It’s my first encounter so far but it certainly has the makings of a thriller. My mentor texted me to say one prospect asked specifically for me.

When I called the prospect, it was the start of a never-ending day of unwarranted thrills and spills. From his sms replies, I deciphered a similar pattern developing. He seemed to be more interested in me as a person rather than my personal training services. He might as well hire a private eye to dig up more information on me. Hmm…big case for worry I thought.

Initially his questions were rather mild ranging from price to training location. Then they steered to the personal ones like whether I provided massage services and my sexual preference. Hey come on! That’s a bit too close for comfort!

In this industry, it’s common to hear of tales from behind the curtains – of hunky trainers sleeping with their clients or cute-looking trainers being kept as toy-boys by rich tai-tais. Well,  I don’t quite qualify as hunky (yet), neither am I cute (cute = ugly but adorable). I’m just doing what I enjoy doing!

So, Mr X, if you are not interested, it’s fine with me. Just stop harrassing me with your persistent sms-es. Do you want to ask for my vital statistics or the size of my dick next? Goodness gracious! Go find an easier target! If you want sex, go check out Geylang or Chinatown! I sell my services. I don’t sell my body. Sorry, that’s out of bounds…

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