Since my 1st foray into selling myself for sex or being a prostitute or escort call it what you like I didn’t mind the money was coming in I was meeting men for sex every weekend I was getting wined and dined and fucked it was a dream come true.
I was getting regular booking and getting repeat clients so must be doing something right which was a good thing as lost my job due to cutbacks and after applying for countless jobs I was getting nowhere.
I was still able to escort at the weekends there was not much of a need to during the week, the money was paying my weekly out goings and still manage to save enough for a rainy day.
I still needed a job and sex sells I even though about walking the streets but that was dismissed within seconds the next thought was gentlemen's clubs, massage parlours but how to go about it in came the internet and after time spent finding out about these places was time to make contact. What surprised me was amount of these places so had a few to choose from
I didn’t think it would be that hard, but I found myself near to the places and stopping and thinking more hesitant and to be honest I had a lot of should 1 or shouldn’t I moments and a few aborted trips. I had picked places away from where I was living on purpose but within easy reach.
I took the easy was out and started to phone the places and got a few rejections, but I did get asked to come along for an interview as they called it.
I went for the interviews and one place I rejected it didn’t feel right was it me being choosy yes it was if I didn’t feel safe then forget it. If this didn’t work out was back to the job hunting.
I went along to another interview this was different when I got to the door, I was buzzed in first it was secure entry which was a positive and was met by a woman who owned and ran the place. We chatted for quite some time then she hit me with the question “Why do you want to work here” so I told her the truth which she had heard before. She told me about the fees and how things work and to go away and think about it, which I did.
I did give it serious though and after discussing with my friend the pros and cons I phoned and said I would be interested. I went back and went through the formalities she thought I was to posh and didn’t expect me to call back. So, she marketed me as the posh tart and then she told me that the weekends were the busiest, but these were already full and had Mondays to Thursday and possible Friday nights. This suited me perfect so I was agreed that I would do 3 shifts a week to start either afternoons or evenings. She gave me an in-depth tour where the panic buttons were and other information I would need.
My first shift was uneventful spent a lot of time chatting with the only other woman working who was married we got on ok she was an old hand at this and gave me a few pointers what to expect and what to avoid.
What would happen when a customer came through the door, they would be greeted by the host in a separate are and only then when she was satisfied would she let them though her golden rule was no drunks and the clients had to be presentable.
The first customer through the door was quite young and when he can through, he was introduced to both of us, and he had been before and the woman I was with was picked which didn’t upset me got the impression he had met her before.
My turn came soon enough the owner came through with an elderly gent in his 60’s I thought just my luck. As I was the only one, he picked me and off to one of the rooms.
My first client and after agreeing the price he was soon naked and hard and his cock was quite large and I didn’t waste any time the condom was soon on him and he fucked me from behind and that was it, a quick fuck and over.
Doing the afternoon shift into the early evening the clients were mainly officer workers on their way home to their wife's the wedding ring a big giveaway.
Over time I started seeing the same men repeatedly which didn’t bother me it was better no chat and the sex over and done with quicker so more clients.
What I charged was dependant on what they wanted and as I had been introduced as the posh tart it excited a lot of them and that I would do full sex oral and anal and one client all he wanted was to chat while I wanked him off.
I did this for quite a few months and then it went to doing it occasionally as I had managed to get a full-time job which paid good money so I didn’t need to work in a brothel, but I carried on with the escort work at the weekends, but the number of clients was trimmed down.
I know some readers won't like this or agree with what I did but when the chips are down it was something I was prepared to do and have never had any regrets.
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