Probably one of the most commonly asked questions BCD is "so how did you get into this?" It is a question every provider gets, and depending on their degree of openness, either tell a made up tale, tell the truth, or tell the guy it is none of their business.
For me, becoming a provider was essentially fantasy fulfillment. For a few years prior to becoming an escort, I had supported myself while working on my second college degree by doing phone sex.
Phone sex was a terrific way to pay the bills while going to school. I would be working on a paper, studying, or whatever, the phone would ring, I would breath heavy for a few minutes, earn a couple of bucks, then go back to studying. Easy peasy. Plus, it was alot of fun most of the time too.
So one night, I get a call from this guy. He wanted me to look at Craigslist ads with him and help him pick out a girl. This was long before the CL Killer, and before the media got a hard on for CL. I had heard of Craigslist, but all I ever knew about it was that it was like an online garage sale.
So I asked the guy, what he meant by 'picking out a girl'. He explained that women posted ads on CL for sex for sale. I was floored! So I went online, and lo and behold, here were ads for just every day women, women like myself...and they were selling SEX!!!!!!! I got so excited I actually hung up on the guy!
Now, a little back story here. Odd as it may seem, the idea of being paid for sex, of being a (dare I say it)....whore....had long been a huge turn on for me. That had been a fantasy of mine going back to my teenage years. But I had so many misconceptions about prostitution that it wasn't even funny. Fantasy or not, it had never even occurred to me that it might be something that I could ever, or would ever, do in real life.
So here I am looking at these ads of these women, and immediately I thought to myself.....I could do that!!!!!! So, I hung up on the guy. Sorry anonymous phone sex caller!
So I spent the rest of that evening checking out listings on CL. The next day, I went back and forth.....should I? Did I dare? Of course, the answer was yes, hell yes I have to try it and see. So, I put my first ever ad up on CL, and then waited to see what happened.
Looking back now, I laugh at what a complete idiot I was. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Didn't know what GFE stood for, didn't know any of the terms. I just stuck an ad up and waited to see if reality would live up to fantasy.
Soon, my phone rang. I was so nervous I could barely breath. The guy on the other end of the phone asked me questions that I didn't even know how to answer.
"Is it incall or outcall?" (Huh?? what the hell do those words mean?)
"Umm, I come to you...?"
"Is if full service?" (now THAT I knew the answer to!)
"YES! Yes it is" (big cheesy grin)
"What is the rate?"
Ok, more back story here. Eight years ago, most women didn't include rates in their CL ads. Their ad would get flagged and removed if it mentioned a dollar amount. So I had spent a good hour or more going through one ad after another, trying to figure out what women even charged for sex. I honestly had no idea what was considered a normal rate.
Finally, after going through a ton of ads, I found one that mentioned a rate. The pics on the ad were of a woman so eye wateringly beautiful, that to see her in person would cause an average person to fall to their knees and weep for joy at the gift of sight.
In other words, the pics were fake.
Being new though, it didn't even cross my mind that a woman would use fake pics. (eight years later, I still don't understand that) According to her ad, this goddess of ethereal beauty went for $150 an hour. Well, I am never going to be confused for the wrong end of a horse, but I am no goddess of gorgeousness either. So if this exquisitely beautiful woman was charging $150 for an hour, then I reckoned I needed to aim for a much less lofty per hour rate.
Now then, on with the tale....
Caller asks "What is the rate?" and with the above investigation in mind, I told him that I would happily see him for....
wait for it.....
you guys are going to love this......
$75.00....For an hour.
Hey, it seemed about right to me!
The guy responded "LetmecheckmyschduleandI'llcal lyouback".....and hung up. Meanwhile, I'm holding the phone thinking....err, what did I say wrong??
For the rest of the afternoon, I got call after call, and they all pretty much went just like the above conversation. I began to seriously suspect that I was definitely saying something wrong. What, I couldn't imagine, but something wasn't right!
Finally, late that evening, I got a call from a guy who, bless his heart, was just as clueless as I was. He was in town on business, staying at a nice hotel, and he told me that it had always been his fantasy for a girl to sneak into his room and seduce him, and could I make that happen?
*GULP* "Umm, sure!" I tell him. He gives me his room number and tells me that he is going to leave the door propped open for me. I hang up the phone, spend a few minutes dashing around my apartment like a chicken with my head cut off. What can I say? I was excited, I was scared, the brain circuits weren't exactly firing correctly. Jump in the shower, scrape the legs, scrub a dub. Get out. Dry hair, apply make-up. Time to get dressed up.
Now I am stumped again. I have seen plenty of movies with hookers in them. I know how I am supposed to dress. Something cut up to here, paired with a skimpy top, and cum fuck me heels. Anything involving trace amounts of lycra or spandex would do nicely. I did in fact, have a nice variety of slut wear. However, it also occurred to me that if I walked into a hotel dressed like that, I was likely to get chucked out on my ear. So....what to do? What to do?
I settled for a short skirt, no panties (who needs em anyways?), conservative top, and pumps.
Ok, now I'm ready. Breath. Make the legs work. Walk to the car. Get in the car, drive. Get to the hotel. Try not to look confused and like an idiot walking through the lobby. Don't pass out. Get to the door. The door is propped open just as he said it would be.
I'm standing outside his door practically panting. I can't seem to catch my breath. Hand to God, I wasn't sure if I was going to orgasm or pass out, or maybe both. I could, quite literally, feel myself running down my legs. Knees were shaking, my chest was heaving, I was scared shitless but at the same time I had never been more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
Push the door open, and its pitch black. I walk in, stop at the bathroom to turn the bathroom light on. Now I can at least see a little bit. I walk into the room, and I see a dark shape lying on the bed. Incredibly, he had actually fallen asleep waiting for me. I stand there agonizing. Now what do I do? Get naked? Well, that seems like a logical idea. So I strip down, sat the condoms I had stopped to pick up on the nightstand, noticed the money sitting there when I did. Climbed into bed beside him. He stirred and gave a fuzzy "hey" when I touched him. I tried to say hello back, but I was so keyed up, nothing but a squeak came out.
Now, again, I was stumped. I have seen Pretty Woman. I know I'm not supposed to kiss. But I couldn't figure out how to go straight from "hey" to a blow job. Still can't do that. I just have to kiss. So I leaned in and started kissing him. I expected him to pull back and say "hey lady, what the hell are you doing?" But he didn't. He kissed me back instead.
I moved down and began a blow job. He seemed to like that. I kept going, and waited for him to tell me what he wanted. He was paying for this after all. Nothing. I could tell he was having fun, but he did ask about "full service" on the phone so.....finally I reached over, grabbed a condom and climbed on top.
Swear to God, that was the hottest two minutes of sex I have ever had in my life!
If there was a guy in the room next to his he was surely thinking "Lucky SOB!", and if there was a chick in the next room, she was surely thinking "oh yeah, she is SO faking it!". Ok, maybe it lasted a little longer than two minutes. All I know is that I howled to the moon that night.
After it was over, I laid down beside him and told him that was my first time as an escort. "Really?" He asked, and his voice said "yeah right, I bet you tell all the guys that" LOL. Then, came the next dilemma. Was I supposed to stay for the whole hour? Was he wondering why in the hell I didn't get dressed and leave so he could go to sleep? Again, being new, and being an idiot, I had no idea what I was supposed to do. He mentioned a headache, so I offered a back rub. After a few minutes of that, he started nodding off, so I took that as my cue. I bent over and kissed his cheek, told him thanks for a wonderful memory, then gathered up the cash on the night stand and left. Well, I got dressed too. Then I left.
The next day, I sat around waiting for reality to set in. I was waiting to be shocked, or horrified, or ashamed, or.....something. All I could think of was "I have GOT to do that again!". Thank God, soon after that I met some wonderful men who helped me find websites, review sites, so that I could properly learn the ropes of my new avocation.
It has been exactly 8 years to the day since that first experience. I am still loving what I do, and have absolutely no regrets from that day nor any day since then.
So, thank you to all the gentlemen who have given me so many memories, and of course, I am looking forward to more memories in the years to come!
