After wandering for years in what I considered to be the hobby wastelands of Fort Worth, seldom repeating, and, when I did, moreso out of convenience and familiarity than out of true desire, I now have three women that I consider myself to be regulars of.
In general, when I arrive, they treat me as if they are happy to see me. When I leave, they actually sound like they mean it when they say they hope to see me again soon. Afterwards, they either initiate between-session contact or respond to occasional e-mails (I respect that by trying to refrain from abusing their receptiveness). I've met one off the clock and am working on another.
In between the greeting and goodbye, it varies. One is a truly exceptional lover in all respects; I owe her a tremendous debt of gratitude for reawakening feelings of intimacy I never thought I'd feel again. Another gives an exceptional L2, but, more than that, she's just a very nice, comfortable, easy-going person to be around. A third gives one of the more erotic B2B sessions I've ever had, but, more than that, is one of the sweetest young women I have ever met.
All three are among the most beautiful women I've seen in Fort Worth, hobby or otherwise. That helps.
It takes either a natural clicking between two people, or a combination of a willingness to suspend disbelief on the client's part, coupled with a sincere effort (or really good client-retention skills) on the lady's part to let him know (or allow him to think) that she appreciates him, values his business, enjoys his company and wants to see him again.
As I've told all three, I saw them the first time because of how they looked; I keep seeing them because of who they are. I can go anywhere to have an orgasm; the true value of my relationship with my regulars lies in how I feel days after the post-orgasmic tingle has faded.