Real stories of prostitutes that sting your nose
Sex workers deal with a diverse clientele, and it is difficult to surprise them with anything. However, they themselves admit that sometimes men”s desires go beyond sex. Sometimes it can be funny, but more often prostitutes remember such cases with sadness.
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Rescue from loneliness
Often girls are called not for physical intimacy, but to open their souls to someone, raise their voices and pour out accumulated emotions. And these feelings are not always positive — but the prostitute understands that listening to the client can sometimes save his life.
This man wanted me to hug him and calm him down. And he cried like a child when he found the only safe place in this world. Where he could show his emotions through tears. Very often I cried with him.”
I”m a stripper. I had a wealthy young client who paid for an hour in the VIP lounge to listen to Bruce Springsteen with me. He said that no one in his family understood him and that only Bruce”s songs gave him the strength to become who he became. He hired me just for this.”
One of my clients pays me to visit his mother. There is no sex, you just need to come and have lunch or dinner with her two or three times a week, talk about something. At the same time, there are servants in her house who take care of her, but she needs someone to talk to.
Honestly, if this person stopped paying me for such services, I would still come to this house. But for now I’m taking the money because I can’t lose a day of work for a date with his mother.”
For me, the worst day is my birthday. Clients order me to spend their birthday with me, not at my place. They don”t have sex, they have no one to celebrate this day with — and I keep them company.
It”s very sad to me to pay someone to make sure people aren”t lonely on their birthday. And I always have a cake and some kind of gift, not the most expensive, but pleasant for the client.”
When I was working in a brothel in the countryside, a young farmer came to see me one day. He said he didn”t need sex. And for two hours he told me about his life.
He worked many jobs. Because of this, he didn”t see his parents and rarely interacted with people. He never had the opportunity to meet women. And I was very sad because that”s what his life had become.”
One of my regular clients, a gentleman of many years, had sex with me from time to time, but mostly we cuddled and watched movies. He told me stories from his life, about his deceased parents” relatives and friends, and how he got his pilot”s license.
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When he died, I went to his funeral. I still remember him—a sweet, lonely man who came to me for normal human connection.”
I work exclusively online, so I have no physical contact with my clients. But it saddens me to realize that so many people are deprived of normal communication. And only I can help them. This is due to the social and emotional damage people have suffered during isolation, due to COVID.”
“I was working in Korea once, and they called me late, but the pay was very good. When I arrived, it turned out the client only wanted one. To lie down on his knees and relax.”
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One of my clients, an elderly man, came to me for a few hours whenever he had saved enough money. He almost never spoke. He smiled at me with a very kind smile, and we listened to music.
Later, he admitted that he spent time with his beloved wife before she died. “He really wanted her.”
“One day we were together, having dinner. And suddenly he started sobbing. Tears streamed down his face, and he told me he”d divorced his wife. He still loved life more. I sat and listened, and his life became a part of mine.
We never saw each other again, but for some reason I remembered him years later. Then his necrophilia was discovered online. He passed away some time after we met. Since then, I”ve had a constant feeling of guilt because I think it was suicide.”
“I received a call from the dispatcher early in the morning and arrived to find a young man, about 20, waiting for me. He was drunk. I started talking to him, and he burst into tears. He had come to town for his father”s funeral, but he had no one to talk to about his grief, so he called a prostitute. I consoled him.”
People who are forced to hide their sexual orientation
“I work online and can”t imagine the fetishes that people who speak a foreign language or are obsessed with hiccups and farts are capable of. I”m always saddened when clients tell me they can”t find it in real life because it”s not something they can do in the real world.”
“While working at a strip club, one client (a man in his 30s or 40s, clean and dressed) rented a private house to strip in front of me. He didn”t realize who he was on the floor with, so he put on women”s underwear. This man wasn”t a fetishist; he couldn”t truly identify himself.
And he couldn”t talk about it with his wife. So he had to pay for his stripes with a prostitute. He told me about himself, his family, his fashion; he had to speak out.”
One of my wealthy clients was transgender. He was a middle-class Greek, a businessman, a family man, a Christian. So he had no one to pour out his soul to. He wanted to change something, but the only people he could talk to about it were prostitutes.
