Introduction:

This is Annabelle Baxter’s memoir as a webcam girl (digital stripper) and a body-rub girl (giving happy-ending massage sessions). The book contains a gallery of broken men. The author, who used to be a real estate agent, cannot any longer afford the stress and the expenses of her life. She cheats on her boyfriend, who for some reason accepts her new job, by performing sexual services behind her back. She dates some of the male clients who requested her services. She feels contempt for their desperate calls of intimacy, but we know that behind such contempt for others, often we contrast our own wretchedness so that we feel better for ourselves. The book, to me, is absolutely disgusting and I really dislike what’s happening, and do not like to know about the affairs of men who are so thoroughly broken and desperate, but I need to know what people are and what people do. This book was a good way to remove that childish innocence in me.

Themes:

The memoir covers her days giving pleasure to men (literally masturbating them after a massage), or allowing men to pleasure themselves in her presence. In her early days as a webcam girl, people requested all things of her, including insertions and cosplay, and pretending to be a baby. Some even asked her to address them as babies. To call them and scold them as they would cry. Strangely, some asked her not as an escort (which she mentions she refuses to do) but only as someone they could go to dinner with.

A major theme of the book is the requests men have. For her to be naked while giving them massages, for them to kiss her (or touch her breasts and private parts), or to ejaculate on her, and so on. Some men followed her. Some remember her even after she dyes her hair or wears an extension. In one circumstance, the men moaned so loud that the other rooms (with respectable businesses, or massage parlors) started questioning what was happening here.

An interesting thing happens later in the book when as she grew older, fewer and fewer clients called her in favor of the younger girls performing similar services. More clients preferred the masseuse who would double as an escort. Prices determined everything, even in such a market. When she lowered the prices, more came to her. As she grew older, she had to lower the prices and accept a higher volume of clients to make up for the lower pay.

She tries at some point to deal with a broker, and he messes up her work. It’s a funny story after the other. But almost all stories represent pathetic men in search of sexual release. This is a dark side of humanity that we have to accept. We are not as civilized as we think we are. One trip to a p*** website demonstrates the little tykes of The Lord of the Flies that are within us all, just waiting for the appropriate circumstances to present themselves.

Criticism and Conclusion:

The book is not very inventive in its writing, and other than this gallery of broken men, the book is flat and uninspired. The stories contain shock value, but not much more. She changes her identity. She gets a hair extension. Some men follow her around. Some recognize her, and so on. But that’s it. The book ends rather abruptly, and her episodes linearly progress in time.

Rochester, New York,
May, 2022.