So, I had an overnight the other day. Everything going fine. So, my client and I then go downstairs to have breakfast (mind you, its a relatively upscale hotel, about 3 stars.

Well, next thing we know...there are about 4 cops downstairs in full uniform, badge and walkie-talkie in the same room, also having breakfast. Needless to say, my client seemed extremely nervous, scared shitless. He wouldn't even say a word at the table with me. In fact, as I sat down to eat breakfast, he wouldn't even come to the table to sit down. He sorta hung around the breakfast bar area, pretending to be busy, coming back to the table occasionally until the cops left a few minutes later.

I was completely unmoved by it, and actually found it hilarious (but was equally concerned). I just had visions of exchanging 'sex for money' right in front of their faces...but being that my client was an older White guy and me a younger Black guy, it just seemed too obvious. But shit, its not like I was some big-breasted chick looking like a stripper from the night before LOL. For all they know, I could have been his adopted son...I just didn't see a reason to be alarmed or worried...