Drugs - A downward spiral

Since I am fully recovered, I'd like to talk about those horrendous days of my drug abuse. My nightmare began when George, a sex client of mine, told me he was HIV positive. Six months later he was dead.

I returned to my parent's home a completely changed person. I started to smoke and drink. I cut my hair and dyed it red, and began to tune out from the changing world.

Most of my friends just drank - but the people in the sex industry were heavily into drugs. I soon fell into that trap, and began a downward spiral.

I soon began to accept sex clients at my house, and was soon earning about 4,000 a week. However, the extra income only increased the amount of drugs that I took. Instead of just popping pills, I advanced to cocaine and heroin.

Long gone was the innocent girl. Prostitution turned into wild sex orgies with piles of drugs.

Even though I was taking drugs heavily, I was surprised at how I could continue being a prostitute, keep a level head on the job, and still party my ass off. However, soon, some of my close friends left. I had to move out of my apartment, because I soon blew the $25,000 that I had saved. Drugs had now taken control of my life.

My mother found out about my drug abuse and checked me in to a drug rehabilitation clinic. She wanted nothing more than for me to just stay with her, but told me I would first have to endure the treatment.

After three months of rehab, I was released. I looked my mom straight in the eyes, and I told her I was clean. We hugged each other and cried our eyes out.

To be continued...

Rules and Regulations of an Escort Service

You are taught from the beginning not to ever mention, or give the name of a clients. We always talked about them by their registration number, or a nickname they liked to use.

Outing a client was a cardinal sin. If you ever exposed the name of a client, it could destroy an entire business. Word moves quickly on the streets, and other clients would shy away, fearing their names would be mentioned next. Not to mention that some clients would then anonymously report the agency to the police.

If a man ever slapped us, or tried to rough us up, we only had to mention it to our security staff that was always on call. They would take matters into their own hands, and once beat a man so badly that he required one week in the hospital. Fortunately, the man never mentioned who beat him, out of fear his wife would find out that he was with a prostitute.

It’s rather funny that people look at the Governor Spitzer story, and think it’s an isolated issue. Or, that it’s only politicians who like to pay for sex. This was only a story of high-end sex. All men think with their penises and if they can’t afford a top of the line escort service like ours, they’ll search for cheaper services all the way down to street hookers, or those who give oral sex in public toilets.

As long as an escort service provides quality service, there is little chance of repercussions with the police. That’s because law enforcement doesn’t have the resources to follow people to hotel rooms, or their homes. It’s much easier for them to just pick up a streetwalker who is trying to solicit sex.

Also, escort service prostitution is looked at as a victimless crime. Pimps are busting women’s lips and heads open, and crack head women aren’t shaking down innocent businessmen.

Another side that is never mentioned is that most escort services (high end) mostly deal with white and Asian women. When people are looking for black women, they are usually African women who are illegally in the country from Nigeria. Since most of the escorts are white, most police will turn a blind eye to their activities. It’s not to sound racist; it’s only to state a fact about the society we live in.

To be continued…

Pregnant

My oldest brother and I were both sexually molested by our father. Although others in our family knew about the abuse, no one protected us. I don't want to cry my entire life; what happened, happened.

Eventually one of my clients' got me pregnant. He promised that he wanted to marry me. I was gullible enough to believe him, but during my second month of pregnancy, he told me that he changed his mind (I wonder if his marriage had anything to do with it).

There was never any doubt after he told me, that I would eventually have an abortion. Before I did, I called the would-be father on the phone, and told him that I would have the abortion. He said, "You know, I think it's the best for both of us that you're doing this." Then, he gave me a spiel about how brave I was for doing it.

Before the end of the conversation, I told him that after I had the abortion, I would demand to have the fetus to give it a proper burial. Then, instead of burying it, I would call his wife when he was at work, and tell her that he left something at my house a few weeks ago, and then drive over, and give her the fetus in a garbage bag. I really wanted to do that, but I know in the end, I wouldn't, but I had him sweating for weeks. He even cried on several occasions, begging me not to do that to him. What an asshole. To be continued...

Confessions - Part 2

The men came in all shapes and sizes. Their personalities and reasons for being there, were just as varied. Most of the clients were men who cheated on their wives. Some were single men who were intrigued with the idea of bedding a prostitute. Others were a mixture of unattractive men, men who wanted to feel powerful, and some who made their stop a business function, and brought their business clients.

Many of the girls I worked with used a special crème that would deaden the sensations caused by sex. I also used it as often as possible. I always made it a habit to fake orgasms at the same time I knew the man was ready to climax. I would sometimes bite down on my tongue to prevent laughing. The men would always get so worked up, and would actually believe they had generated such a huge orgasm out of me. Naturally, they would always leave a bigger tip, and would be sure to ask for me by name when they returned.

My biggest problem of being a prostitute was it took me a long time to have a normal relationship with a man. Emotionally, I didn’t have the same feeling towards sex afterwards. I also didn’t like the fact that I was offering my body for free, when I knew I could just get more than a free meal, or movie out of the deal.

My parents thought I was working at a restaurant. I had to hide most of the money, because they never would have believed that a restaurant was paying a waitress that much money. Nor, would they buy the story of rich men leaving these big of tips after having a steak dinner. So, my extra money was carefully hidden in the house, and I even set up my own bank account.

Even though the money was great, I knew that this would eventually come to an end. Of course I had to go on family vacations, and felt very uncomfortable around older men. I saw all of them as customers, and I recognized the look they were giving me. It was the same look that my clients gave me. It was a look of complete lust.

I also worried about AIDS, and becoming HIV positive. I knew it was only a matter of time before a condom moved the wrong way, or I picked it up some other way. I did pick up other STD’s early on when I just started. A few pills, and sometimes a shot, or two, and I’d be back to work.

To be continued...

A New Beginning

My principle resolution in 2008 is transparency. Not only am I expecting it from friends and family, but I expect it from myself.

My closer friends know about some of my challenging past. It's not one that I am necessarily proud of, but it is mine, nonetheless.

After watching what is happening with Governor Spitzer, and the call girl involved, I thought I would start a blog that deals with the facts involving escort services, and the women involved.

My story is a long one, and I'll tell it in parts. Hopefully, my story is inspirational to other young girls (or, guys) who find themselves in a similar situation. Also, I hope it gives parents and friends some insight if they know of a family member, or friend who has gone through the same.

Confessions - Part 1

A successful business owner, remembers how she answered a small ad, and was hooked on a job that paid off her loans.

Even when I confessed to it, could my family believe that I once worked as a part time escort. It’s not something I wanted to do, or was proud of, but it is also an important part of my past.

What began as a way to pay off some needed bills, finally got out of hand.

My parents assisted me as much as they could, but I owed nearly $18,000 on credit card bills, and another $3,000 on a private loan. At that time, I only saw debt as part of my future.

While I scoured the want ads, I came across an enticing ad, “seeking beautiful girls needed for escort service”. As naive as I was, I assured myself that this kind of work meant that I would go on dates with successful businesspeople. I arranged for an interview.

I went to a five-bedroom ranch house; about 100 yards back from the road in a lazy, quiet street. It looked immaculate, the same as the other houses on this road. This house looked like the family home of any wealthy people.

However, I was quickly brought back down to earth. “Occasionally, you clients will only request that you accompany them on social engagements as if you were their dates, but most of them are looking for sex,” she said. I was asked if I could work that evening, but before I could answer, she began talking about my payment.

New girls made $500 an hour for massage and sex. If men requested any kind of kinky sex, such as anal, S & M, bondage, golden showers, etc., we could charge extra. It was normal to charge an extra $100 an hour for such activities.

I had sex with four men on my first night. Every man was required to wear a condom, so I didn’t feel as dirty. However, at the end of my shift, I began feeling filthy and shameful for what I had done.

I never thought I would do that again, but when the owner paid me in cash before I left for the night, I was already hooked. I had never had so much money in my hands at any time in my life. I immediately started knocking out the credit card bills that I owed, and I was back to work the next evening.

My initial plan was to work for two weeks. I knew that my bills would be almost paid off, and that would be the end of that. However, the more I had sex, the more addictive it became. I would keep over $5,000 worth of wads of cash in my desk drawer. I felt powerful!

In an odd way, I began enjoying my new job. After work, I would often go out with some of the other girls who worked at the house. We naturally talked about the business, our ambitions in life, and how we got into the situation we were in.

After a few weeks, I began to have regulars. All would tell me about how lousy sex was with their wives, and how I made them feel not only sexually fulfilled, but psychologically, too.

For the first time in my life, I was in full control. I would seduce each man more, and I would tell them that I was making less than I was. They felt sorry for me, and always gave me a huge tip before they left.

To be continued...