How I started escorting - Part 1

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Well what a bloody windy day in London.  The doors inside my home are rattling back and forth!

I was thinking today about how I got into the world of escorting.  Mine may be a similar story to many, but feels unique to me in my little world. LOL.

I'd not long moved property and had finished university a few months beforehand.  I was unemployed at the time living off the last crumbs of my student loan.  I needed to raise money to decorate, furnish and put flooring in my new place.  I was staying with my mum and it was becoming intolerable.

The local newspaper, I believe it to be either the Newshopper or the Mercury came through the door.  I was scanning it as usual for jobs (back then you could find the odd decent job, believe it or not!).  I began looking in the classified section and at the back of the paper were the X-rated advertisements.  A few of the ad's were agencies recruiting escorts, so I did a bit of research online and called a few.

I paid Platinum Select Escorts online about £25 back then to register in their database of escorts.  What a load of bollocks that was as I never heard from them again.  Apparently they're running this scam on men now but asking for more than 10x what I paid back then.

I remember visiting a house in Streatham, completing forms, speaking with two girls that ran the show.  My friend came with me and registered too, we heard nothing more.  Apparently the fee was £150ph of which the agency took £50.

Another meeting was with a woman inside McDonalds in Peckham.  Talking about her agency and what was required of us.  Looking back it seems both ironic and ridiculous to ever have agreed to meet someone to discuss such an issue in a public fast food joint.  Again, promised lots of work, this time the fee being £170, of which her cut was £70.  We completed the forms inside McD's feeling like maybe this could be the break we'd been waiting for.

Finally, I got a call from Agency #2 (McD's lady), I was to meet a gent outside a night club in Kings Cross.  The booking was for 3 hours accompanying him as a guest.  I thought great stuff!!  I was so excited, got dressed up to the nines and made my way to the venue.  Met a white middle aged guy, he paid our entry fee and we entered the club.  He seemed like the perfect gentleman, paid for the drinks all night.  Then he said after about 3 hours he needed to go to the toilet and would be back.  Well that's the last I ever saw of him.  It didn't occur to me that he'd legged it until about 20 minutes later.

As a newbie it hadn't occurred to me to ask him for the money immediately upon meeting.  I was being too polite and thought he'd pay me once we'd left the club.  So I ended up staying in the club, by myself, luckily there were some nice guys there so I had a good time, but ended up walking a good distance from the club to the train station in the morning without my fee!

That incident taught me to always get my cash upfront.  I'm all for pleasantries but if I don't have my fee within 10 minutes then either you or I are leaving, no questions asked.  So that was me shafted!

After the experience I left that agency and continued looking in the paper for another agency, a little smarter from previous experience.

I came across an agency in the local paper called 007.  They either don't exist under this name now or have closed, as the 007 agency advertised online is for Oriental women only.

Anyway, back to point, I gave the number a call, spoke to the owner called Gary, arranged to see him at his home in Shirley.  This time I went alone.  He seemed pleasant enough, albeit with a dodgy look about him.  His fees were £100 per hour, 60 (me)/40 (agency) split but said he'd guarantee work all the time.  Outcalls only, I mean back then it was only outcalls for agencies.  I did the same form filling again, but had a feeling from this one that I may just be busy.  He also had a phone sex chat operation going on within the property.

Before I got the job, I had to demonstrate my oral skills.  Gary informed me that before I could go on his books I had to give him a BJ as he could hardly recommend me to his clients without trying out what was on offer first.  Being naive me, I gave him a BJ, and he had a fishy willy from what I can remember, I kept wondering if he'd stuck it in someones cunt before he'd put it in my mouth.  It could've been from dried up spunk and wanking, but it could also have been pussy juice *quivers at the thought*.  He got his BJ, then he wanted to fuck me, but I was on my period, so I got away with it, although I remember him actually bending me over and checking to see if my tampon string was there!  I reckon had it not been or in the absence of a bloody pad, he would've tried to fuck me.

Ah looking back, so young, so dumb!  Back then all the necessary information and resources such as Saafe, AdultWork, etc weren't available (or I wasn't aware they existed) and google wasn't the search engine it is today.  I didn't know anyone to ask about these things either!

It was alot of money for around 2001.  I wasn't working for the agency full-time, only a couple of hours in the evening and a few daytime's here and there.  I called to sign on, the agency dealt with the calls and was the middle man.  I never spoke to the client until I arrived.  from the time of signing on, my phone would ring on the hour every hour, I was so busy.

A few experiences, memorable to say the least:

(1) Guy who always wanted to shag on his white rug, place in the back of Brixton, quite a rough area, but a really nice pad, posh white guy, back then I was thinking what the fuck is this dude doing living round the back of Cold Harbour Lane?!  Braver than me! I remember him having the most beautiful bathroom and wicked shower I'd ever been in, his flat was nicely fitted.

(2) African guy who lived in Streatham, worked as a University Lecturer, had the biggest dick I'd ever seen, but just couldn't get hard.  Poor guy, if only Viagra was available from your GP back then!  He had bad breath (luckily kissing wasn't on the menu), but I remember him rubbering up, he had to do it himself and trying to ram his floppy monster cock inside of me, very uncomfortable to say the least!  paid me by cheque and I ended up taking it to one of those cash convertor places as I wasn't risking clearing it through my bank account, luckily it didn't bounce.  The agency said he always paid that way.

(3) The gym instructor that I realised was my gym instructor at my local leisure centre a few years back.  Fuck!!  Too late I was already there, had to pretend I didn't know it was him, but I think he knew it was me as we always used to chat in the gym and on the odd occasion when I'd see him in the street.

(4) The guy who had one arm and it was dead.  Ugh it was so nasty.  It was cold and clammy.  I can only imagine that's what a dead person's body feels like.  Eww.. I had to move it out the way to give him a BJ.  I remember being amazed by this guy as he lifted his leg really high opened the fridge door with his foot and took the milk out.  I declined drinks that day.  The arm freaked me out.  Personally it would've been better if he had no arms at all as the dead one was gross!  I nearly screamed when I gave him a BJ and it touched me.  It's the only time I felt really cheap, like I cheated myself.  I couldn't wait to leave, the last 15 minutes of the hour were spent chanting "Nah hom rengee kum"... something like that.  I could never get into that meditating malarkey and definitely not chanting, just feels ridiculous.  I was definitely clock watching on that one!  He was a nice guy, just the arm.. eww.. I refused to go back there and told the agency this.

(5) The transvestite.  The agency never told me that!  I arrived and this guy was in bra, sussies, stockings, heels, the whole shabang.  We had sex and he kept asking me to finger his arse, but I just couldn't, no way, I just wasn't putting my bare fingers up his arse.  He wasn't providing me with rubber gloves and I wasn't sticking my hand up there.  Very interesting experience.  I had to call him by his female name as it was his persona while I was with him.

(6) The sexy beautiful handsome guy, not often I can say a guy is perfect in looks but he was absolutely 10/10, dropped straight from above, couldn't wait to get naked for him. LOL.  Back then it baffled me why the hell someone so beautiful would want or need to pay for sex.  I remember saying something along those lines to him, as the way he looked, women would be dropping their knickers for a smile.  Well when he dropped his pants I knew why.  I saw something that resembled a cocktail sausage and it never got much bigger when erect!  He had the smallest willy I've ever encountered in my life.  It was no longer than my thumb and fingernail when erect, so say about 2 inches, 2.5 inches max!  No matter what position we did, I wasn't feeling him.  When he fucked me and pulled out, the condom stayed inside my pussy.  How can someone so beautiful be so fucking flawed?!  Is that karmic energy or the cosmos balancing itself out? 

Those were just a few of the experiences.  I had alot more with 007 escort agency.  One thing that was strange.  Gary seemed to know all the clients.  When I asked him how that was and how he started, he said most of the clients were his friends.  Fed up of hearing them whinging in the pub on a Friday night about not having a girl to be with and knowing lots of women, he thought it was a logical solution and a good money maker.  Eventually friends recommended friends and it took off.  He drove a really nice Porsche 911 and had a massive house in Shirley.  I'd deposit his cut into the local Natwest Bank every other day.

In the end I had to give up working for the agency.  Gary had a terrible temper.  He'd give me the address to visit somewhere, I had no idea where it was, no sat nav back then, as you know us women are rubbish with A-Z's and maps.  As he never really gave me lots of notice and I'd often be driving from one side of town to the other, it wasn't unusual for me to be 15-30 mins late.  LOL.  Well he'd be ranting and raving, shouting, getting in a tiff, swearing, you name it.  In the end I had enough, told him to fuck the job, I wasn't having him talking to me like that so he could go find someone else or fuck his own clients.  That was it.  A few clients we'd exchanged numbers so they phoned me directly.  After 2 months, I'd made enough money to live very comfortably at home so gave up the escorting completely.

The posh guy from Brixton called me one day, I explained I'd given up and Gary's behaviour.   He really liked me, he didn't want to believe I'd left the agency and was pissed off.  He called the agency who confirmed I was no longer on their books.  The agency then called me asking me to come back, I refused.  The receptionist promised I'd have no further dealings with Gary, but it was too little too late, I was done with 007 and escorting.

So that's how I got into escorting initially.  Can't say it felt really weird, more of a case of being forward and not shy.  I've always enjoyed having sex with strangers.  My hooking up with guys online and lots of sex via Blackchat, Adult Friend Finder and Fuck Buddy websites were testimony to that.  The only thing different was I mainly focused on pleasing the guy rather than receiving mutual pleasure.  I was shocked and surprised at how many guys paid me to give me oral, infact more guys were sucking my pussy and paying for it than had ever sucked my pussy for free!  

One thing about then and now, it always feels so fucking great to get my cash in my hand.  Money!!  Money puts a whole different slant on sex to me.  Money cuts out all emotional attachment.  Turns a potentially mishy mushy interaction into a logical business transaction.

Anyway, I'll be sure to fill you in on the rest of my story real soon.  After all, I haven't even covered how or why I got back into it.

So my dears, I'll be off.  I'm feeling like a cup of hot water with a slice of lemon to cleanse my palate, along with something good to watch.

Ciao ciao.. be back tomorrow *mwah*