I was from a small town and really sheltered, but had lost both of my parents and my foster family kicked me out at 17. I stole some of her shit, pawned it and made my way to a greyhound bus that took me to a big-ish city. I found a job on Craigslist looking for women with an interest in massage, cash paid daily, no experience required. Awesome. This was in 2008. I had like 12 dollars left to my name.
I worked there a few months without ever touching any dude’s genitals. I think they kept coming back because I’m pretty and do actually give a decent massage. Anyway, a few months in I figured out that a handjob basically doubled my income. So I popped some of those off.
Working at that studio was NUTS! I was hungry for money, so I’d work open to close 6 days a week. I became really popular and the boss said he’d never seen someone earn money like I did. I got to keep my tips and split the hourly rate 60/40 with the boss. I was clearing like 3k a week. I saw C list celebrities, super rich old dudes, athletes, everyone. One of my regulars was a cop. He came to see me and was like “don’t come in tomorrow and tell no one I told you”.
Anyway, they got busted.
A girlfriend of mine and I worked together for a while, splitting hotel rooms and stuff.
Now I’m back in school. I work part-time at a real job that I like. I’m in school full time. I own my own home and my car is paid off. I live beneath my means and still have stacks of cash from the Jack shack days. I also have an unpaid internship that’s going to be great for me when I’m done with school. Now, I have seven clients. They’re all married dudes. Some I see weekly, some monthly. It’s sort of like I just have seven part-time, low maintenance boyfriends really. Oh, except they leave cash on the table.
This experience hasn’t been traumatic for me at all. It’s helped with my negotiating skills, it’s made me more comfortable around people, it’s made me sharper and more aware. I know it’s dumb, but I love it.
I met him at his 5 star hotel and he had bought me about $400 worth of sex toys. All he wanted to do was watch me cum with the vibrator he had bought me. After I came, I gave him oral until he came and he then gave me $1000 AUD. He let me keep all the toys too. On the train ride home I couldn’t stop smiling because I was so happy. I saw him maybe 5 times and we still didn’t have sex. So basically I gained $5000 for masturbating five times.
I’ve worked as a male counterpart with a female escort before when clients requested a couple. the whole thing depends on the clients personality though, my escort partner had rough time of it as many of the clients wanted what their wives wouldn’t put out, so she often went home and sat on an ice pack, though other girls I knew in trade got paid up to £3000 for an all expenses weekend abroad with true gents. Hit and miss, use a website like adult work dot com and read the client feedback and reviews
I was pick of the pack since I’m a virgin and some guys are really into that. There are four girls at my club that remain virgins to cater to these guys because it’s a pretty common fetish. I was nervous as hell, but I knew that I was chosen by that client specifically for my lack of experience (minus training), so there wasn’t much point in hiding it.
All the girls were super supportive before I left, giving me lots of tips. I met up with a not totally unappealing, wealthy business type. Pretty typical client. I went to an event as his girlfriend, got a few drinks, ate a nice meal, made conversation. We actually had a lot of fun coming up with my back story on the way there. How we met, my name, etc.
We went back to a hotel room and he wanted a dance. Granted. Then some dry humping and oral sex. Granted. He really, really got off on the fact it was my first time, and that he was my first client. Spent most of the night there – he didn’t push the no penetrative sex rule. He ended up giving me $3000.
I was really wound up all the way home, and honestly, I’d never seen that much cash in my whole life. I’d heard other girls say they’ve done this, and I guess I couldn’t help myself either because the second I got home I masturbated with the wad of cash in one hand because I was so turned on from the nights activities + money. I knew it wouldn’t always be like that, but oh my god. It’s been two years since then, and he’s still a regular of mine. I haven’t told him yet, but I’m pretty sure he’d love it.
Well my first day was an interview. I was a nude ‘masseuse’ so the interview basically consisted of giving the owner a rubdown. He came out with a towel around his hips and I wasn’t really sure what to do. I was like 95% sure that I was supposed to give him a handjob, but pulling someone’s towel off and grabbing their cock is something which really requires 100% certainty. So, I did a basic massage for about twenty minutes before he says “this is a full massage.” So he got his happy ending and I passed the interview. He showed me some massage ‘moves’ but honestly, I was better at it than he was and never really used them.
Then I got a tour of the facility- two massage rooms, hot tub, showers, case of sex toys for sale, laundry room, and also the BDSM room for people who liked spanking. It was pretty tacky, a lot of red lightbulbs and signs that say “thanks for cumming.” The owner was incredibly sexist and racist, so much so that it seemed more like an act than something that was actually part of his personality. He had a little white dog named after a nearby suburb, because it “started off white and then got all black and dirty.” That sort of stuff. On the other hand, he was a dead ringer for David Duchovny. He and a Scully lookalike used to do parties.
After the tour I spent most of the time hanging out in the break room waiting for clients to show up. The dude called all his regulars and told him he had a new girl, so I got a fair amount of business the first couple days. In between clients I read “The Terror” which is a fantastic book, incidentally. The other girls didn’t really get why I would want to read a fictionalized account of a historical mission to locate the northwest passage. Mostly they were on the phone having arguments with their boyfriends. I think a lot of them were having sex with the owner. He asked me, but he wasn’t paying, so I gave it a miss.
The second client I had offered me extra for a blowjob but I was pretty set on sticking to handjobs. That’s what the job advertised for and that’s what I felt comfortable doing. I think a lot of the other girls did extra things for extra money, but everything was discussed in euphemisms so there was really no clear way to work out what was expected of me or what I would be receiving in return. No one could speak clearly because there was always the possibility that the other person was a cop.