Working my butt off without a vacation is the life of an independent consultant. With no opportunity to visit cheaper venues, I occasionally solicit the local talent. It has been an interesting year, though.

Cindy

I managed to have a very strange relationship with one working girl, Cindy. Although weighing only about a hundred pounds, she was a ton of fun; easy to laugh and great in the sack. She saw me outside agency hours and although I paid her for her time, we did a lot more couple activities. The tough part about that relationship is that she lived too damn far away and rarely had her cell phone active. I ended up missing out on plenty of "dates" when I had no car and could not call her.

Like many in her trade, she was hopeless when it came to money. I often bought her groceries instead of giving her cash. She spent the money as fast as she earned it. I got a call from her one evening, inviting me to her brother's birthday party (she was hosting). I couldn't make it. She told me she bought cognac, lobster and expensive steaks. A few days later, she didn't have enough money to pay the rent. Another time, she spent her evening's take on a VIP ticket to a dance show held every year (The White Party). The next week, she was bumming money from me to pay her babysitter so she could work again.

Photo: Cindy 01
Beautiful, but stupid.

At one point, Cindy mentioned that she had found a boyfriend; a guy who was reasonably successful, owned his own house and had recently sold his restaurant. Could this be a turning point for her? It lasted a few months. Soon after, she landed another boyfriend. I just happened to pay a social visit to her while the guy was there. He sat in the battered easy chair in front of the TV and didn't even bother standing up to greet me (he only knew of me as Cindy's friend). He had just came home from work and had his shirt off while drinking a beer and watching TV. She had told me earlier that he had a hard time getting work ... I could understand why. Seeing the sort of guy to whom she was attracted, chilled every feeling I had for the girl. There was no way I could attain the loserhood to which she aspired. So long, baby.

Photo: Cindy 02

Sarah

Pursuing a local board, I kept reading about a woman named Sarah Bernhard. Apparently she had only recently started working, but had taken the city by storm. She was in her late thirties and had recently divorced. She was obviously making up for lost time. Countless reviews praised her attitude and performance.

I had to see for myself and contacted her. She responded by asking me if I wanted to see a video of her. "Sure!" She used a webcam to capture herself blowing one of her customers. It was an astonishingly enthusiastic performance. A few night later, she sent me a video of her writhing about on the floor, using a vibrator. OK, I was hooked. I invited her over.

Although past her prime, she is hard-body fit, presumably a runner. She is not beautiful, but has a mature look I quite appreciated. We got comfortable and she was soon working her hands over my chest and down between my legs.

She gave an incredibly sloppy blowjob. You could just close your eyes and get off on the sound alone. I got her into the bedroom and went to work on her. She was not one to lie still, so when I got her into cowboy, she started bucking on my like no other woman. It was amazing. I knew she liked anal and could not wait to try it with her. Holding on to her hips, watching my cock go in and out her ass: priceless.

I had her over a few times and she even agreed to let me capture some video of us in action. That's some serious footage!

Sarah eventually went to work for an agency; some local pimps were hassling her (she worked out of a local hotel to receive gentlemen callers). That didn't last long and she went back to being an independent before later retiring .... then coming back and retiring again. I'm sure she'll be back, though, she loves what she does much too much.

Photo: Sarah 03

Katrina

I had met Katrina at one of the gangbang activities (see Montreal Gang-Bang IV). I was fortunate enough to be able to contact her after the event. She was a model and, I knew, a bit of a porn star. I managed to find one of her videos. She's not terribly responsive, but any girl willing to be gangbanged and filmed might be willing to make a private video.

I had her pose for some photos. I learned quite a bit about her, that she frequently traveled for modeling, was writing a book, and had a boyfriend with whom she had made a few porn movies. She thought I did a good job and said she would like to work with me again. "Maybe even a POV," she suggested as I was dropping her off. Oh, yes!

I called her several weeks later, asking her if she was up for shooting a "point of view" scene with me. She was all for it and willing to do it for $200. Awesome!

I did a miserable job. Although I had two cameras to work with, I had a hell of a time staying focused and staying focused. I have much more respect for those POV porn dudes out there. That is tough work!

It didn't help that Katrina was mostly unresponsive to my actions. I knew it wasn't me, she can take on a score of guys, sucking every cock, simultaneously getting plowed hard, and still look indifferent to the whole affair.

Photo: Katrina 04

Roxy

I had worked out a deal with one of the agencies. I would do a photo session of one of their girls in exchange for a deep discount on her time. Basically, I'd photograph her for an hour then pay her for her time for a second hour. It was a good gig, but I was not available as often as they needed me. It only lasted for a few months. I did meet some very interesting babes. Few of them, however, stayed with that agency.

I got a very mysterious call from Roxy. I had photographed this girl earlier in the year and never heard from her again. Our post-shoot session was a very memorable experience. I introduced her to analingus and she just about melted. She really enjoyed rough play (particularly nipple biting) and gave as well as she received. I left a few bite marks on her shoulders, but she begged me to be careful and not leave too many unexplainable marks. A few days after our meeting, my chest was covered in yellow bruises from where she had bitten me.

Roxy called to tell me she had quit the agency and was looking to reconnect with the guys she liked. Unfortunately, by the time I managed to catch up with her, she joined another agency. She needed the money ... or so I thought. She still found time for me though, after a long slow work night where she had only one client. I picked her up downtown at midnight and brought her back to my place. This girl really knew how to kiss and we spent a considerable amount of time talking and making out.

She confessed that she joined another agency because she loved to fuck so much. She knew she was a nymphomaniac. What was surprising is that she had a boyfriend and this guy could not satisfy her. What's more, he knew nothing about her nocturnal adventures.

That night I was prepared for Roxy. I had a selection of nipple clamps which she eagerly tried on. I also used a couple of select vibrators on her, which she equally enjoyed. I followed up by stuffing two ben wa balls into her (see Having a ball in Montreal). At the conclusion of the evening, she did something she rarely did: allow me to cum in her mouth, which she promptly swallowed (good girl).

We left my place around 3am to take her home. As we were walking down the street to the car, me on wobbly legs, I stopped and turned to her. "Do you still have the balls inside you?" Her jaw dropped. She had no idea they were still inside. We went back in and I spent a delightful few minutes fishing them out. We laughed at the idea of her meeting up with her boyfriend that night and what she would say if he discovered those inside her!

Roxy got a new full-time job that didn't allow much flexibility. So, she quit the agency, but stayed in touch with a few select clients. I managed to get together with her a third time, recently. She told me about some of the fun and odd things she did with her clients. One guy paid her five hundred bucks to pee on him! Oh, it gets better (and by better I mean worse). One guy asked her for a Cleveland steamer. I kid you not. She didn't go through with it (thank god).

Photo: Roxy 05

Sasha

Through one of the local boards, I started pursuing independents. Most of them, I learned, were flakes, phoneys and scammers. Sasha, however, was highly recommended by a couple of guys. One described her as having a dirty look and dirty attitude. I was feeling particularly dirty, contacted her and invited her over. It was a bit of a bus ride for her, but she was up for it. The poor thing got lost in the street looking for my place, so I had to run out into the early evening to find her. The rescue was worthwhile.

Sasha was in her early twenties and a single mom (like so many Quebecois girls!). She certainly had a dirty look; a sort of retro-punk look. Apart from her punk hairstyle, she was rather ordinary looking, not someone you'd notice in a crowd. She was, however, a lot of fun. We sat on the couch and got to know one another and allowed things to progress. Although she was a good twenty-five pounds overweight, she had other qualities I enjoyed, like nipples with 14 gauge piercings on big soft breasts. She gave me a great blowjob in the living-room before we migrated to the bedroom.

I spent a good two hours mercilessly boning that girl, totally dominating her, and she was more than delighted. I tried out all my little tricks on her, including two ben wa balls. She enjoyed that so much that I stuffed her with four smaller ones at the same time. When I finally finished, she accused me of being the devil. I figured she was worth seeing again.

For her second visit, she asked if we could eat first. We stopped at the supermarket and picked up the makings for Caesar salad. She had never tried to make her own croutons and was really impressed (it's so easy to impress young things in the kitchen ... and sometimes in the bedroom). On the other hand, she impressed me that evening in admitting that she was full on bi and liked to be fisted. Unfortunately, my hand didn't fit. It was fun trying, though. She was able to fist herself, though!

The next time I got together with her, I decided to teach her how to make guacamole. We were both so horny that when we got to my place, I bent her over and was driving into her within three feet of the doorway. She went bottomless after that, which made the kitchen experience much more entertaining: lay out the groceries, fuck; prepare the working space, fuck; Get some stuff out of the cupboards, fuck. Kiss my ass, Gordon Ramsay and Rachael Ray! This was going to take hours. I gave Sasha the job of mashing the avocado while I cut up the rest of the ingredients. I went into her from behind and fucked her while we prepared the food. To this day, Sasha says she has absolutely no idea how to make guacamole.

The great thing about this girl is she's up for crazy stuff. We had planned to go into the park one night and screw in the great outdoors, but we never managed to get together while the weather was good. I did tie her up one night, though. That just added to my devil persona in her mind. Another time, when she was particularly horny, I had the ben wa balls in her early. I tried a third inside her and it fit. I then followed up with the fourth. She was moaning like a woman possessed as I fucked her with those four balls inside her. They were clanging around, driving her crazy. She told me she had the most intense orgasms from that.

I continue to see Sasha when I can. It's often tough to catch her because she had her son on alternate weeks and could not get out. She has since attained full possession of the child so things are even tougher.

Gangbangs

Yup. Still do 'em when I can. The organizer had recommended that I attend an even on the South Shore. She was a woman in her early forties whose husband enjoyed hosting, um, parties for her. She was, as it turned out, quite good looking and had a knockout body. She also loved to get fucked. We eight men were going at her, two at a time. She liked anal so double-penetration was performed on her as well.

After an hour or so in the living-room, we went to the bedroom. She lay on her back on a padded bench (obviously there for a very specific reason) and each guy took turns slamming into her. She liked it hard and fast. I few more guys showed up and were equally welcomed.

Unfortunately, it was one of my worse nights ever. I seriously wanted to nail that girl, but the little Wombat wasn't interested. The little bastard!

The most recent gangbang girl was a woman I had seen at three other events. She has a perfect physique, tall, blonde, slim, tight skin, although with artificial boobs. She's in her late twenties, good looking but hard looking, if you know what I mean, and very submissive. I have seen her suck cocks for three hours without a break, all the while, getting fucked from behind.

I wasn't really feeling it on this particular night. I managed to in for for her to suck me then followed up by taking her doggy-style. There were just too damn many men and I thought about leaving. I stuck around though, and I'm glad I did. Most of the guys left, leaving the more hard-core fuckers behind. Two of the younger guys wanted to do a double-vaginal on her, but that didn't happen, for whatever reason. One of these guys sat her up on her knees, spit into her mouth and demanded she spit on his cock then blow him. I could see the flash of passion in her eyes at this. A couple more guys stood around the kneeling woman and she jerked them off alternating with sucking them off. Another of the younger guys pulled her head back and spit into her mouth. She swallowed and I could see the trace of a smile on her mouth. Damn! She finished up a couple of these guys, each cuming in her mouth and her swallowing every load. God damn!

When the opportunity presented itself, I knelt down in front of her, ready for a blowjob. I pulled her head up, by the hair, and looked her straight in the eye. "Baby, I want you to suck the cum straight out of me." She smiled and buried her head in my crotch. I just enjoyed the sensation of her mouth working me over, one hand stroking, the other massaging my balls. She wanted me to enjoy this as much as she was enjoying herself. What a gal! My orgasm was explosive, but she just kept sucking. I let her continue for a few minutes after that, my cock getting soft in her mouth, before rolling off the bed and staggering away. My spot was quickly taken by another guy, ready to receive the same treatment. Damn, what a woman!

I shudder to think how much I've spent this past year. I could easily have afforded a proper holiday, but sometimes you just need something to keep you going.

Excellent report! I think if you have to be trapped in a city by your job, Montreal would be quite the place for it. Sure you could save money going to AC or Pattaya, but having a black book like yours and considering the money you're losing out on while travelling, there'd be little reason for it. Not, unless you just want to be out of Montreal for awhile, never mind the sex.

BTW, is this your photography in these posts? Please keep the reports coming

Nice to see you here, Wombat. I hope life eases up a bit so you can get back out on the road. Excellent report. I'm going to be in Vancouver next month...any suggestions? Do you ever get over there?

Those are indeed my photos, Bigpoppa. Here's another one of Roxy I took last week.

Photo: Roxy 06

I can't tell you much about Vancouver, Bwana. Although I've spent time there, I never investigated the scene. I quite liked the scene in Victoria, very laid back. So, I'll suggest checking out the Vancouver Escort Review Board.

Well nice shooting, very creative. I like the different uses of lighting.