Oh, Matt, you should have just asked me if you needed some loving. I would have dropped everything to help a bud in need, including you. If you need a shoulder to cry on, please call me.
That post-coital "thank you" really warms my heart and tells me they are eager to do business with me again. It's a small investment with a 250-300 dollar pay-off. Such easy money if you ask me, considering most folks are lucky to get paid 100 for a day's work.
Also not justifying predatory behavior but both showbusiness and the corporate world are not true meritocracies. For untalented people and those without the right connections, the casting couch was an effective means of career advancement. Were I propositioned by a reasonably attractive boss, I might just bite. ;-)
I also think he was in an altered mental state when I saw him a couple of years ago. Doing outcalls in So Cal is something of a public menace when your mind is foggy.
I thought bringing dog food was a figure of speech (i.e., he's a "dog" of an escort). Now that I know the whole story, I think that fucking in front of a dog, in a small apartment, is even worse.