simple bowl of pasta they can no doubt make quickly. After my first sip, I immediately relax, knowing that everything will be just fine once I get a little something in my stomach. The bar was pretty much empty when I arrived, but within an hour, the entire bar was filled. 8:00 p.m.: I send a photo of my legs showing off my high heels, latex skirt, and a glass of red wine. “Waiting at the bar for you.” 8:30 p.m.: The bartenders ask if I want another glass of wine since it looks like I’m still waiting. It’s pretty clear that multiple people at the bar have noticed I’ve been sitting there waiting for someone. I joke with the bartenders, “Do you have caviar? When he gets here, I’m making him pay for my dinner.” The bartender laughs with me and hands me the menu. “The caviar is right here on the bottom. I’ll personally get it for you and hand him the bill when he arrives.” We both laugh. I look at the menu, place it on the bar, check my phone, and look at the front entrance of the hotel. 8:45 p.m.: “Are you on your way?

I’m getting tired. If I don’t see you by 9 p.m., I’m heading up to bed.” Immediately I receive a text: “Hey, beautiful, I’m on my way. It’s been a crazy day at the office. I’ve headed home to take a shower and pick up some red wine.” Boundaries and self-respect are important in any business. I’ve been sitting in the bar for over an hour waiting for him. In my room, I waited two hours for him to arrive. There is a part of me wondering if he will show up. The safe guess is it’s a 50/50 chance that he will show. This client I have known for several years. He once scheduled an appointment and, upon arrival at my hotel, smoked a joint to relax before our session, then passed out in his Range Rover while I waited in my room.

These days I always ask him for a 50% deposit, because I never know if he will show up; the last two times I scheduled with him, he canceled at the last minute and sent the full amount for my time. 9:00 p.m.: Standing at the cash register, the bartender handed me my bill and I said, “I give up.” I turned off my phone, paid my bill, and walked to the elevator. I felt really beautiful tonight—the kind of beauty I see in the mirror when I’m proud of how well I take care of myself. It’s a shame he didn’t get to see how great I look tonight. 5:00 a.m.: I wake up, drink coffee, and turn my phone on.

There is a notification of a gift payment for my dinner. I decided to send him all of the beautiful pictures and videos I took of myself while waiting for his arrival. 7:00 a.m.: Dressed and ready to head to the gym after two hours of emails and blogging. I’m ready to get in a good workout before the 4-hour drive home. “Hey, beautiful, mind if I come over right now? I saw you by the elevator, called your name, but you didn’t respond. I watched you get in the elevator.” A picture of the elevator arrived. “Wow, I didn’t think you were actually going to make it. Anyway, I’ll hop in the shower and be ready in 30 minutes. Text when you arrive. See you soon.” 8:00 a.m.: He arrived, but only had one hour. He wanted to do foot worship. Most of the session, he was texting on his phone and calling people. As he left, he thanked me for coming to Arizona and said, “It was really great to see you again. I can’t wait to see you again soon.” • This is a business, much like any other consumer or hospitality venture.

The customer is always right, even when respect is questionable. This man is safe, kind, and generous. Yet his behavior is often inconsistent, sometimes predictably so. There’s a reason men like this seek out women like me and remain loyal year after year. For the sake of my sanity, I do set boundaries; still, I strive to carry them out with kindness and respect for myself. I try not to let anger rule me, choosing graciousness when they behave themselves. After all, this is a professional relationship, and his behavior toward me is not personal.