Escort stories — 10 real stories of girls about their first day of work
The first day of work is always so exciting! New team, new responsibilities. New knowledge. But what happens when your new responsibilities make you fall in love with a complete stranger? Is your new knowledge the deep throat technique?
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Does this feel like the first time you”ve ever gotten paid for sex?
10 real stories from escort girls
- “Emotional attachment.”
I myself found my first client through one of the sites offering girls money for dates. It was a business trip 43 years ago. He contacted me a week before coming to town through the same place and offered me $80 for a “date.” He said that he was basically willing to pay me $2, 000 a month for regular sex if we liked each other. He looked normal. He was fairly well-cut and tanned. First we had a few drinks at the hotel bar. We met and talked. I was incredibly nervous and was sure that everyone knew why we were here. In the room he started kissing me and after a few seconds he said. Take off your clothes and let”s see what else we can do.” I took off my clothes and gave him a blowjob. Unexpectedly for me, he was done.
Then we hugged again and communicated quite normally. He started telling me how cute and funny I was and how cool I was about it. And it”s all so beautiful, he just wants sex, and in any case he is married, so there should be an emotional attachment between us. Somehow, someway. I usually dress slowly and wait for him to give me all the money. And he forgot. I had to remind him. He drew these surprises. Then, slowly peering at the picture, he carefully counted the money lying on the bed in front of me. I took them and left. He was still muttering there, but I had already sent him in the spirit. I”ve never felt this way.
- I cried on the way.
My first trip was to a client, where I ended up. On the way and during the process I was absolutely calm. And only in the taxi, on the way home, did I shed tears. Actually, I wasn”t upset, just. I don”t even know what it is. A month later I came to the agency. And on the same day they brought me my first regular client. Every time he paid for 30 minutes, we were always dealing with a maximum of 10 minutes.
In fact, I enjoyed it most of the time! But in the lower abdomen they always tickle me. Butterflies. I think it”s the expectation. From the unknown: who will be my next client and what kind of client he will be: a bone or a complete hater. I have been working as an escort for about four years. My first night I was noisy. I walk into a cool hotel, grunting nervously in the lobby, no one has any idea who I am or why I’m here. I don”t even know how I survived the trip to the elevator. I go to his room and barely audibly knock on the door. He opens it and says, “Hello. Sarah?” “I have such worms among my workers.” But with fear I forget about everything and say: “No, I am such and such.” I said. Everything went quickly within 10 minutes. The clients were polite and neat. The hotel was in a good area. In general, I was lucky. During the four years of work I saw him several more times. He was always generous with advice. Anyway, I have dozens of other stories if anyone is interested!
- Terrible the first time.
It sounds terrible, but I was so desperate for money that I posted my profile on a website specifically designed for paid dates. Now I understand how stupid and dangerous it was, but then I was only 17 years old. I was waiting for the best offer from the site. Since it took place in the suburbs of the US Midwest, the proposal had to be gentle and discreet. As a result, I drove 45 minutes to meet the man who took me to his home (what an idiot! And I wasn’t afraid!). This man had about 50 people, he smoked constantly, he was tired of drinking. She lied to him that I was 19 years old.
He paid $60 for 3 hours of work. After all the foreplay, including talking about music and short introductions, he started talking about my breasts. He talked and talked, and for about half an hour I put this terrible rose-scented lotion on him until he stood up normally. Then we finally had sex. His erection was unexpectedly strong, and I thought that he was most likely on something. I didn”t even realize how he finished—he was trying too hard—but he didn”t seem to realize it. We hung out a little longer (read: he was sleeping and I was trying not to puke), and he took me to his car, filled the tank full and gave me $300. Overall, this first experience isn”t too bad.
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At that time I was still studying in medicine. I didn”t always have enough money. I was registered on a dating site, from which I constantly received offers of this kind. She always refused, but suddenly the offer seemed stupid, and she did not accept it. We met in the park late at night, got into his very nice car, flirted a little and agreed to meet. He told me he was 58 years old, but he looked to be between 15 and 20, which surprised me a little since I had never met him before and I had never met him before. A few weeks later I came to his apartment. She was great! The money was paid in advance and the man was very kind. I was constantly looking at my watch. Luckily he finished on time. I took a shower, then we chatted a little, went our separate ways, and he kissed me on the cheek.
I refused to restore his vin, thinking that I had offended him, but later he texted and asked if I wanted to have a threesome with another work girl. It all started with this:
- Good old days.
Before you first came to the agency, I drank a lot of wine. This was about two and a half years ago. Then our “industry” flourished. I accepted client after client and went home with huge bags of money. I didn”t think about it then. I liked being successful and making a lot of money. It”s a pity, but now the industry here is dead. I don”t know why.
- Two clients on the first day
Oh yes. I”m evil! But not much. On the first day I had two clients at once. I can”t even put into words how hard my heart is beating on the way to the first one. I thought he would just jump out of my chest! The client was identified as a nobody, in his early 30s, of very average appearance. Not even a little. boring. We started with casual conversation. Then he kissed me. He had a small fetish — butts. I let him lick my anus and spank me lightly. Then I made him fuck me in the ass. He was my first client, so I tried my best. I still see him from time to time. He always gives me very good advice. Sometimes even gifts.
The second client didn”t even try to have sex with me. He wanted me to smoke a cigarette while he watched me masturbate. After that, he definitely paid me for the hour. I still work with him from time to time. The money is not small, and most of my clients are single, elderly men. Yes, I get weird requests, but mostly it”s just sex. And I love sex, any form of sex suits me.
- He had the perfect penis.
My first professional experience involved a clumsy Indian engineering student who paid me $500 to come to his apartment for a two-hour session. Hell, I was incredibly nervous the whole time and had no idea what I was doing. But once I was there, I let go and went with the flow. I chatted with him and started flirting with him. The conversations we had were absolutely amazing! And yes, he still has one of my top 10 most intense orgasms! (That perfect little 4-inch curved cock hits my G-spot with every thrust.) We had sex twice, and I gave him a blow job while he was on the phone with someone at work.
On the way home, I was stunned by the fact that they had just paid me a ton of money to sleep with a man who, in theory, was supposed to offer it to me for free. It certainly inspired me. So, I won”t leave escorting until I”m on my own two feet.
- The Dirty Side of My Soul
When I was 18, I decided I needed a father because I had absolutely no money. I met the right man on a dating site. He needed a steady girlfriend and wanted to meet first and get to know each other better. He was willing to pay four figures for each date, so I hit the road. On the way to the meeting, I got stuck in traffic, and he got lost. I was shaking terribly the whole time we waited! Finally, we ordered food and introduced ourselves. He was cute, but not at all my type, which made me more and more nervous. Then the “fun” began at the hotel. He kept talking about how wonderful I was, etc. I understand he was trying to please me, but he was still very old. That morning he gave me a little extra money for gas. But we never saw him again—he was too disgusting for me. Then there was this married man. We chatted online, he saw my photo and was interested. Anal was on his list of “priorities.” In that sense, I was a virgin, so I always wondered if it was worth it. Nevertheless, she went.
It was an exciting experience and I wore a mask (so he couldn”t see my face). I hated it. I hated every minute of it. Because of him, I lost my anal virginity and cried in pain. That feeling when his fat belly slapped my stomach. He kissed me and tickled my face with his thick beard. I felt so bad I almost threw up. Finally, he gave me $400 and I left. I cried all the way home. And he was crazy about me. I agreed to meet him again, but there was no anal sex and no kissing. I felt weird kissing him knowing he was married (I know it”s bad to make excuses, but what am I supposed to say? “Am I disgusting to you?”). The second time, he disappeared right away. I had to calm him down until he was too old for it. I tried to arouse him several times. For a while, we continued to try to have intercourse. Total failure — he couldn”t do it. As soon as he admitted defeat, I pulled myself together and sat on the edge of the bed. He brought the money, placed it in my hand, and told me to take off my blindfolds and look at him. This man was convinced I didn”t come to this job for the money. He said something about the “dirty side” of a sick mind and soul. I didn”t argue with him. Why lower a man”s self-esteem? But I immediately told him I couldn”t stand the sight of him. And after that, she constantly said “no” to him, no matter how much money he offered her.
I regret both encounters today, but no one knows that.
- I threw the money at the door.
At 18, I was just looking for a sponsor because the marketing director of a very well-known company offered me $1, 000 an hour. Before that, I hadn”t considered sex for money. But the price was too tempting. So I went, got my money in about three minutes, and went home with a happy, wide smile on my face. I didn”t object and didn”t feel guilty. I knew what I was getting into. The only awkward moment the whole evening was that he finished too quickly, and I think he was embarrassed, so he threw the money at the door and asked me to leave. I”ve been working as an escort ever since (15 months now), and so far it”s been great, so I”m seriously considering taking a gap year from university and pursuing this career, so to speak.
