Payah Journalism

February 21, 2010

One of the benefits about having your own blog is that you can reply to a libelous comment not merely by posting another comment, but by posting a full-fledged post – a post which in this case reads like a giant newspaper headline that more people will see. That benefit is magnified when the article beneath that headline neatly opens the door to discussing a hot chick you’ve had sex with, complete with pictures of the chick scantily-clad. And so it is that I am replying to hostile and libelous comment by a broad who goes by Amber and who was honored this past October as best “lingerie model” at the 17th annual Nightmoves Central Florida Adult Entertainment Awards.

Amber’s comment appears at the bottom of this post. My reply:

You are mistaken, Sweetie.

You spoke to me shortly after you won, and were all goo-goo-eyed in a naked (so-to-speak) attempt at inducing me to visit you, and pay you money under the expectation that doing so would allow me to get naked in front of you, see you naked, feel you naked, taste you naked, and probe you with my penis naked. I asked you what you were doing after the awards show, and you told me you weren’t available since you were going to partying with your friends, as you nodded to a group of three or four women, not a single one of which was fuckable, implying that you’d be having an all-girl group grope.

It is true that I did not announce myself as a member of the media, or that I was interviewing you. My methods of gathering information are superior to those utilized by the MSM – I don’t set a freakin appointment, or agree to questioning parameters, or even wear a press pass. I simply observe and ask questions. Like journalists should. That’s how I’m able to observe, and relate, reality instead of MSM-like bullshit.

You see, I practice a form of guerrilla-journalism, akin to the “pimp journalism” made famous by James O’Keefe, but in this case its more appropriate to call it “john journalism,” or, as I prefer to refer to it, “payah journalism.” It is most commonly found in hooker review sites such as The Erotic Review (“TER”), and included the more street-level USA Sex Guide, and the International Sex Guide. Like nearly all things “payah” versus nearly all things “pimp” in the 21st century, “payah journalism” now dominates “pimp journalism” and is in fact far more prevalent.

While most “pimp journalism” is cheesy, commercial in nature, and unreliable (such as your comment, since, at least as you claimed to me at the awards show, you are the owner of the establishment, employ other girls, and therefore, madame, are yourself a form of pimp), most “payah journalism” is honest. While there are occasional fake posts – girls posting fake reviews of themselves, angry ex-boyfriends, reviews done in exchange for a freebie or discount, bad reviews done as a result of refusal to provide a freebie, and such – most “payah journalism” is done for no financial remuneration, at great risk to the journalist whose identity could be revealed, and is largely done out of sheer love of fucking hot whores and sharing their passion for doing so with other guys.

Speaking of payah journalism, I would be remiss in not memorializing my personal experiences with one of your “beauticians,” Lyndzy, back when she worked at Faberge in Tampa, a now-defunct shop most known in the industry for having a stable of chicks that did a lot of drugs. IMO, that reputation was accurate, and in a good-way. Whatever these chicks were on – and the subjects of coke, ecstasy, and Oxycontin came up – by and large, I can’t imagine they were having a negative effect on their respective sex drives.

Lyndzy:

Whether Lyndzy in fact did much in the way of – or even any – drugs while she was working or while not at work, I do not know. The first time I met her, she certainly didn’t seem to be on much of anything, if anything at all – the second time, well, she did seem a little loopy. But no matter. She was great.

The first time I met her was about 3 years ago, when my friend Bruce (real name – he doesn’t care) visited from Reno. Being that Bruce was from out-of-town, I ceded to him first dibs on the chicks. He didn’t see anyone he liked and was about to leave when, suddenly, Lyndzy appeared from behind a closed door and quickly ushered me into a playroom. She sat me down on the couch with her and kept gently and quickly touching my thigh and telling me how cute I was – in a sincere and friendly way, not like in your phony goo-goo eyes way at the award show – and how she had been hiding from Bruce because she found him unattractive.

Lyndzy and I immediately hit it off and she regaled me with her situation – about how her primary employment was working for a doctor’s office where she was a valued employee, but that she had been playing hookie the past couple of weeks because she liked working at Faberge so much, and how the doctor kept calling her to come back, but she was in no rush to do so though she might return any day now. She was tickled pink (no pun intended) by her apparently-recent discovery that she could make a living having sex with selected guys all day. In fact, as evidence of how torn she was between her respective occupations, she was even wearing scrubs which, despite their looseness, evidenced a quite lickable-looking ass and an appropriately sized and patterned tramp stamp.

Unfortunately, despite the fact that chemistry was flying around the room, because Bruce wanted to check out more establishments and since I could easily come back another time or meet Lyndzy elsewhere, I had to leave, though not before Lyndzy gave me her phone number.

I called Lyndzy a few days later, and caught her while she was in the bath tub. I could hear the splash of bath water over her presumably naked and luscious body. We flirted on the phone for about 10 minutes and discussed meeting, but she lived quite far from where I did and even farther from Faberge and was tired and looking forward to going to bed.

After a few weeks went by, and maybe another similar call or two, I was feeling quite horny one day and called Faberge during the day to see if Lyndzy was working. Normally, I’m not horny during week days because I generally work with so many foul women – and almost no attractive women – its hard to think about sex. Luckily, Lyndzy, who said she avoided working nights because she’s a day person and didn’t like the “punks” that came in at night, was working, though she was getting off work right about the same time as me. I told her I was coming, left work a few minutes early, and got there in time to see Lyndzy. She remembered me and Bruce, and again quite genuinely told me I was cute.

When she returned to the room after the obligatory trip down the hallway to give the house the room charge (generally $40 these days at these places for you guys who are curious), I told her what kind of session I wanted and one way or the other presented her with $100. When I told her I just wanted a basic session, she appeared genuinely disappointed that she would not be getting my dick, but not at all in a try-to-upsell-me kind of way – more like in a this-is-my-last-session-of-the-day-and-I-was-hoping-to-get-laid way. Despite her obvious disappointment, she remained quite friendly, and immediately positioned her enormous breasts an inch from the cock she was manipulating, in such manner that it was crystal clear I was green-lighted to smother her enormous artificial breasts with my load. It took little time before I pasted her with cum with such force – far more than my usual ejaculation – that I am surprised it didn’t leave a paintball pellet-type welt mark on her clavicle. I left her presence drained and shaking.

As a payah journalist, I do have to report the negatives. Her thighs are a little on the big side. Of course, bear in mind that she is around 5’8″ and I am a petite-ophile. She is by no means overweight or big-boned – but she doesn’t have skinny legs if that’s what you like, or, like me, if that’s what you usually require in a taller girl.

The other negative was that after I shot, she quickly got up, sprayed some sort of sanitizer all over her chest, and otherwise quickly dispensed with my jism, whereas I prefer being with girls who are into cum play and relish being coated with my slightly-silver Patron – and most do. In her defense, she was already working past the ending time of her shift, and was probably just being considerate to the girls in the shift behind her.

She also looks like she’s aged a lot in the relatively short period of time since I last saw her.

Anyway, for you guys, here is the website for Platinum Lingerie. As you can see, I highly recommend Lyndzy.

Amber

Amber on the other hand, well – I prefer girls that are nice to me and genuinely into me, but, of course, she might like you and be great in session. She is certainly cute.

Click on pen to