On a first meeting a client offered me his credit card and details, so I could book rooms for us as he was always too busy.
Whore Of Babylon has described exactly the sort of myopic attitude from punters that makes UKP so necessary.
It might be an extreme example, and he was lucky that he met someone not just with standards but who knows how and why to stick to proper procedure. Good on you for bringing it up, Whore of B. Of course, some fluffies are able to take care of themselves and survive without mishap; and some just play at being fluffies. But far too many punters think it is somehow an even fucking playing field.
It's not and should not be. All human beings are equal, but roles are not: the prossie is a service provider
, an employee
, and let's be really clear: in a subservient
position to fulfil her duty. This is not a put-down (before some silly sisterhood besom starts having a rant): it is the fact of the relationship.
The dangerous fluffie is the one who forgets to act with the dignity of an employer.
Levels of trust go with the role unless you know someone exceedingly well. But where sex is involved, the brain can get fuddled.Example A.
I trust my maid / cleaning lady when I had one. She was awesome. Could hold a great conversation about politics, ironed my shirts like they were new, and so on. I trusted her with my house while she was there. That would not
have extended to asking her to nip down to the ATM for me. Now the level of trust was clear cos a) I paid her a pittance and b) she was pretty ugly. Example B.
I also trust my P.A. (again, back in the days when my budget provided for one). Highly qualified, references from universitry professors I knew personally, and I had put her through a gruelling interview when she started. Her role as a P.A. allowed me to give her a different level of trust - more than a cleaning maid.
But here's the bitch. She wasn't ugly. I had to keepn reminding myself of her role cos oherwise I would mistake her devotion to the job for infatuation with me personally. She was doing a fucking job and getting paid. If I had started giving her flowers we'd both have been screwed. It's the same with a prossie - she's your prossie, not a fucking woman in an equal position to you.
No matter how wonderful a prossie is, she's still a fucking prossie. Not to her mum. Not to her mates (if she has any). But to you she is a fucking prossie. Cos you are a punter. And if the punter puts her on a pedastal, gives her more 'trust' or 'respect' than is appropriate to give your hired hand (hehe) then the punter has overstepped the boundary. It's not being 'nice.' It's overstepping the fucking boundary. And that, in a UKP slightly-larger-than-should-be-fucking-necesssary-nutshell, is why UKP has to constantly drive it home to the more deluded, head-in-the-cloud fluffie, that the prossie is not 'special' - she is a prossie there to do a service.
Politeness, that's all you give her on the job. Anything else is 'role-play' haha!