In the end, it's the money. Money talks....
For me, it's witty repartee. The right conversation at the right time can get under my skin. First and foremost, I am a woman... One who has hit her peak, and is sexually and socially deprived. My mind is my largest erogenous zone - stimulate that, and all of my other switches get flipped. It doesn't matter what you look like, how much you weigh, or how hung you are; if you're able to let your inner geek come out to play, my panties are going to get twisted. Conversely, and contrary to popular opinion, it doesn't matter how much money you've put on the nightstand; if you can't treat me with respect, or hold up your end of the conversation, then my inner rainforest will become a mini Sahara.
At the end of the day, I assume (unless you are Bruce Wayne) that everyone works for their income. And regardless of the job, intellectual challenge and a lack of idiots makes things way better.
I surely am much happier at work when I get to work with the staff that are marginally intelligent and have a vision, so I can work to expand it and make it awesome.
So yeah, it must be the MON-EY, but how much effort you put in and the enjoyment you get out of it differs no matter what you do.
Great Attitude, and manners...these are priority next to cleanliness. I had called a gent up who was interested in meeting . I had missed his texts at 4 Am...when I spike to him , he seemed super bitchy and Hung up in my face...pussy dried up after that, hehe.
Give every provider you see a $100 tip on top of the donation.
I like when they lick my ass.