Ladies Share Your "First Client Ever" Story
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I sure guess you pushed all the right buttons if hes still a client
Good story!I hope a few women do reply to this thread....I have met some of the greats and admire them tremendously. Yet, I wonder about their first time (and assume they were not forced into it). I also wonder how they get through days or nights when they really dont want to be working. I remember my first time as a client...marriage was breaking up....but I was so nervous and thats as much as I will say.....very short half hour
I have always thought that it takes a lot of fortitude, hutzpah, and sexual sophistication for the ladies to escort, and especially their first night. conversely, there must be a lot of women that try it once and run home screaming WTF never again!
Well since your bored ... here you go
At about 20 years old I entered in the world of escorting I had a boyfriend at the time and I was working as a webcam model. I was pretty happy working as a webcam model in my cozy bachelor apartment. The boyfriend was working but I never knew what he was into and he never told me. If I wanted information out of him it was like I was pulling teeth. For the most part he thought he would become a famous rapper. He is no Drake, I never heard of any of his stuff so I can’t even say if he had talent. One night he came over I was online working webcam, he kissed me on the forehead and took a flop on the futon mattress. I am working away and something didn’t seem right with him but I ignored him because I knew he wasn’t going to tell me and I wasn’t in the mood to play 20 questions with him.
After about an hour or so and 5 or 6 private webcam shows I took a break and then I asked him how he was doing, he said fine but he never looked at me he was curled into a ball like he was crying the whole time I was working. Not once he said he wanted to talk or that he had a problem. I am still at my computer, still pretty much half naked then I went into 20 questions mode it’s one thing to be in a relationship with someone but when you ask them “How is your day” you kind of want details then some grunt or shrug. After getting annoyed of pulling teeth I get an answer and I see a pale white look on his face and he is practically crying and then I notice the stitching coming out of his hand. He finally tells me how he owes people money and he only has a certain amount of time to pay them back. You would think I would ask “So what are you going to do about it” nope instead I went into this I need to save him mode and I asked “What can I do to help?”
How stupid am I? Well this boyfriend and I have been together on and off since we were in grade 10 during high school, and me with low-self esteem and poor self image and bad examples of healthy relationships I thought he was the best thing I was going to get. Some how I took it on to help him with his problem I barely knew exactly what the problem was all I knew was he needed money to fix it and I went to find the fastest way I knew to fix it. I wasn’t in the best position to help him I could have just took it as he told me his problem and thanks for sharing and I could have just gone back to work. That same week I went out and found myself becoming a prostitute I never thought I would end up there. Yes I know I have done internet porn videos, webcam modeling, phone sex and a brief career as a stripper and some attempts of working in a massage parlor, but I had no idea I would end up meeting complete strangers and being paid to have sex with them. My whole motivations going into escorting was that my boyfriend needed me and I had to help him.
So you all should know by now that I am a prostitute. There are many terms I could use to describe myself but I will use call girl for now. The term call girl for me has a glamorous essence to it, but by no means this is job is not glamorous. I will try and paint a true picture of what it’s like being a call girl in my city and also what it’s like being a woman of colour. For every women who decides that they are going to be a prostitute they all have to decide on whether or not they will be independent or if they will be associated with an agency.
I started out with the thought of being an escort back in summer of 2006. Being an independent escort at the time was never a thought even though in my younger years I was working independently as a child prostitute. As I got older my views of being in prostitution changed of ups and downs; of judgmental thoughts and fantasies of wondering what if I could be one. I also had the thought to be an escort you had to work for an agency because that is what the message I was getting. Plus I thought working with an agency would be easier then going at it alone and not knowing what to do.
Here I am about 21 years old trying to decide how I will become an escort. At the time I had a boyfriend who got himself into some serious trouble {gambling debt and drugs}. My heart took over and I was obsessed with the need to help him. I couldn’t live with myself if something bad happened to him. Plus at the time I was happily working full-time as an internet webcam model and I had a full-time position in a call center for a telephone company. I went out of my way to call escort agencies, and getting myself into being a prostitute, then before I knew it I did my first call. I met with an agency owner they seem to be a husband and wife couple. The husband was a typical European big belly man with his hair in a weird gel comb over. The wife was a typical European blonde hair blue eyed lady who looked like she got everything in the world. They worked out of condos downtown Toronto near the big shopping mall.
I first made contact with them I spoke with a lady on the phone and told her I wanted to work. She asked me if I could meet her at a coffee shop. I met with her not knowing who I was meeting and also not knowing what to expect. In the coffee shop I am sitting at this small table looking at this lady who has a nice palm trio cell phone and make-up done. Blonde hair with lots of hair spray and I believe maybe a Russian accent or some other type like that. She gave me this disgusting look and told me I need to fix myself up to work. I knew she was right because I didn’t go to the interview like I was ready to work that moment. After the interview she said she will work with me I just need to change my look I said “Okay, no problem” by time I got home I cashed out my retirement savings and I got my hair done and got myself some pencil dresses and dug up my sex toys.
Then that week I was told to meet at a condo. I met with the husband in front of the building and he brought me up to the suite, She was there and made a comment of how nice I looked and seems pleased and gave me a hug. (In my head I am thinking I better make good money because I owe myself $1,500) We go into the suite, It had this weird vynl red sofa and looked borderline new age 70s style but it looked expensive. I got ready for a photo shoot. It went on for an hour or so. She asked me to sign a form saying that the company owns my photos and they can use them for whatever they needed I assumed that was standard since I have done photo shoots before for porn.
Then I was told to go to another condo suite. I followed the husband, and then he told me he will have me do a call with one of the clients of the company before they can decide if they will hire me. My mind was racing I didn’t know what to think of course I was more concerned at the time if this strange man would try and ask to have sex with me or worst attack me but it didn’t end up that way. He told me a client is coming at 1pm and that he will see me for an hour and I am suppose to collect $300. He left me in the condo I got myself put together sweating bullets and wondering what the hell am I doing.
Then a knock at the door and I am freaking out the door opens a quick smile pops on my face and next minute I remember I am on the bed with the client we are talking he tells me to relax and there is the moment I went from a cam girl to call girl. The client leaves I kiss him good bye then later on the husband comes back, he asked how did it go I didn’t say much I was too busy giggling he said seems like it went well. Then he said give me $100 I handed over the money, then he left. I got myself together and before I knew it I was walking home with $200 in my pocket.
At about 20 years old I entered in the world of escorting I had a boyfriend at the time and I was working as a webcam model. I was pretty happy working as a webcam model in my cozy bachelor apartment. The boyfriend was working but I never knew what he was into and he never told me. If I wanted information out of him it was like I was pulling teeth. For the most part he thought he would become a famous rapper. He is no Drake, I never heard of any of his stuff so I can’t even say if he had talent. One night he came over I was online working webcam, he kissed me on the forehead and took a flop on the futon mattress. I am working away and something didn’t seem right with him but I ignored him because I knew he wasn’t going to tell me and I wasn’t in the mood to play 20 questions with him.
After about an hour or so and 5 or 6 private webcam shows I took a break and then I asked him how he was doing, he said fine but he never looked at me he was curled into a ball like he was crying the whole time I was working. Not once he said he wanted to talk or that he had a problem. I am still at my computer, still pretty much half naked then I went into 20 questions mode it’s one thing to be in a relationship with someone but when you ask them “How is your day” you kind of want details then some grunt or shrug. After getting annoyed of pulling teeth I get an answer and I see a pale white look on his face and he is practically crying and then I notice the stitching coming out of his hand. He finally tells me how he owes people money and he only has a certain amount of time to pay them back. You would think I would ask “So what are you going to do about it” nope instead I went into this I need to save him mode and I asked “What can I do to help?”
How stupid am I? Well this boyfriend and I have been together on and off since we were in grade 10 during high school, and me with low-self esteem and poor self image and bad examples of healthy relationships I thought he was the best thing I was going to get. Some how I took it on to help him with his problem I barely knew exactly what the problem was all I knew was he needed money to fix it and I went to find the fastest way I knew to fix it. I wasn’t in the best position to help him I could have just took it as he told me his problem and thanks for sharing and I could have just gone back to work. That same week I went out and found myself becoming a prostitute I never thought I would end up there. Yes I know I have done internet porn videos, webcam modeling, phone sex and a brief career as a stripper and some attempts of working in a massage parlor, but I had no idea I would end up meeting complete strangers and being paid to have sex with them. My whole motivations going into escorting was that my boyfriend needed me and I had to help him.
So you all should know by now that I am a prostitute. There are many terms I could use to describe myself but I will use call girl for now. The term call girl for me has a glamorous essence to it, but by no means this is job is not glamorous. I will try and paint a true picture of what it’s like being a call girl in my city and also what it’s like being a woman of colour. For every women who decides that they are going to be a prostitute they all have to decide on whether or not they will be independent or if they will be associated with an agency.
I started out with the thought of being an escort back in summer of 2006. Being an independent escort at the time was never a thought even though in my younger years I was working independently as a child prostitute. As I got older my views of being in prostitution changed of ups and downs; of judgmental thoughts and fantasies of wondering what if I could be one. I also had the thought to be an escort you had to work for an agency because that is what the message I was getting. Plus I thought working with an agency would be easier then going at it alone and not knowing what to do.
Here I am about 21 years old trying to decide how I will become an escort. At the time I had a boyfriend who got himself into some serious trouble {gambling debt and drugs}. My heart took over and I was obsessed with the need to help him. I couldn’t live with myself if something bad happened to him. Plus at the time I was happily working full-time as an internet webcam model and I had a full-time position in a call center for a telephone company. I went out of my way to call escort agencies, and getting myself into being a prostitute, then before I knew it I did my first call. I met with an agency owner they seem to be a husband and wife couple. The husband was a typical European big belly man with his hair in a weird gel comb over. The wife was a typical European blonde hair blue eyed lady who looked like she got everything in the world. They worked out of condos downtown Toronto near the big shopping mall.
I first made contact with them I spoke with a lady on the phone and told her I wanted to work. She asked me if I could meet her at a coffee shop. I met with her not knowing who I was meeting and also not knowing what to expect. In the coffee shop I am sitting at this small table looking at this lady who has a nice palm trio cell phone and make-up done. Blonde hair with lots of hair spray and I believe maybe a Russian accent or some other type like that. She gave me this disgusting look and told me I need to fix myself up to work. I knew she was right because I didn’t go to the interview like I was ready to work that moment. After the interview she said she will work with me I just need to change my look I said “Okay, no problem” by time I got home I cashed out my retirement savings and I got my hair done and got myself some pencil dresses and dug up my sex toys.
Then that week I was told to meet at a condo. I met with the husband in front of the building and he brought me up to the suite, She was there and made a comment of how nice I looked and seems pleased and gave me a hug. (In my head I am thinking I better make good money because I owe myself $1,500) We go into the suite, It had this weird vynl red sofa and looked borderline new age 70s style but it looked expensive. I got ready for a photo shoot. It went on for an hour or so. She asked me to sign a form saying that the company owns my photos and they can use them for whatever they needed I assumed that was standard since I have done photo shoots before for porn.
Then I was told to go to another condo suite. I followed the husband, and then he told me he will have me do a call with one of the clients of the company before they can decide if they will hire me. My mind was racing I didn’t know what to think of course I was more concerned at the time if this strange man would try and ask to have sex with me or worst attack me but it didn’t end up that way. He told me a client is coming at 1pm and that he will see me for an hour and I am suppose to collect $300. He left me in the condo I got myself put together sweating bullets and wondering what the hell am I doing.
Then a knock at the door and I am freaking out the door opens a quick smile pops on my face and next minute I remember I am on the bed with the client we are talking he tells me to relax and there is the moment I went from a cam girl to call girl. The client leaves I kiss him good bye then later on the husband comes back, he asked how did it go I didn’t say much I was too busy giggling he said seems like it went well. Then he said give me $100 I handed over the money, then he left. I got myself together and before I knew it I was walking home with $200 in my pocket.
My first client was an outcall. I was super nervous, because he kept changing his mind on whom he wanted to see. He finally settled on me. I was hoping to make a good impression so he would not feel like he made the wrong choice. He was very secretive though about meeting up. He lives downtown and he instructed that I meet him on the street outside his condo. He would be walking his dog, and I should approach him. At that point he would give me the fob so I can let myself into his building. When in building I should go up to his floor and wait. Dahlia and I had quite a laugh about his request. "Who does this guy think he is James Bond?" Lol. So I'm driven to the outcall and the driver and I are waiting for this guy and his dog. So after about two minutes we see a guy walking his dog. I hopped out of the car and walked over. Now my outfit was very hooker like. Tight red dress, fishnet stockings, high heeled boots and a leather jacket. I walked over with my biggest smile, "Hi I'm Jessica, we were supposed to meet". The guy looked completely confused and intrigued. He smiled giving me the once over and said "No I don't think so, but nice to meet you". I was mortified and ran back into the driver's car leaving the guy with a smile on his face. I called Dahlia and explained what happened. She forgot to tell me that the dog my client would be walking was a white poodle. So I approached the wrong guy, who kept looking over at the driver's car as if debating he should come over. Finally my client came out walking a small white Poodle. He was really nice and we had a good laugh later on about me going up to the wrong guy. We still see each other and he is still very secretive about our rendezvous. There is always a creative way for me to get into his condo, I wonder if security has caught on to us yet?
ooopppsss yea this is from my blog i didn't edit it. but then again i am not ashamed of my past, my present or what will be my future.
what I have been through has made a pretty damn strong person and damn good provider
Amazing story Riley. Its the kind of story that hits you in your heart. May I ask what happened to the boyfriend? Is he still around?
Nice story too Jessica. I particularly liked the part where you went up to the wrong guy, and the wrong dude wasn't quite sure if he should come over and talk to you or not. I wonder if he posted a "Missed Connections" article on you the next day.
Again... great story.
Haha, I bet the guy walking the poodle has a wife. I have thought about using my condo for outcalls sometimes when she's away but I always decide against it. Among all the other risks it would entail (unexplained hairs, etc.) is the fact that she is very chatty and on a first name basis with all the security guards who work the front desk.
So I never have had an outcall here. I have rented a nearby hotel room on occasion but mostly I stick to incall for this reason. Years and years ago when we lived in an apartment that had its own separate entrance I did hire outcall a few times, but only when she was literally away on vacation, when I would have time to do a thorough cleaning and get rid of all the evidence. Even then I had one close call where she found a hair and she was looking at it and wondering whose hair it was -- I said I had some people over must be one of their girlfriends (it was on the couch) and she bought that. That was the last time I ever hired outcall to my home -- close call.
But I bet that guy is trying to figure out how to avoid security telling his wife that he has escorts over when she's gone away for the night or whatnot.
So I never have had an outcall here. I have rented a nearby hotel room on occasion but mostly I stick to incall for this reason. Years and years ago when we lived in an apartment that had its own separate entrance I did hire outcall a few times, but only when she was literally away on vacation, when I would have time to do a thorough cleaning and get rid of all the evidence. Even then I had one close call where she found a hair and she was looking at it and wondering whose hair it was -- I said I had some people over must be one of their girlfriends (it was on the couch) and she bought that. That was the last time I ever hired outcall to my home -- close call.
But I bet that guy is trying to figure out how to avoid security telling his wife that he has escorts over when she's gone away for the night or whatnot.
yeah that pretty much sums it up on why I use incall agencies. Those hotel room fees can sure add up, and bringing it home to where you live has its share of challenges too.
Lol, I don't think he is married his unit is missing feminine touches in regards to interior decorating. However I do think he has a serious gf that may spend the weekends there. I've seen the extra toothbrush in the washroom and a female tank top once. I notice he also gets tensed when I leave doing a quick sweep of the hallway when he escorts me to the door. I suggested he try our in call. He declined saying he does not like to be where everyone else has been. He's nice and has a good sense of humour, I hope his SO does not find out.
Thanks. Who knows if he did? Lol... To the girl that ran away from me all embarrassed. If you're ever in the downtown area again...
Quite a touching story, thanks for sharing Riley. Also thanks to SPJ and Jessica S for your stories. I'm wondering why you each have stayed in the business? Is it purely financial, the adrenalin rush, a true enjoyment for satisfying someone else, curiosity, simply just enjoy sex or something else?
First client working for an agency:
I didn't know what to except at all. I had no ideas that to except, so I wore some hjeans and a silk top...now I realize it was probably not the sexiest thing ever...but oh well. Said client was for 30 minutes and refuse to take shower, claiming he took one just before coming...well he was reeking of something and smelly. I refuse to kiss him and the bbbj was horrible....at best. When we were having sex missionary ,he tried to kiss me but I was turning my head side to side (again remember he was smelling really bad) He kept telling, pretend you love me, pretend you love me....have to said it was rather bad for both of us
First client as an independant:
It was actually an outcall. I posted on another board and CL at the time and he contacted me. We set things up for a Saturday afternoon for one hour.
He was nice, clean. Offer me a glass of wine and some chocolates and was nice and gentle. I am pretty sure he could tell I wasn't use to this.
We then soon reach for the bedroom when we continuing your "usual" GFE. Everything came naturally to me this time. After he came time, was almost up and he offer me a shower and to actually drive me close to wear I live as I took a cab to get to his place and it was quite expensive.
That's how I got hook on being an indy.
I didn't know what to except at all. I had no ideas that to except, so I wore some hjeans and a silk top...now I realize it was probably not the sexiest thing ever...but oh well. Said client was for 30 minutes and refuse to take shower, claiming he took one just before coming...well he was reeking of something and smelly. I refuse to kiss him and the bbbj was horrible....at best. When we were having sex missionary ,he tried to kiss me but I was turning my head side to side (again remember he was smelling really bad) He kept telling, pretend you love me, pretend you love me....have to said it was rather bad for both of us
First client as an independant:
It was actually an outcall. I posted on another board and CL at the time and he contacted me. We set things up for a Saturday afternoon for one hour.
He was nice, clean. Offer me a glass of wine and some chocolates and was nice and gentle. I am pretty sure he could tell I wasn't use to this.
We then soon reach for the bedroom when we continuing your "usual" GFE. Everything came naturally to me this time. After he came time, was almost up and he offer me a shower and to actually drive me close to wear I live as I took a cab to get to his place and it was quite expensive.
That's how I got hook on being an indy.
This is so normal but so sad at the same time.) He kept telling, pretend you love me, pretend you love me.....
Thanks Malika. Yes, poor hygiene would be one big turn off for SP's I would imagine. That and the risk of physical harm would probably be key challenges.
I had no idea what to expect either - it was an outcall and I went in pretty much blind. I actually asked the agency beforehand what I was expected to do and they said "well, we can't really tell you that." Legal reasons perhaps?
I was so nervous I was shaking and told him I was new. He actually guided me along and was very patient with me.
I was so nervous I was shaking and told him I was new. He actually guided me along and was very patient with me.
