“…so I reported her to HMRC!”

But did you? Did you really, mate?

Did ye, aye?

You're fucked whatever way you respond to this question. If you stay adamant that you reported this escort that I don't know to HMRC, you look like a very creepy old man that enjoys having leverage over women. If you admit you were lying, not only do you admit to dishonesty, but you now look like a very creepy old man that lies about having leverage over women.

Either way, you're blacklisted.

"...so I reported her to HMRC!" He told me, slapping his hands together and laughing.

"He" is a client that I saw only twice. There will not be a third meeting. He fucked it with the HMRC story, amongst other things.

The HMRC story is as follows - he arranged a booking with a younger working girl. When she got in the car, she appeared to be wary. He explained to me that it was clear he was her first client.

She's sitting in the car, visibly nervous, typing away on her phone. Then she suddenly tells him that she started her period, and the booking cannot go ahead.

Now, lets be honest - yes, she probably was lying! And I can understand a client being disappointed by that. But surely as a man, you would recognise that if a young woman is lying (or so you think) about her period, just to get out of your car, then clearly there is a reason she is uncomfortable.

Nah, this man don't give a fuck. Sleazy fucks like this never do. So he called her out, and she got out of the car and left.

Later on that night, the police appeared at his door. Of course, he "had no idea why."

They gave him a warning and left.

At this point in the story, he gives me all the visual clues of a child waiting for Christmas Day. He is genuinely giddy as he sits and tells me "I contacted my mate who works in HMRC - so I reported her! And got her done for undeclared earnings as an escort!" He let out the biggest belly laugh, slapped his hands together and sat smiling at me as if he had just told me he had discovered a cure for systemic lupus.

When actually, all he had done was present himself like every other power-hungry loser that books a "new girl" who doesn't know of him yet, and grassed "his mate at HMRC" in for gross misconduct.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait....
WHY DON'T WE REWIND BACK TO THE START, HMM? You fat, disgusting homunculus.

I thought you were her first client?
And the booking did not go ahead, correct? She did not earn money from any escorting activities.
So, what exactly is the undisclosed income?

And given you spent a grand total of 10 minutes in this woman's company, in YOUR car, I do not understand how you would have enough detail to "get her done" for anything?
How did you know she wasn't declaring her earnings to HMRC? That's a bold assumption. I declare my earnings. Quite a lot of us do, actually.

Can you imagine thinking that this IS the story you want to tell the escort you want to see again?

Perhaps that wasn't the greatest idea, son. Blacklisted.

In fact, you are now the trigger for my £150 price increase.

£200/Hour is nowhere near enough for me to sit and pander to a man and make him feel important when he, well.... just isn't important.

£200/Hour is nowhere near enough for me to sit and have a man believe his stories of revenge will somehow intimidate me. Because that's precisely what he was trying to do. Trust me, I'm not sitting here worried that this man will report me to anyone. Do what you want, I don't give a fuck.

£200/Hour is nowhere near enough for me to pander to a piece of shit that actively seeks out what he perceives to be vulnerable women, just so he can feel powerful.

The sad part is, when he was telling me this bullshit, he did not look powerful. Quite the opposite - he looked like a very lonely, pathetic, and overweight mould of a human made out of ham hock off-cuts.

The moral of the story is:
Don't be a misogynistic piece of shit, and you won't get blacklisted.