Kat and Colette you are bang on with treating this like any other job, and maintaining a professional demeanor. I can't tell you how many clients I have gone out to dinner with in the beginning who would get upset because I didn't drink, or refused a line, until some more mature ladies took me in line and showed me a few tricks, The Drinking But Not Drinking Trick. Have the client pour the first glass of wine, toast and pretend to take a sip, pretend to take periodic sips. Even hold the wine in your hand as you talk, this prevents the waiters from coming up and pouring. Keep an eye on the clients glass, as it gets lower, you start to pour the wine, the man likes it, as he is being served by a beautiful woman and pretty much from that point you have control of the bottle. I try to stop them from ordering another one, as I find drunk guys more difficult to handle than the coked up ones.
The coke heads, are a different story all together, cocaine is the one drug I find turns perfectly nice men into egotistical, narcissistic jackasses! Their dicks become bigger, they are the best lover, and they can screw all night. Of course none of this is true, it is the drug unlocking the Mr. Hyde side of the personality. My favorite technique I use for the cokeheads, is distraction. Whenever I am offered a line by a client, I don't accept it, nor do I decline it, I just give them something else to focus on.
But as I have learned in escorting, drugs are an unfortunate part of the scene. It is something you learn to get use to quite quickly.Working in Amsterdam has taught me how to deal with all manner of drug users, from guys on Weed/Hash, Estacy, Mbma, Coke, Crack and Alcohol, and OMG, let's not get started on the various cocktails people will invent using all of the above and some over the counter prescription stuff as well.
Funny story, when I was working for an agency in the beginning, we had a guy who would call up and order several ladies at a time, and the girl on the phone would tell us when we were going to this particular guy, "you are going to so and so, bring the party pack"- this meant packing as much lingerie as you could carry, because we would have to model for him, and the more you had the longer you stayed. I proudly hold the record- 10 hours! He was coked to the gills, but for some reason he liked having half naked ladies parading around his rather nice penthouse apartment overlooking the Amstel River, as he played with his shrunken and limper than spaghetti dick. Go figure.