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Saturday, February 8, 2014
STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
An old friend came back to NY recently and gave me a call requesting that I come visit her. So I hopped the bike (which by the way is taking a beating from all the fucking salt on the roads) and pedaled to the Upper East Side to check her out. She's pretty much the same old battle axe from yesteryear...but we have history and more or less enjoyed ourselves reminiscing about old times.
There was no financial (I can't be a middleman anymore and I didn't want to sell her onto this blog because I knew she wouldn't make any money) or carnal agenda but oddly, there was a payoff. She became my muse for today's entry. Scaling no fewer than 54 steps to ascend to her 5th floor walkup, I realized I'd never written about escorts who live in walkup apartments.
Because I'm physically fit, dealing with girls who do business out of elevatorless abodes has never presented a real problem. It could occasionally be annoying - but never a deterrent from me turning a buck. However…not so for every would-be customer of girls who rent in the stratosphere. Some simply can't make the trek - while others will make it to the promised land come hell or high water.
A while back, I had a friend (Ami's ex-sugar daddy) who was obese and relatively aged. And when this guy asked me about places whose girls appeared on this blog, question #1 was "are they in an elevator building?"…as even one flight of stairs was prohibitive for this individual. And he's not alone! Not every customer can make these climbs.
I remember Poonjab had a regular with an artificial limb. He would struggle up the stairs to her loft and then promptly - and in exhaustion - take off his leg before the session! And back when HONEY HONEY was on 29th Street, there was a dungeon on the 4th floor of the building (they were on floor #2). One day, the phone girl told me about a paraplegic who would literally pull himself up all those stairs by his arms just to get his ass kicked by one of their dommes! Who says where there's a will there isn't a way?
Anyway…at some point I started counting the number of stairs to my loftiest customers' walkups to see who was highest in the sky. And that all time winner was ALLANAH STARR, legendary she male porn star and turncoat. Girlfriend lived right above the Carnegie Deli - a mere 71 stairs up to the 6th floor! She got the gold!
My very own apartment happens to be 56 steps from street level. But I have an elevator so it's a moot point. Back in my cabby days, I'd come home in the wee hours to drop money and always ran up the stairs to save time - and get the blood flowing. But not with the bike - and the new elevator - which always defaults to the 1st floor. Those days are gone. At this point in my life there better be a scenic view if I'm to climb! Otherwise, I take the elevator!