I’ve always been sexually deviant. As a child, playing doctor was my favorite game. That’s why it’s not a surprise that I ended up in this profession. It’s only a surprise is that it took me this long.
The truth is I have tried it before, when I was younger. In my early 20′s I ‘went for a walk’ one night. That’s what I refer to it as, the night I went for a walk. It was not the brightest thing I’ve ever done. Between my house and my best friends house was a neighbourhood which was known for trolling, so I walked directly there one night, rather than taking the main road a couple blocks out of the way. I was so incredibly turned on and terrified at the same time. There was a rent-a-cop patrolling the neighbourhood, and he had parked behind me while I walked. At the time, I believed they knew what I was up to, and waiting to bust me. In hindsight, I now believe they were just keeping an eye on me in case I got jumped and gang-raped, as this was not a nice neighbourhood. A car did stop for me, but I just couldn’t do it. The idea of getting into a strangers vehicle was just too dangerous for me to do. When I got home I cried for what I had almost done. I was ashamed and I felt so dirty. I cried, and then I got myself off.
A couple years go by and I continue to explore my sexuality, and learn about myself. I gain confidence in my body. I begin to use dating sites to find men to try new things with. It wasn’t hard to find a guy to fuck, but if that was all he had to offer, I would quickly dismiss him. “You have a cock? Big deal. So does every other guy out there!!!” This journey was completely selfish. I wanted to try everything, fulfill my fantasies, and come up with new ones. I wanted to push the envelope just as far as I could. I won’t say it was fun, but sometimes I look back and wonder how I survived. I put myself in so many sketchy situations. There were a couple opportunities to explore the ‘Hooker Fantasy’, but it was tricky. The dating websites would kick you off if someone reported you. I’ve always had the theory that prostitutes were just smarter sluts. At least they’re not giving it away for free. The first time was amazing though. It was so easy, so much easier than I thought it would be. Not having any clue how any of it cost, I quoted him $100. I now know he got one hell of a deal, but I was glad to have the money. At that point of my life, I was living with my parents barely making it pay cheque to pay cheque. So with this money I was going to splurge!!! I went straight to Tim Horton’s and got an ice cap. A large one. It was the best ice cap I’ve ever had.
That was the last time I did anything like that for a while. I returned to school, and tried to push these deviancies back into the closet. More years go by, and my sexuality continues to be a dominant part of my life, I also continue to live pay cheque to pay cheque. At 27 I found myself with a useless diploma and working a job that is sucking the joy out of my life. Something had to change. So I gave a months notice hoping that in that time I would get a game plan. The escort profession was definitely an option but I just didn’t know how to do it. I don’t consider myself shy, but I just couldn’t bring myself to solicit. It was over tuna tataki with a friend that I found my path. Ange always had money. Lots of money, and she didn’t seem to work that much. I had assumed it was a trust fund, but never asked. It was not my business. But we were talking about various things, and it came out that she was an escort. The words “I want in!” came out of my mouth even before she had finished her sentence. She said no. She said she would never get a friend involved in this business. But I was serious. I told some of my story, and I told her that I was going to do it anyway. I was just afraid to do it through Craigs List or any other way I could think of. So we started the process. She put me in contact with the woman who runs the agency, and I went in for an interview. I found it ironic to have such a conventional hiring process for such an unconventional job. It was amusing.
Turns out the whole process is quite legal. I was surprised. But what surprised me the most is I had to get a license. Like a real plastic photo ID, which I have to carry around with me! I thought it would be funny to really tramp up my make up for the photo, but in the end I had to run straight to city hall from my legit job (and then back again) so I’m in my professional wear. It was disappointing. Lol.
So I’ve been doing this for a month now, and each time I walk through a gentleman’s door, it’s a little exciting, it’s a little scary and I’m always in suspense.
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