Wall Street Escort Wishes She Could Tell Clients: “You’re Really Small And You’re Bad In Bed”
“They have big egos and are big babies. If I make any sign that they’re not the best lover, or that their dick wasn’t the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, they start asking all these questions and putting me down.”
I’m single and don’t know if I could ever get married after sleeping with so many married men — more than I can remember. It doesn’t exactly give me faith in marriage.
I call myself a “freelance escort.” I’m 28, but am told often that I look at least five years younger. I have the kind of tiny but curvy body that drives men wild, with auburn hair and almond-shaped eyes.
The first time or two, I looked at their wedding rings the whole time and they always noticed and then got nervous, as if my guilt was making them feel guilty. So I decided not to look at their hands.
They want to talk a lot more than you think. They want to vent about their kids’ private schools, their bosses, their bonus talks, their friend beating them at squash. I didn’t even know what the hell squash was at the time. Talking, talking, talking, as if their lives were harder than mine and I wasn’t the one there to have sex with them for money. I started feeling resentful of them.
I got into it when I first moved to New York and desperately needed money to survive. Sam, who ran the first escort service I was with, told me when we met that some guys pay $2,000 an hour. I thought he was exaggerating, but I decided to try it. My stomach churned so much before I got picked up the first night that I was constantly going to the bathroom.
“How can I be sexy like this?” I thought.
The driver picked me up in Manhattan, far away from where I lived, and we went to an apartment in Midtown. The guy there said he was an “investor” and offered me champagne right away. He said he had seen a lot of girls but wanted me to be his “special” girl, and that he liked me a lot. We spent two hours together and I got $1,000 instead of the $3,000 I had been promised. I asked Sam why I only got $1,000, and he said it was the cut I got for jobs until I proved that I could hold onto clients.