6) It’s been a long time since I did ‘massage work’, and I only did it for a few months. 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.
We chatted as I showered him, he had kids, I’m pretty sure he had a wife too but maybe divorced, ex-army. He was really nice. We went into one of the rooms and started the massage. It was height of summer and it turned out the windows were broken in the room I was in and because we’d only just opened – no fans. It was alright at first, bit of warmth, but then once we started getting into other stuff we were both getting so hot and sticky.
We finished off and we were both dripping with sweat, it was pretty grim. Luckily we both found it kinda funny and ignored it. He went for another shower and I looked in the mirror, all of my eye make-up had completely run down my face. He basically fucked a panda.
5) I was an escort when I lived outside Reno, NV for about 7 months not long ago. First day working I was really, really nervous. I saw a brief profile of my client (62, married, male, financial consultant) and at first I didn’t think that I would be able to relate to him or talk to him without being genuine.
I show up at the casino where we were supposed to stay and he had set me up with my own room with flowers, a dress, and a beautiful necklace waiting for me. I was so surprised because I thought I was expected to stay with him and be “that kind of entertainment.” However, once we got ready and started our date, I was very relieved and truly enjoyed myself with him.
He was a true gentleman that was charismatic, pretty handsome, chivalrous, funny, and we both shared quite a lot of interests. We went out gambling, dancing, and drinking. The next day he paid for mud baths/day spa treatment and hiking. Turns out he just wanted to go out on an extended date with someone “refreshing” (wife was boring apparently) and not have sex; I was lucky and received the perfect first client. Oh, I was paid very well for my time and got to keep the dress and necklace too.
4) It was a fun experience, great money, free travel sometimes, was able to meet many different kinds of men, and it helped me become more assertive. I would love to be an escort again, but I am in a new city and still feeling things out.
I put my ad up on a website. He replied. We set up a meeting, he paid for the room and got there first. I was so nervous. I imagined being arrested for prostitution, my picture in the paper. What would my family say? I imagined being choked to death, unable to scream. So many horrible thoughts. I regretted this. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is horrible, karma is going to get me.
When he opened the door, he had this welcoming, warm smile. We began making out. And really all that happened after that was 45 minutes of being eaten out and less than one minute of sex at the end that I wished would have lasted longer. He offered extra money at the end.
I absolutely was expecting to feel degraded and used at the end of this. Instead, I felt like I had just been worshiped. We kept in touch for three years afterward. On the drive home, I said to myself, “and to think I’ve been doing this for free all this time.”
