I don't know why I feel the need to "confess" this... but as of a few months ago I became a call boy. I had seen clients previously- but nothing comes down to this. On Thanksgiving Day I had a scheduled "appointment" with a client that I've never met before. Upon coming to the clients door (which was at some type of dead-beat motel in Downtown Orlando) I was nervous. I knocked and an African American transsexual answered. I'm not racist at all, born half Cuban/German, never had much, grew up in various city's and I was somewhat comfortable around transsexuals and drag queens alike. I'm not flamboyant in any way, nor do I have any desire to sleep with a transsexual, let alone an African American Tranny (just not my type) but, if you're an escort you're usually in dire need of money, so I walked in. As an male companion, there are a few rules to follow- and one is that your (cash) must always be visible for an hourly client. The cash was visible on the dresser, folded up. They had known my rate was $250 and I assumed that the full amount was there. The client and I did what I was paid for- I found myself watching the television while they had their way with me. He/She had tried to use no protection at one point and I set them straight very quickly with my attitude towards unsafe sex (especially with a black tranny in a dump of a motel). After the client and I were FINALLY finished, I got up off the bed, put my clothes on, and examined the money closer- less than half of the $250 was there. I, NON-aggressively informed them that the money wasn't enough so the client attempted to write me a check. Escorts never take checks, I told them. I knew two things: I wasn't leaving without my money and I knew something wasn't right. I asked them to visit an ATM and bring me my cash, they said they lost their debit card, but someone owed them money later that week. If you can only imagine the rage that I had in my mind at that moment. As walked towards the door to leave, in anger, the client pressed himself/herself upon me (they were much larger than me) and said that I wasn't going anywhere, I was pretty scared when they said that and all I was thinking was I'm gonna either rip out one of their eyes or bite them if they dont get off of me. I pushed them off of me and they stumbled against a chair in the room, I swung the door open and stupidly tripped on the step about 6 inches lower than the door frame, they stepped out of the apartment, grabbed my waist to pull me inside, I swung my fist into their throat and pulled them outside towards the railing, while we were fighting on the second floor balcony they misplaced their foot and took a really hard tumble down the flight of stairs, I heard them yell, they landed on their neck. They didn't move and they didn't say anything. I left as fast as I possibly could, had Thanksgiving dinner with family and friends and I haven't looked back since.