High Pay escorts
Chatting with one of San Francisco’s best-paid escorts
When you’re navigating an unpredictable gig economy, you tend to wear a number of different professional hats. I identify predominantly as a sex worker and a journalist, but I also use my formidable administrative skills to assist international courtesan Ava Hudson with her intensive booking, screening, and scheduling workload.
Ava is, quite simply, an escort of the highest caliber, seeing only the most affluent and exclusive people. She’s so selective about new clients, she won’t even talk on the phone with one until after an assistant has conducted a thorough background check, which includes calling their references. While she’ll entertain the occasional businessman passing through town, she specializes in establishing longer-term connections with her clients — think quality over quantity — and she’s damn good at it.
As Ava acknowledges, her experiences as an escort are not typical, and they are greatly impacted by the privileges she carries. She is tall, leggy and conventionally attractive. She is also white, young and highly educated. These privileges allow her to work behind closed doors as opposed to engaging in riskier street prostitution. The whiteness of her skin makes her significantly less likely to be regarded as a “trafficked” worker in a misguided, destructive raid. Because of her appearance, background and education, she can charge a much higher price point than many, starting at $600 for “cocktails” and up to $10, 000 for a “weekend tryst.”
Unsurprisingly, Ava is a Rolodex of extravagant stories from her multitude of adventures. More than that, though, she’s charming, intelligent, political, silly and flawed. She trips in too-high heels. She’s constantly chasing the neighbor’s freeloading cat out of her kitchen, and she’s convinced that she’s never going to the gym as often as she should. She regularly attends local Black Lives Matter events, is heavily involved in the organization of San Francisco Pride and is studying for a master’s degree in psychology. Ava fights for the recognition of sex work as legitimate labor, and for herself and other sex workers to be seen as the authentic, complex human beings they are.
When and how did you first break into the sex industry? What was your journey like?
When I moved back to Canada after college, jobs were really hard to come by, even for an Ivy League graduate. After applying to numerous jobs that I was overqualified for with no response, a lover of mine suggested that it might be “the time” to try to sex work. Next thing I knew I was working at an illegal “rub ‘n tug” downtown — I called it “Diving for Pearls.” That experience was tough. I actually ended up getting fired from that job because I tried to unionize the women!
I had been wanting to try my hand at pro domme work for a while as well, so when I left the spa I fell into that area for a few years, working out of multiple dungeons all over Toronto. It was wild! The work was intermittent but intense — one week I’d be flying down to Florida to eat at Versace’s Mansion, and the next week it would be total radio silence. The farther I progressed into the sex industry, the less afraid of it I became.
When I tired of pro domme work, I did some research and looked up the highest-rated escort agency in Toronto: Cupid’s Escorts. I was charmed by their ethical guidelines and the fact that the company was run by a woman. It was a very exciting, fast-paced job. I had my own driver who could pick me up from any part of town, and I saw clients in the fanciest hotels and homes. Despite the lavish working conditions, I knew after spending some time with Cupid’s that it would make more financial sense to strike out as an independent. So I broke away from the agency and went rogue!
What does an “average” session with a client look like?
I’ll connect with the client personally over the phone, so we can get to know each other. I often enjoy good food and conversation with clients at the start of a session. Literature, art, philosophy — pretty much anything but politics! The brain is the biggest sex organ — if you can stimulate my mind, then you’ve intrigued my body. Conversation is both a finely choreographed dance and an aphrodisiac. Sometimes a meal alone is all we have time for; sometimes we transition to a performance, event or favorite bar before segueing back to a private location to let ourselves connect more intimately.
What have some of your most extravagant client dates been like?
One of my dreams was to fly a plane, and one of my clients made that happen for me — we co-piloted a flight to New Mexico. I adore rendezvousing with one couple in particular who fly in separately from across the country or the world to meet up with each other and include me in their intimacy. I love watching them writhe in ecstasy together, bearing witness to that kind of intense connection; it’s gorgeous. Those evenings are more scandalous than Eyes Wide Shut! Of course, there have been exorbitant $7, 000 shopping trips and decadent trips to renowned spas, but the really salacious stuff happens when sex workers get together with other sex workers. Watching eight drop-dead gorgeous women step dripping wet out of a hot tub to refill their champagne flutes? Yes, please.
How has being an escort affected your personal relationships, for better or for worse?
Being paid for sex certainly changed some things. Most importantly, I started valuing the sex I had in my personal life way more. I became pickier and more refined in choosing my lovers. What could they offer me that wasn’t money or sex? How safe do I feel to be playful? I compromise less now than I did pre-sex-work. It has led to a deepening in my committed personal relationships and an increased lightheartedness in my casual hookups.