Most of our exposure to an escort's life is through one of the dozen crime investigation shows on television.Usually they're being killed as part of some psychopath's serial killing rampage and we never get a chance to ask them any questions. NOT YOUR TYPICAL PANDA EXPRESS It's been a long time since I did 'massage work', and I only did it for a few months.We chatted as I showered him, he had kids, I'm pretty sure he had a wife too but maybe divorced, ex-army. We went into one of the rooms and started the massage.
Luckily we both found it kinda funny and ignored it. CHAZZ REINHOLD MEETS HIS FEMALE IMITATOR First day... He didn't want his family to know he was gay till after the will was read and followed out.
He went for another shower and I looked in the mirror, all of my eye make-up had completely run down my face. Four months later I went with the same guy to Thanksgiving Dinner and picked a fight after pie about how all he cared about was his stupid job and we "broke up." I never slept with my clients so I didn't make as much as some of the other girls.
I found a job on Craigslist looking for women with an interest in massage, cash paid daily, no experience required. Anyway, a few months in I figured out that a hand job basically doubled my income. I became really popular & the boss said he'd never seen someone earn money like I did. It's sort of like I just have seven part time, low maintenance boyfriends really. This experience hasn't been traumatic for me at all. PIMP TURNED REHABILITATOR I replied to an ad on craigslist looking for sex for money.
I got to keep my tips and split the hourly rate 60/40 with the boss. I saw C list celebrities, super rich old dudes, athletes, everyone. He came to see me and was like "don't come in tomorrow and tell no one I told you". A girlfriend of mine and I worked together for a while, splitting hotel rooms and stuff. I work part time at a real job that I like; I'm in school full time. I live beneath my means and still have stacks of cash from the Jack shack days. It's helped with my negotiating skills, it's made me more comfortable around people, and it's made me sharper and more aware. I was 19, and going thru a real self hating phase and was engaging in tons of high risk behavior (drugs).
Today, we get our second special opportunity to hear from actual escorts when Reddit users ask about their first day of work. I was young, the place was brand new and it was the opening day.
I turned up early and only one guy came that day, it was also his first time, which made it a lot easier, we were both pretty nervous but that seemed to comfort him.
I think he and I both knew I wasn't done with the drugs yet, but he didn't want to enable me. I got clean (currently six years clean) and continued to be an escort, until I met my husband (married almost three years).
I was too young and addicted to see the favor he was trying to do for me, so I ended up going independent. Sometimes I miss it, but the happiness I've found in being loved for more than my sexual appeal outweighs any desire to go back to the lifestyle. WHEN DESPERATION MEETS TINDER I was on Tinder a few months ago, and this guy and I had been casually chatting. He told me how he hadn't dated in a while and was feeling bummed about his sister's upcoming wedding (he wasn't married, she was younger, etc).
It's been two years since then, and he's still a regular of mine.