Pretty Woman
As a general rule you have to keep your private and professional life separate. You will meet plenty of men who want to take you out on an actual date, treat you like a girlfriend and fill your head with hopes of a new life and love with them. However, in reality things are a bit different. The cynic that I am, I never allow myself to overstep this boundary, as soon as clients suggest I leave the agency and have a relationship with them I break it off. The reality of the situation is that they’re not in love with you, but in lust and may pay your bills and buy you gifts but that’s about it- you still need a job. Pretty woman is a movie, a fantasy and should stay that way. However, in the past month I have surprised myself.
Work had been going well, the cash had been rolling in and I was looking for a new flat and forward to the summer sales. My regular client, let’s call him J., had been coming to see me on an average of 3 times a week and as he was really different- after closeness and my satisfaction, not sex per se, I found myself to be spending lots of time with him after the actual booking just talking and enjoying each other’s company. Gradually I found myself to be thinking about him more and more even when I wasn’t working and pretending I was with him when I had other clients. Eventually he asked me out (I gave him more than a gentle nudge in that direction). Long story short, I am now in a relationship with a man I met as a client, have fallen in love with him- something I thought impossible after so many months of being emotionally detached from the people I sleep with, and if that’s not enough, he’s going through a tough divorce. Now, I’ve always enjoyed what I do and have been quick to dish out advice about the job and the private life of working girls, but have found myself in a pickle! I CAN NOT sleep with someone else, I’ve promised J. that I’d stop, without him asking me to and have been dreaming of a rosy future together. I recently posted a comment on someone else’s blog suggesting that sex and love are different- I am such a fool! Even though I can make myself work somehow, it feels bad but is a necessary evil I love this man and want to be with him. So the time for me has come- actual job interviews, looking for a new flat to start fresh and not being able to think of anything else but whether I’m making a right decision. Will he get a divorce? Am I the rebound girl? Will he get over the way we met? What do I do for a living from now on and do I want to quit?
Stay tuned for further development and meanwhile if you’re embark on the journey of prostitution and living a lie consider how willing are you to sacrifice your personal life. I know it sounds like an easy decision to make when you’re broke, but if you find yourself in my shoes- and trust me, you will- will you chose the cash over love. How did I get here?
Tuesday 21 July 2009
Tuesday 14 July 2009
Whatever Can Go Wrong Will!
A massive drawback of the job- if you want to have clients, you have to pay the price- I did this week! The biggest pet peeve most working girls have is that they’ll be found out or booked by a relative, friend or someone else they know. This happened to yours truly a couple of nights ago. Of course, any smarter person would have known that as I’ve been to a few fancy private schools and know more than a few fancy wealthy Arabic men, this will inevitably happen. However, I was to naïve to believe otherwise
Since I finished the last part of the blog nothing really exciting has happened, I’ve started to be more relaxed on bookings, have more work than before and have started to get a little bored- not when I count my money before I go to bed though! Until last Sunday.
I should have taken it as a sign; everything was telling me that it’s not a great idea to take the booking. I was getting ready for a night out on the town with a fellow working girl from the agency when she rang to ask me if the agent can come with us as well. I said yes and eager to get ready fast and make it to the rendez-vous on time decided to tie my hair rather than blow-dry and style (I do that every day, clients like big hair). As I was getting in a cab, my phone rang and the agent suggested I take a booking for an hour before I join them for drinks. I said I will and he sent me the details telling me he’ll meet me there. He never ever meets us at appointments; we either take a driver or a cab so I should have known something was different. He said it was a huge house and he wasn’t sure if it was an actual booking or something was wrong, he couldn’t verify it via landline.
I said that was fine, told him I’ll text him once the client has paid and went in. The house was impressive indeed. I was let in by a porter/security guard and shown to a lounge larger than my flat while they confirmed with the client upstairs that they can send me up. I waited for ten minutes and as the client didn’t give his real name and they didn’t know who it was for sure (there was a lot of staff living on the premises as well as the owners), I phoned my agent to tell him to call the client. A few minutes later my heart nearly stopped- a man I had gone to school with once was standing in front of me, smiling. All I could say was ‘Oh my God!!!’ and I asked him if he knew it was me he had booked. He said that he did but the booking wasn’t for him-it was for his friend/employer, someone I fancied the pants off of while I was in college stuck in a relationship with a mutual friend. It had previously crossed my mind that he and his mates could find me as they threw the most lavish parties in town and escorts were always present. I just thought that if there was God they wouldn’t book me! I ran out to my agent, told him what had happened and he said I can leave if I wanted to. I didn’t. As my schoolmate took me upstairs to ‘meet the client’ I didn’t know whether to cry, run or laugh! I entered a dark bedroom; he was on the bed waiting for me. We kissed hello and started talking. All in all, the evening was really pleasant, I stayed longer than the intended hour and I found the sex really hot. However, I couldn’t fully relax knowing that he or the other guy might tell someone. I am still terrified. If he saw my profile on the net, how easy is it for others to do that and how many actually know what I do?
I’ve been trying to get my mind off that ever since but it’s not working.
Words of advice- weigh the pros and cons of the pictures of you on the net. For me privacy is more important than having a lot of work, I make enough from regulars anyway. I’ll be one of those professional pictures of a face not looking directly at the camera, can’t have that scenario happening again.
A massive drawback of the job- if you want to have clients, you have to pay the price- I did this week! The biggest pet peeve most working girls have is that they’ll be found out or booked by a relative, friend or someone else they know. This happened to yours truly a couple of nights ago. Of course, any smarter person would have known that as I’ve been to a few fancy private schools and know more than a few fancy wealthy Arabic men, this will inevitably happen. However, I was to naïve to believe otherwise
Since I finished the last part of the blog nothing really exciting has happened, I’ve started to be more relaxed on bookings, have more work than before and have started to get a little bored- not when I count my money before I go to bed though! Until last Sunday.
I should have taken it as a sign; everything was telling me that it’s not a great idea to take the booking. I was getting ready for a night out on the town with a fellow working girl from the agency when she rang to ask me if the agent can come with us as well. I said yes and eager to get ready fast and make it to the rendez-vous on time decided to tie my hair rather than blow-dry and style (I do that every day, clients like big hair). As I was getting in a cab, my phone rang and the agent suggested I take a booking for an hour before I join them for drinks. I said I will and he sent me the details telling me he’ll meet me there. He never ever meets us at appointments; we either take a driver or a cab so I should have known something was different. He said it was a huge house and he wasn’t sure if it was an actual booking or something was wrong, he couldn’t verify it via landline.
I said that was fine, told him I’ll text him once the client has paid and went in. The house was impressive indeed. I was let in by a porter/security guard and shown to a lounge larger than my flat while they confirmed with the client upstairs that they can send me up. I waited for ten minutes and as the client didn’t give his real name and they didn’t know who it was for sure (there was a lot of staff living on the premises as well as the owners), I phoned my agent to tell him to call the client. A few minutes later my heart nearly stopped- a man I had gone to school with once was standing in front of me, smiling. All I could say was ‘Oh my God!!!’ and I asked him if he knew it was me he had booked. He said that he did but the booking wasn’t for him-it was for his friend/employer, someone I fancied the pants off of while I was in college stuck in a relationship with a mutual friend. It had previously crossed my mind that he and his mates could find me as they threw the most lavish parties in town and escorts were always present. I just thought that if there was God they wouldn’t book me! I ran out to my agent, told him what had happened and he said I can leave if I wanted to. I didn’t. As my schoolmate took me upstairs to ‘meet the client’ I didn’t know whether to cry, run or laugh! I entered a dark bedroom; he was on the bed waiting for me. We kissed hello and started talking. All in all, the evening was really pleasant, I stayed longer than the intended hour and I found the sex really hot. However, I couldn’t fully relax knowing that he or the other guy might tell someone. I am still terrified. If he saw my profile on the net, how easy is it for others to do that and how many actually know what I do?
I’ve been trying to get my mind off that ever since but it’s not working.
Words of advice- weigh the pros and cons of the pictures of you on the net. For me privacy is more important than having a lot of work, I make enough from regulars anyway. I’ll be one of those professional pictures of a face not looking directly at the camera, can’t have that scenario happening again.
The Beginner’s Guide to Working Girl Life in London
Hi there to all you newcomers to the oldest profession. Welcome to a (usually) tax-free life of excitement, highs and lows I wouldn’t give up for the world. First, you should know that I am a fellow working girl as you have probably already guessed and was in your shoes just a few months ago. Recent graduate, completely penniless and living off my parents who are quite well-off, I thought it would be a breeze to find a well paying job in London that would keep me in my beloved Loubotins. However, 6 months into the job search without having been invited to a single interview my parents got fed up and closed the tap on my finances. I was left contemplating prostitution versus going home, tail between my legs, begging my Dad to let me work for him like the rest of his offspring. Needless to say I chose the former and hardly ever regret the decision I made.
I am Eastern European as many of my fellow co-workers, but have the distinct advantage of speaking Arabic as well as German and Russian which gives me a lot more work that the hundreds of others ex-Soviet girls out there. I should tell you now- don’t expect to be making thousands a month straight away unless you are Arabic or Indian or possibly speak the languages of those countries. Second, you really need to have a flat to do in-calls in as the life of a call girl is not all fabulous hotels and country retreats; you need to get hot and sweaty at your own place if you want to make the big bucks. And third, appearance is not everything- I know drop dead gorgeous working girls that have no clients whatsoever and barely ok looking resemblances of females who have no time to even go shopping between their appointments, it’s all about the fantasy you’re selling. As you are now a product, you’ll often be treated like one so I’ll be here to help you ease into the transition and let you know what you can expect.
From Curiosity to Decision
If you’re sitting there counting the last five pounds in coins that you have to last you the month let me tell you that there’s no buzz like getting paid for sex, or escort work and it can feel great. Having said that, if you think you can lay there, close your eyes and suffer through the bookings thinking it’s a necessary evil to pay your way through med school, think again. You have to genuinely enjoy sex and at best have flexible morals; this line of work does mess with your head from time to time, so you might want to reconsider waiting tables if you’re not ready to see the exciting side of escorting. I know you must be nervous and thinking you would have never thought this an option a few months ago, believe me, we’ve all been there. No one’s born a prostitute but the difference between those who get emotionally scarred for life from that one booking they had to those who enjoy the lifestyle or at lest find it a great solution to their monetary problems is huge- and lies in you ability to psych yourself into looking forward to the thrill! I do, every time.
How to actually become an escort once you’ve made that choice
Ok, so you decided you want to do it, have a few recent pictures that don’t make you hate yourself and are ready to take the next step. The first thing you need to do is find agents. It is ok to start with one agency, but most working girls usually need two or three agents to get the rent paid and have a good lifestyle. Search the agencies in your town, in London there are more than enough options, and look at their Galleries. Most of them use professional or semi-professional pictures and some require you to have your own pictures taken by a pro (roughly 200 pounds per session) but others are happy to send someone over to take your shots for free, my agency is one of those, as I had no spare cash lying around when I started. Another thing to look for is the price their ‘models’ charge, usually for new starters that’s 150 for incall and 200 for outcall and the agency takes 30 per cent from that fee for getting you the clients and providing some sort of security. You can’t honestly expect to charge 300 a pop straight away when you have no experience or regular clients- your bread and butter. Once you’ve chosen the agencies that you find suitable comes the actual application process, you need to send your details and in order to get a response, you need a few tips. Very few agencies are looking to hire inexperienced girls in the current economic climate, so you need to twist the truth. Be honest about your age, what services you’re willing to do, send real pictures, but when asked if you have any experience, you may find it easier to say you have been paid for it in the past, but privately by people you know or simply tell them you’ve been promiscuous enough for the clients not to notice the difference between you and a pro. Giving your real name is your choice, although I made a new email for contacting agencies and gave my working name alone.
DO NOT under any circumstance talk about sex; getting paid for sex through the agency, or address them as employer and not representative- they’ll think you’re a cop. What you do is legal, what they do- not exactly.
Once you apply, you might want to call them a few days in to check on your application as some agents don’t have the time to contact you straight away- better save that five pounds for a top-up then. If you’ve been invited to an interview you’re as good as in. Very basic preparation is needed for that. Do not dress slutty- they don’t want everyone knowing what you’re interviewing for and neither do you. Not too casual but not too smart and discrete is the way to do it. If in doubt, wear a pair of jeans, nice top and medium heels- no working girl will be caught dead in flats. Not too much make up- you don’t want to look like you’ve just come out of a club. The actual interview process is simple, you go through what is expected of you and what you can expect of them- read everything carefully before you sign anything and don’t push your boundaries about the things you’re willing to do, you’ll actually have to do them. At this stage if the agency seems trustworthy, you can give them your real name in case you’re worried about your security, I did. They’re not responsible for your tax, you’re self employed now and the legal thing to do is to disclose what you earn, you might want to say you’re a PA, the tax people won’t ask questions. The agency will arrange with you when you can have your pictures taken and from that moment on you’re an escort. Welcome to my world.
Baby Belles in Training
After your pictures have been put on the website it becomes a waiting game. Most of the agencies work with regulars who are quite keen on sampling the new girls and you’ll get recommended by your agent. On that note, you really must keep your agent happy, reply to their texts and be reliable; you depend on each other and are connected by that umbilical cord called a mobile phone. It could be a week or two before you get a booking, so plan your finances accordingly. To move things faster, I work in a duo with another girl from the agency who’s quite popular; to do that you should be either genuinely bisexual or a very very good and jaded actress. I had my first booking for a threesome before I had my pictures taken and it was better for me that way, my solo booking later involved far more nerves than that first one. In preparation, obviously shower, shave and pluck all- you need to be hairless from the neck down or at most leaving a little landing strip down there. Wear anything you think suitable and sexy and a long coat during the winter and a nice tasteful not too short dress during the summer. Nice underwear and fuck me heels are a must as are condoms, stockings (not fishnet) and a bottle of lube, the clients want to think they turn you on. Not too much make up and spray some light perfume on your hair only, it doesn’t taste nice on skin. All ready to go, get to the tube stop closest to the rendezvous place twenty minutes before the meeting, find it, get yourself together and walk through the hotel lobby as if you’re staying there, if you can’t locate the elevators get to the nearest hallway and look around to where others who come in are walking to and follow them. Once outside the door, text the agency that you’re there and make sure you look fabulous, knock at the door, apologize to keep them waiting even if you’re on time and say it’s lovely to meet them, smile, the adrenaline will get you through, I promise.
My first time, I met my fellow working girl for the duo booking after having been waiting for her for half an hour as I was early. I chatted the whole way to the hotel, really nervous and nearly backed out of it when she told me the client liked A-levels (that’s anal for you, not the subjects that got you that useless degree), a service I did not do. She assured me I can refuse anything I didn’t want to do, so I went in. The client looked ok, not the old saggy disgusting person I had in my imagination (most clients I have now are actually quite good looking). He and she talked about some things for a while, his job, her job and school, the inevitable weather report for the last few days while I was silent the whole time, horribly aware of the fact my mouth was really dry and too terrified by the situation to ask for a glass of water. He started kissing her, she kissed me and before I knew it we were all in bed together, and my anxiety gave way to my curiosity and the fact that I was a little turned on. She went down on me, I went down on him, I had ten-minute sex with him and she had fifteen minute sex with him, all within three hours with breaks to chat, just lay there and have a drink. He came three times; I walked away with 400 quid in euphoria! No A-levels took place; most of the clients are embarrassed to ask for non-conventional non-straight suck and fuck unless you suggest it, in which case they jump right in. I strongly recommend doing that as that’s how you get regulars, but stay within your comfort zone and give it some time, this is just the beginning.
The next day I woke up in my bed, not feeling the guilt that I expected, but feeling rather pleased with myself and to my horror a little relieved. As I know now, that’s quite common.
A few weeks in
After the initial buzz of my first booking was wearing off, I became a little scared that I’ll never make rent as I had no other customers for that week and was running out of cash fast; that my loved ones or worse, enemies would come across the profile and tell everyone and that I’m now a ho and condemned to life in shame. That lasted till my second appointment, another duo with the same girl with a nice British gentleman who to my horror used the same cologne as my father and had a moustache just like him. Somehow psyched myself out, but haven’t been asked for a repeat performance; clients are like dogs, they smell the fear and anxiety. Still, happy with the cash that I made, I decided not to let something like that make my confidence plummet and over the next couple of weeks I made regular meetings with a client that I had who had somehow become my regular now. As I had no other bookings (comments on the profile or to the agent are vital), I spent days at a time with that client who paid my rent and my bills, whisked me off abroad for a weekend, and has been flying the thousands of miles from Dubai where he lives to see me every Friday staying till Sunday keeping me in Italian shoes, buying me a Gucci bag and a watch, a return first class ticket to go and see my family, but have had to break it off recently as I gave him my number and now he thinks he’s my boyfriend and insists I quit. Like hell I will.
My first incall was the next big thing in my working girl career. I had a flatmate at the time who had no idea what I do but sent her out under false pretences for 2 hours so I can make the incall. Again, it was a duo booking, so really nothing that different. The next one though was my first solo incall and I was shaking with nerves, getting ready with the other girl I work with leaves me no time to fret about things. I was ready well in advance of the meeting (shower and shave every day when you wake up and you’ll just have to do the hair and make up bit before they come). I peaked out of the window and saw him approaching-he was HOTTTTTT! A year younger than me really fit, really cute and confident- I would date him if I met him in different circumstances, but I now know I can’t do that. Please note: you’ll meet many customers who want you for themselves; they will ask you to quit, marry them, have sex without a condom, etc. Don’t do it and really think before you give someone your number, don’t get too greedy, the agency will know if you’re getting paid on the side and won’t send you many clients.
If things are getting slow, it might be time to look for another agency as well as your current one, many girls do that, don’t lie to your agent and ask them to recommend some, most won’t mind and I can tell my agent anything, I absolutely love him. This leads me to the next point.
It’s not all fun and games
At least once in your experience as a working girl, you will get scared, hurt or booked by a really gruesome client. Unless you’re extremely lucky, this will happen and it will happen within the first six months. For me, it’s happened a couple of times, only once when it made me consider whether I should be doing this. It was an outcall to his house. I met the guy on the internet while I was looking for a legit job and came across an ad for a man who wanted to meet someone and possibly pay them for sex. I stayed in touch and a month into my new job I told him what I do and asked him to book me through the agency if he wanted to see me. He told me that he was into feet, so I made sure I had a pedicure and I went to the address. Everything started fine; he was young, successful, attractive and funny. We laughed and got down to business; he wanted to play with my feet and wasn’t interested in sex. An hour in, he started handling my feet a little more rough as he was getting excited and scratched them really hard- I pulled away but he grabbed me and slapped me before locking the door. I froze up, had no idea what to do while he tried to get to my feet again. I kicked him and threatened to call the police or the agency and that’s when he let me go. Very shaken up, I called my agent and told him what had happened so he can make sure not to send anyone there. He stayed on the phone with me for ages to make sure that I was ok and got home safe. He’s great, really.
Things like that will happen, but nothing really worse than that. You just have to make sure you don’t panic and remember that your agent will phone you if you haven’t texted him after the appointment. You’re expected to stay there 15 extra minutes so the client doesn’t think you’re a clock-watcher: the biggest insult in this line of work.
Another incident includes a client who clearly hadn’t showered after a number two, so I asked him to do just that so he wouldn’t leave skid marks on my sheets- I am clean and expect the same of my clients, don’t hesitate to ask them to do that, they have to give you the respect you give them.
As far as unattractive punters are concerned, I’ve only had one. You can’t expect to open the door to a Brad Pitt look-alike every time, but I wasn’t prepared for one of my bookings. It was last week actually and was for me and another girl from the same agency for two friends staying in adjoining rooms. He opened the door and all I could think was that he had bigger boobs than me and possibly more and longer hair. However, I did remember that I am there for work and five minutes in, we were sitting, sipping jack and cokes and laughing about his and his friend’s double Ds. I had fun and they tipped like Arabic royalties (which they are as I later found out).
I hope I haven’t turned you off the job, as I also have many really fabulous clients who shower me with gifts and tips, sometimes equal or higher than the fee I charge. I also have more than one client I would have happily done it for free with- that fit young man, a client who just wants to kiss me everywhere-mostly down there and watch me come, a client who’s always really up for doing whatever I want and to tell the truth, I miss the sex if I have slow days. So basically, this is the job for me at the moment. I hope I have been helpful in helping you make a decision and take your first steps into escorting. I leave you to enjoy the fruits of your labor, stay safe and have fun- the summer sales are on!
I am Eastern European as many of my fellow co-workers, but have the distinct advantage of speaking Arabic as well as German and Russian which gives me a lot more work that the hundreds of others ex-Soviet girls out there. I should tell you now- don’t expect to be making thousands a month straight away unless you are Arabic or Indian or possibly speak the languages of those countries. Second, you really need to have a flat to do in-calls in as the life of a call girl is not all fabulous hotels and country retreats; you need to get hot and sweaty at your own place if you want to make the big bucks. And third, appearance is not everything- I know drop dead gorgeous working girls that have no clients whatsoever and barely ok looking resemblances of females who have no time to even go shopping between their appointments, it’s all about the fantasy you’re selling. As you are now a product, you’ll often be treated like one so I’ll be here to help you ease into the transition and let you know what you can expect.
From Curiosity to Decision
If you’re sitting there counting the last five pounds in coins that you have to last you the month let me tell you that there’s no buzz like getting paid for sex, or escort work and it can feel great. Having said that, if you think you can lay there, close your eyes and suffer through the bookings thinking it’s a necessary evil to pay your way through med school, think again. You have to genuinely enjoy sex and at best have flexible morals; this line of work does mess with your head from time to time, so you might want to reconsider waiting tables if you’re not ready to see the exciting side of escorting. I know you must be nervous and thinking you would have never thought this an option a few months ago, believe me, we’ve all been there. No one’s born a prostitute but the difference between those who get emotionally scarred for life from that one booking they had to those who enjoy the lifestyle or at lest find it a great solution to their monetary problems is huge- and lies in you ability to psych yourself into looking forward to the thrill! I do, every time.
How to actually become an escort once you’ve made that choice
Ok, so you decided you want to do it, have a few recent pictures that don’t make you hate yourself and are ready to take the next step. The first thing you need to do is find agents. It is ok to start with one agency, but most working girls usually need two or three agents to get the rent paid and have a good lifestyle. Search the agencies in your town, in London there are more than enough options, and look at their Galleries. Most of them use professional or semi-professional pictures and some require you to have your own pictures taken by a pro (roughly 200 pounds per session) but others are happy to send someone over to take your shots for free, my agency is one of those, as I had no spare cash lying around when I started. Another thing to look for is the price their ‘models’ charge, usually for new starters that’s 150 for incall and 200 for outcall and the agency takes 30 per cent from that fee for getting you the clients and providing some sort of security. You can’t honestly expect to charge 300 a pop straight away when you have no experience or regular clients- your bread and butter. Once you’ve chosen the agencies that you find suitable comes the actual application process, you need to send your details and in order to get a response, you need a few tips. Very few agencies are looking to hire inexperienced girls in the current economic climate, so you need to twist the truth. Be honest about your age, what services you’re willing to do, send real pictures, but when asked if you have any experience, you may find it easier to say you have been paid for it in the past, but privately by people you know or simply tell them you’ve been promiscuous enough for the clients not to notice the difference between you and a pro. Giving your real name is your choice, although I made a new email for contacting agencies and gave my working name alone.
DO NOT under any circumstance talk about sex; getting paid for sex through the agency, or address them as employer and not representative- they’ll think you’re a cop. What you do is legal, what they do- not exactly.
Once you apply, you might want to call them a few days in to check on your application as some agents don’t have the time to contact you straight away- better save that five pounds for a top-up then. If you’ve been invited to an interview you’re as good as in. Very basic preparation is needed for that. Do not dress slutty- they don’t want everyone knowing what you’re interviewing for and neither do you. Not too casual but not too smart and discrete is the way to do it. If in doubt, wear a pair of jeans, nice top and medium heels- no working girl will be caught dead in flats. Not too much make up- you don’t want to look like you’ve just come out of a club. The actual interview process is simple, you go through what is expected of you and what you can expect of them- read everything carefully before you sign anything and don’t push your boundaries about the things you’re willing to do, you’ll actually have to do them. At this stage if the agency seems trustworthy, you can give them your real name in case you’re worried about your security, I did. They’re not responsible for your tax, you’re self employed now and the legal thing to do is to disclose what you earn, you might want to say you’re a PA, the tax people won’t ask questions. The agency will arrange with you when you can have your pictures taken and from that moment on you’re an escort. Welcome to my world.
Baby Belles in Training
After your pictures have been put on the website it becomes a waiting game. Most of the agencies work with regulars who are quite keen on sampling the new girls and you’ll get recommended by your agent. On that note, you really must keep your agent happy, reply to their texts and be reliable; you depend on each other and are connected by that umbilical cord called a mobile phone. It could be a week or two before you get a booking, so plan your finances accordingly. To move things faster, I work in a duo with another girl from the agency who’s quite popular; to do that you should be either genuinely bisexual or a very very good and jaded actress. I had my first booking for a threesome before I had my pictures taken and it was better for me that way, my solo booking later involved far more nerves than that first one. In preparation, obviously shower, shave and pluck all- you need to be hairless from the neck down or at most leaving a little landing strip down there. Wear anything you think suitable and sexy and a long coat during the winter and a nice tasteful not too short dress during the summer. Nice underwear and fuck me heels are a must as are condoms, stockings (not fishnet) and a bottle of lube, the clients want to think they turn you on. Not too much make up and spray some light perfume on your hair only, it doesn’t taste nice on skin. All ready to go, get to the tube stop closest to the rendezvous place twenty minutes before the meeting, find it, get yourself together and walk through the hotel lobby as if you’re staying there, if you can’t locate the elevators get to the nearest hallway and look around to where others who come in are walking to and follow them. Once outside the door, text the agency that you’re there and make sure you look fabulous, knock at the door, apologize to keep them waiting even if you’re on time and say it’s lovely to meet them, smile, the adrenaline will get you through, I promise.
My first time, I met my fellow working girl for the duo booking after having been waiting for her for half an hour as I was early. I chatted the whole way to the hotel, really nervous and nearly backed out of it when she told me the client liked A-levels (that’s anal for you, not the subjects that got you that useless degree), a service I did not do. She assured me I can refuse anything I didn’t want to do, so I went in. The client looked ok, not the old saggy disgusting person I had in my imagination (most clients I have now are actually quite good looking). He and she talked about some things for a while, his job, her job and school, the inevitable weather report for the last few days while I was silent the whole time, horribly aware of the fact my mouth was really dry and too terrified by the situation to ask for a glass of water. He started kissing her, she kissed me and before I knew it we were all in bed together, and my anxiety gave way to my curiosity and the fact that I was a little turned on. She went down on me, I went down on him, I had ten-minute sex with him and she had fifteen minute sex with him, all within three hours with breaks to chat, just lay there and have a drink. He came three times; I walked away with 400 quid in euphoria! No A-levels took place; most of the clients are embarrassed to ask for non-conventional non-straight suck and fuck unless you suggest it, in which case they jump right in. I strongly recommend doing that as that’s how you get regulars, but stay within your comfort zone and give it some time, this is just the beginning.
The next day I woke up in my bed, not feeling the guilt that I expected, but feeling rather pleased with myself and to my horror a little relieved. As I know now, that’s quite common.
A few weeks in
After the initial buzz of my first booking was wearing off, I became a little scared that I’ll never make rent as I had no other customers for that week and was running out of cash fast; that my loved ones or worse, enemies would come across the profile and tell everyone and that I’m now a ho and condemned to life in shame. That lasted till my second appointment, another duo with the same girl with a nice British gentleman who to my horror used the same cologne as my father and had a moustache just like him. Somehow psyched myself out, but haven’t been asked for a repeat performance; clients are like dogs, they smell the fear and anxiety. Still, happy with the cash that I made, I decided not to let something like that make my confidence plummet and over the next couple of weeks I made regular meetings with a client that I had who had somehow become my regular now. As I had no other bookings (comments on the profile or to the agent are vital), I spent days at a time with that client who paid my rent and my bills, whisked me off abroad for a weekend, and has been flying the thousands of miles from Dubai where he lives to see me every Friday staying till Sunday keeping me in Italian shoes, buying me a Gucci bag and a watch, a return first class ticket to go and see my family, but have had to break it off recently as I gave him my number and now he thinks he’s my boyfriend and insists I quit. Like hell I will.
My first incall was the next big thing in my working girl career. I had a flatmate at the time who had no idea what I do but sent her out under false pretences for 2 hours so I can make the incall. Again, it was a duo booking, so really nothing that different. The next one though was my first solo incall and I was shaking with nerves, getting ready with the other girl I work with leaves me no time to fret about things. I was ready well in advance of the meeting (shower and shave every day when you wake up and you’ll just have to do the hair and make up bit before they come). I peaked out of the window and saw him approaching-he was HOTTTTTT! A year younger than me really fit, really cute and confident- I would date him if I met him in different circumstances, but I now know I can’t do that. Please note: you’ll meet many customers who want you for themselves; they will ask you to quit, marry them, have sex without a condom, etc. Don’t do it and really think before you give someone your number, don’t get too greedy, the agency will know if you’re getting paid on the side and won’t send you many clients.
If things are getting slow, it might be time to look for another agency as well as your current one, many girls do that, don’t lie to your agent and ask them to recommend some, most won’t mind and I can tell my agent anything, I absolutely love him. This leads me to the next point.
It’s not all fun and games
At least once in your experience as a working girl, you will get scared, hurt or booked by a really gruesome client. Unless you’re extremely lucky, this will happen and it will happen within the first six months. For me, it’s happened a couple of times, only once when it made me consider whether I should be doing this. It was an outcall to his house. I met the guy on the internet while I was looking for a legit job and came across an ad for a man who wanted to meet someone and possibly pay them for sex. I stayed in touch and a month into my new job I told him what I do and asked him to book me through the agency if he wanted to see me. He told me that he was into feet, so I made sure I had a pedicure and I went to the address. Everything started fine; he was young, successful, attractive and funny. We laughed and got down to business; he wanted to play with my feet and wasn’t interested in sex. An hour in, he started handling my feet a little more rough as he was getting excited and scratched them really hard- I pulled away but he grabbed me and slapped me before locking the door. I froze up, had no idea what to do while he tried to get to my feet again. I kicked him and threatened to call the police or the agency and that’s when he let me go. Very shaken up, I called my agent and told him what had happened so he can make sure not to send anyone there. He stayed on the phone with me for ages to make sure that I was ok and got home safe. He’s great, really.
Things like that will happen, but nothing really worse than that. You just have to make sure you don’t panic and remember that your agent will phone you if you haven’t texted him after the appointment. You’re expected to stay there 15 extra minutes so the client doesn’t think you’re a clock-watcher: the biggest insult in this line of work.
Another incident includes a client who clearly hadn’t showered after a number two, so I asked him to do just that so he wouldn’t leave skid marks on my sheets- I am clean and expect the same of my clients, don’t hesitate to ask them to do that, they have to give you the respect you give them.
As far as unattractive punters are concerned, I’ve only had one. You can’t expect to open the door to a Brad Pitt look-alike every time, but I wasn’t prepared for one of my bookings. It was last week actually and was for me and another girl from the same agency for two friends staying in adjoining rooms. He opened the door and all I could think was that he had bigger boobs than me and possibly more and longer hair. However, I did remember that I am there for work and five minutes in, we were sitting, sipping jack and cokes and laughing about his and his friend’s double Ds. I had fun and they tipped like Arabic royalties (which they are as I later found out).
I hope I haven’t turned you off the job, as I also have many really fabulous clients who shower me with gifts and tips, sometimes equal or higher than the fee I charge. I also have more than one client I would have happily done it for free with- that fit young man, a client who just wants to kiss me everywhere-mostly down there and watch me come, a client who’s always really up for doing whatever I want and to tell the truth, I miss the sex if I have slow days. So basically, this is the job for me at the moment. I hope I have been helpful in helping you make a decision and take your first steps into escorting. I leave you to enjoy the fruits of your labor, stay safe and have fun- the summer sales are on!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)