Saturday, August 8, 2009

Deciding to become an Escort.

I have to admit that becoming an escort came about at a time when I would have been at my absolute lowest. My partner was a control freak and was constantly harassing me about how I should sell my behind. He used to tell me that I was sitting on a gold mine. His tone of voice was not the best so I knew that whatever he said was said with sarcasm in mind. I found out later that he was having an affair with an escort from another town who was hell bent determined to take what she wanted which was him. She succeeded in the end and although I was very miserable in the beginning and very unhappy I came to realise that this transition in my life was by far going to be the most positive and beneficial move I had made in a long time.

My first experience in the industry was at a local club that was classed as the top one in my town, Femme Fatales. What a scary experience it was going from the comforts of a regular relationship to having sex with every man bar the kitchen sink. I didn't cope very well that first week. In fact I really resented being there. I was very conservative in the way I dressed and I guess due to my low self esteem I didn't like to be seen in my underwear. In fact I was very self conscious of my body even though I had a very nice figure and I was attractive. I was way out of my comfort zone.

In time I got used to it and i ended up escaping to Wellington to get as far away as I could from the ex and it was kinda nice actually because I was able to take control of my life for the first time in such a long time. I was attracting some really respectful clients who made me feel like a princess and I was enjoying being treated really nice for once. Some of the guys who booked my time and indulged in my services were very attractive, intelligent and just genuinely down to earth men who were there to pamper me as I was expected to do to them.

That was three years ago. For the last twelve months I have been working in the private sector and I believe that i prefer the level of clientele compared to the parlour scene. I started to realise that in parlours the majority of clientele would visit at a time when all the pubs were closed, therefore most would be more than likely intoxicated. In some cases these guys would be lets say pretty drunk to say the least. Over the two years that I worked in parlours I have to say that I experienced some very touch and go type situations which ended up leading me to try out the private sector. To which now I find this to be more suited to my personality and use of time.

I enjoyed the fact that I was not restricted to time and having to be stuck within the confinement of four walls of a club. I was happy to be able to utilise my time better now in between clients doing more constructive things rather than waiting patiently for the never never to turn up. The other aspect of not enjoying the parlour scene was the constant cattiness and bickering in amongst the ladies. The superficiality of what most of the regular ladies portrayed at each individual establishment that seemed to scare off the newbies. Breaking into that circle was very difficult. I found it was far easier to work in peace alone. Private became more suitable for me and I have stuck with it ever since.

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