Everything ended when it was not the client but the husband who waited for him, prepared for the worst, on the sidewalk of the house. Until that morning, Leandro Ezequiel -that's what he calls himself and that's what we'll name him- was doing his usual soda delivery tour. He was 22 years old and his body was fresh as summer fruit. As soon as the day broke, Leandro started the truck and lowered soda and cans through General Rodríguez, through Francisco Álvarez, through Morón. Bell at seven, bell at eight and sometimes it wasn't necessary: there were clients who were waiting for him outside, in leggings or in a cleavage, with the drawer of siphons ready for the return.
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But: that client. On the verge of 40, two of her children, she owns -together with her husband- an imposing house in a neighborhood in the west of Buenos Aires. One day the woman asked him to please change the bottle in the dispenser. It was reasonable: 20 liters, heavy. Leandro went into the kitchen and turned over the jerrycan loaded with water. The following week, the client opened the door for her and asked her to check the dispenser. That it was broken, he begged; that the husband returned late, that if not, he would run out of water. It was early. The woman apologized to the sodero, who arrived just after she turned off the shower. The underwear peeked out from under the silk robe.
“Imagine, I was moused for three million. Every time he asked me to come in the house for something, I would go crazy. It was an ant job. She was looking for me while I was looking for the breaking point. It was a game every week. On the day of the broken dispenser, she would lean over and say, 'see? here', but I couldn't see anything but her back, crouched. I realized that she was looking for me to grab her from behind and I moved forward and she took off my shirt and it was a mess. That was the first time and we didn't stop anymore. I rang the bell and we already knew…”.
This is Leandro, today a sex worker and, of course, a former soda delivery man. Meetings with the client began to be part of the mandatory route with the truck. There were also daughters of clients, there were mothers of client daughters, there were aunts of clients. When he was a boy, if Leandro was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he would answer: "Priest or porn actor." Even with the abyss that exists in the middle between one office and another, he did the catechism, went to mass and came to take confirmation. But he never wore a cassock. From that time with a siphon in hand, Leandro remembers: "I would get on the truck with the sole objective of screwing any client." The husband of the woman in the robe and the dispenser changed his plans. When Leandro saw him sheltered in front of the gate, he continued on. He never rang the doorbell at that house again.
But the women were not charged. Sex for money during the soda delivery started with the boys. With her and with them the same spell worked. The clear uniform and a light and fine fabric, adjusted to the trained body; "the bulge" -that's what he calls it- accommodated on his side, because "downwards" bothered him. "It's just that it's big," warns Leandro, who is now 28 years old and talks about that time in this video call chat. The phone screen returns the image of a man busy with details. There are the marks of the passage of the comb, there is the drawing of the shave, there are the Chinese eyes, which he knows how and when to put. Leandro arms a butt and is wrapped in its scroll. He adjusts his shirt collar, rolls up his sleeves a bit. A neighborhood doll.
"When I started working on this, everything went against my principles, my tastes"
The presentation is like this, without commas: “Active heterosexual without kisses, no mamo”. Leandro tells us about the conditions: “From here to here (in a gesture of hands he indicates that it is from the collarbones down), they can suck me as much as they want. But they can't put their finger in my ass or an object. I also don't like that they touch my neck or my face or put their fingers in my mouth, that's not possible. Payment is made as soon as I enter the home. The service is for one hour. I arrive and look at the clock: if it's 12:30, an hour later I'm out. It doesn't matter what we get to do in that time. Everything is super clear. They are my conditions. I work like this. And people, guaranteed, enjoy the same because they call me again.
First they were foreigners, men who waited for the sodero to arrive and after exchanging empty ones for full ones, they offered him money to perform oral sex on him or touch him. Leandro accepted, left the truck running, went in, closed the door. The question lasted what a sigh. He stopped distributing soda because with chance encounters he doubled his salary as a delivery man. But Leandro, who imposes conditions, had to make concessions: he, a cis hetero male, is not turned on by men. It happens that the pay is good and those who request his services as a sex worker are mostly men.
He started meeting while he was still living with his family. she lied. He would borrow the car and tell them that he had gotten a good job, a waiter for a luxury catering service. Leandro returned with money that was impossible for this type of work. He had to whitewash: “But I never said that I was selling myself for sex. I went more on the professional side. Because I am very professional in what I do”, he says. When he could, he rented an apartment in Palermo. He served between three and four people a day, and he only rested on Sundays. It was 2020 and one day his body couldn't take it anymore. And his head, he says, neither.
“When it comes to having sex I am very physical. When I have sex with a person x, I don't connect mentally, spiritually…”
So if your way of bonding with sex is so physical, that is, there is no emotional commitment...
Unless she's a woman and she's hot. I do to him what nobody did to him, that's for sure.
Okay, I'll be back: so if when it comes to working out your way of relating to sex is so physical, that is, there is no emotional commitment, how do you do with men, who you don't like?
It's all mental work. I use pornography a lot. In other words: I watch porn and I attend to him too.
And what are you looking at?
Straight porn, lesbianism... Squirting turns me on a lot. I'm looking for something that puts me on fire to be able to give the best customer service, who is paying for the meeting.
How did you feel when you started getting paid?
In certain services I felt uncomfortable. It is something that can happen because you have everything. It's not always a pretty woman or a chabón that you say “look how handsome”... In fact there is a significant flow of older people who pay for sex and you have to be there, eh. When I started working on this, everything went against my principles, against my tastes. I am heterosexual, I like women. After the first meetings, I had a strange feeling, like “what did I do, why did I do it”. But I was working on it and today it doesn't cost me anything. It is also an opportunity to meet new people. There are even clients with whom we establish a kind of friendship, we go out for a drink, we get together to chat. And a million doors open for you.
Like which ones?
Important people.
How important?
Lots of celebrities. famous. I met amazing women. Show business is beautiful. And no, I don't want to be part of the show business.
During a meeting, did you ever say "this is great and they're going to pay me too"?
Yes, with a partner. Recently. They asked me if I was available, I had finished lunch and was ready to start work. We meet at one, a two-hour service. They ring the bell, super punctual, I go down to open it and I see a guy, normal, and her... She was beautiful. It was something divine. Divine. I could not believe it. It was a bomb, it was unforgettable.
What had they proposed to you?
He paid for me to have sex with his wife. A beauty.
And what did he do?
He undressed, sat in an armchair to watch. Or he would come and go giving instructions: put it like this, put it here, do this to it. He told her: “My love, I want you to have a good time…”. At no time did he approach me. Incredible. I told you they paid me for two hours, from one to three in the afternoon. Well, they ended up leaving at half past seven. Was delicious. Look, I'm telling you and I'm getting hot.
What is it like to serve between three and four people a day?
It was a very heavy era. I started with all my might and in the last month I had a pretty bad time. I felt bad psychologically, I didn't have time to think. I was overwhelmed by the number of customers per day. At one point I didn't feel like having sex with anyone. It was sex for money, without enjoyment. And I felt like I was neglecting myself. In addition, the average was 20 guys against four mines per week. I did it because I'm a professional, but it went against my tastes.
To sustain…
Sent. I never googled “what if I take one viagra a day…”. I was scared. But if I had to penetrate a man, I would take half and I could spend six hours watching porn.
Is there a differential rate for men and women?
Yeah, sure. Today it would be more, but if the rate was a full $5 thousand for a girl, a full $8 thousand for a man. If you want, skinny, put it on. Not girls, I love women. And if I like you, the next one is free.
Why is there a different perspective on women who engage in sex work than on men who do the same?
It is true that there is another look at us. Women are, in general, stigmatized. It's hard for me to understand it because I see myself in them, they are people who take advantage of their bodies and make money. I think we live for a while and we are part of a society where talking is free and judging too. There are people who do it out of necessity. But there are also many other people, like me, who do it because they enjoy it. Fucking is the most beautiful experience we have. It is in the top three, before eating and sleeping. There is nothing like it. The truth is that if you're not on this side, you can't talk.
It was the amount, but it was also the pandemic. Today Leandro has fewer meetings than before because he is dedicated to generating content for Onlyfans, Loverfans and his Telegram channel, which is private and paid. He manages himself: he shoots, edits, publishes and advertises his videos and photos. He knows that thought material sells a lot, that is, filmed on a set, with a script and several cameras, and with models. But he prefers amateur, spontaneous and homemade content. Sometimes he asks his clients if he can film the meeting, he assures them that there will be no way for them to identify them. He is not interested in the montage being of high quality, but he is interested in having a watermark because they tend to "steal" his images.
That boy who was, the one who waited to be left alone at home to go look for those two porn magazines that someone had hidden, is the guy who puts together another pout and wishes: “I always wanted to be a porn actor. I already did my first experience, a film that is going to be released in March. I loved. In services you have to improvise: the moan, the little face, the ah, oh, uh... Here I arrived, they told me what I had to do and they paid me for the performance on set. That is the first step. What follows is to be the owner of a porn production company that breaks all schemes in Argentina”. And Leandro adjusts the collar of his shirt, narrows his eyes, smokes.
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