I was in a session one night with a wonderful Premier girl and we had been kissing and I mentioned how much I was enjoying her tongue. She suggested that I would like her tongue more before the session was done. Nearing the end, she was getting ready to bring me to the big finish, and I asked if it was possible that the tongue I had been enjoying so much be involved in the process. She hesitated, then said, "That's extra." I was okay with that idea. Now, the amount of the tip was not discussed, but the bill I gave her was the red one. I asked if that was enough, and she said that it was. We both left happy.
If she did not say it was extra, she would have received exactly the same tip. If she asked for a figure and it was lower than that, she would have received exactly the same tip. If she asked for more, then perhaps we would have finished the job manually, or maybe I would have paid a little more. But the tip for the service, that's a given.
When we meet one of these beautiful women in the room, we treat them as our girlfriends. We know they aren't really our girlfriends, but we suspend the belief, like we suspend our belief when we go to see Star Wars and aliens are flying space ships and shooting at other aliens (and somehow they're all speaking English). But we stay grounded enough to remember this is a professional transaction. We paid to get in there, and this is her occupation. So occasionally we have to take a few seconds time out to return to planet earth, just like in the movie, when the ship explodes, we know we aren't going to get sucked out into space and die. Popcorn!
And no, the girl didn't look like Princess Leia in the gold suit.