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  Sarah picked me up in her car and I gave her £10 towards the petrol. We arrived at this really big house and were met by two small Asian men who looked very wealthy. One looked about thirty-five and the other in his early forties. Straight away one of the men took me by the hand and led me into the large living room. The inside of the house was unbelievable, absolutely stunning. One of the men said that we were all alone in the house as both their families had gone away for a few days. A few drinks later and we were all getting along well. Sarah disappeared into one of the bedrooms with the older of the two and I sat myself down on this huge leather settee next to the younger one. Next he gets up, grabs my hand and leads me into another bedroom. He kisses me and starts to undress me. I’m down to my bra and knickers when he suggests we both get into the bed. As he undresses I slip between the silk blankets to suddenly find the whole bed gently rocking back and forth. I had never been on a waterbed before and it gave me quite a shock.

  I slip my underwear off and wait for him. He undresses in front of me and I realise the guy is hung like a horse. His cock was massive. I couldn’t stop staring at it, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. After a little bit of foreplay he puts on a condom and gets on top of me. He’s pushing himself inside me and at first it feels like he’s trying to shove a thermos flask up me. I try to relax and enjoy it, but he’s thrusting so hard I thought he would split me in half. I manage to turn him over and get on top before I get seasick. That way I’m in control and donkey cock couldn’t rip me to bits.

  He came after about thirty minutes and we both took a few minutes’ rest. Sort of like half-time at a football match. He leaves the room and fetches us both two large drinks. After I drink mine he asks would I kindly give him a blow job. I agree as long as he doesn’t try to choke me with it. Afterwards we just lay there for a while when he politely asks me if I want to take a shower. He points to a door which he tells me is the en suite bathroom. He gets up, opens the door and turns the shower on for me. While I’m in there he comes into the shower cubicle and starts rubbing soap suds all over my body: across my tits, down my body and between my legs and I can see he’s once more starting to get aroused. He leaves to get another condom and before I know it he’s lifted me up onto his dick and is fucking me against the shower cubicle. I wrap my legs and arms around him as my arse is pressed up against the glass as he bangs away. If he hadn’t come when he did I think I would have screamed for him to stop. He was starting to make me sore. Fifteen minutes later we’ve both towelled ourselves dry and join the other two in the living room for a few more drinks.

  Sarah said that it was getting late and we had better get a move on and get home. The two guys left the room and came back in with £450 for each of us. We kissed them both goodbye and off we went. In the car going home Sarah said that it was one of the easiest nights she had ever had. The guy only came once and wanted to cuddle and just talk.

  ‘What are you going to do for the rest of the night, fancy going to get some food?’ Sarah asked.

  ‘No thanks,’ I answered. ‘I’m off home to put my fanny in a bucket of ice. That guy nearly split me up the middle!’

  We both laughed our heads off all the way home.

  The agency phoned me a week later and I started getting regular work from them. The £450 I had earned that night with Sarah wasn’t a one-off as I was now regularly bringing in between £250 to £750. Of course with the £750 I’d stay the night and the customer would expect a repeat performance in the morning. My bills were starting to come down, almost as fast as my knickers were. Within eight months I had left the factory. As most of my work was at night, I found I couldn’t stay awake on the day job, so to speak. Of course I missed my friends but my job was given to a young mother who could use the money more than me.

  I knew what I had become. I didn’t try to convince myself that I was just an escort who happened to fancy a few of the customers and ended up sleeping with them. I had become a prostitute but the good money I was bringing in put paid to any shame I was feeling at the time. It was a means to an end and I didn’t give a shit as long as my debts got sorted.

  Over the years I got to meet a few clients who became regulars. When I say regulars I mean more than twice a year, as most people can’t afford to hire an escort every week or month. Also some of the well-off customers wouldn’t just stick to one girl but would try others. It’s like going into a cake shop for the first time, there are so many different cakes on offer. You’re going to want to try a few before you find out what your tastes are. Most of the clients I’ve met have treated me like a lady but others think I’m some sort of streetwise crackhead hooker. They try to domineer me and sometimes order me around like I’m shit. I stand my ground and tell them they either treat me like a lady or I’m walking. They always see me in a different light after that and apologise.

  I’ve had a few strange customers over the years, like the ‘Train Man’, for instance. He must have been about forty-two and had been living with his ill mother up until a year before I met him. She died and left him a huge house and plenty of money. He had never had a real girlfriend and probably never slept with one. When the agency sent me to his house I found him very timid and a little awkward at first. I had to make most of the conversation because he was so shy. I asked him if he had any hobbies and he told me ever since he was a child he collected model railway stuff and asked me if I’d like to see his train set. I said yes, as nothing else was happening and he was paying for my time. We climbed the stairs right up to the attic and when he switched the light on, in front of me was this gigantic train set with tunnels, stations, houses and everything you could imagine. He started it up and had all these trains running around in perfect synchronicity. I asked him if he had anything to drink and he went downstairs and brought up this great big jug of Malibu and coke. I eventually met him three times in all and never had sex with him once. I’d spend the night getting pissed with him and the only thing I blew was his train whistle! His face would light up when he’d announce out loud what train was turning up at what station and if they had been late. To try and get him interested I would tell him it was too hot in the attic and strip down to my underwear but all he wanted me to do was to stand there waving a flag for the trains to leave the station or pressing buttons for them to change tracks. I would get paid about £200 to just spend a few hours with him playing with his trains and getting pissed. He was a harmless bugger and I hope he’s found someone who shares his interest.

  One customer I had spent most of the night with owed me in the region of £300 as we’d had sex and I’d been to a restaurant and out for a drink with him as well. When he came to settling up he asked if he could have a reduction as I seemed to be enjoying the sex just as much as him. ‘No love,’ I said, ‘I’m just a good actress.’ Anyway he paid me in full and I must have impressed him with my comment because he hired me again a few months later.

  Not so long ago I had sex with one customer who after we got sloshed told me he had a thing about women hairdressers shaving the back of his neck. He would sit in his chair, towel around his shoulders while I used electric clippers on the back of his neck. I would take my time moving the clippers up and down and he was in ecstasy. Then with him turned on we’d rush to his bedroom and shag like fuck. Still can’t figure that one out. He hasn’t phoned for my services again so maybe he’s waiting for his hair to grow longer to get his money’s worth next time.

  The strangest place one customer wanted to have sex with me was in his wife’s car. She had gone away to Blackpool for a few days with some girls from work. He hired me and when it came to having sex he paid me £40 more to go with him into the garage which was attached to the house and fuck him on the back seat of her car. He told me that his wife was a bitch and marriage had been the biggest mistake in his life. She loved the car and the thought of her not knowing that we had been shagging and he had got a blow job in the car made living with the bitch bearable.

  While having sex with a
rich, older customer he insisted on shagging me doggy style. As we got right into it he would suddenly slap me hard on my arse. I told him to stop slapping as he was hurting me and he said, ‘I’ll pay you a hundred and fifty pounds extra if I can do it.’.

  ’Slap away all you want then mate,’ I replied.

  There are some things that some guys do when I’m shagging them that I don’t like. For instance I was riding one guy in reverse, you know with my head pointing towards his feet and my arse towards his face. I was getting right into it when without so much as a ‘may I’ or ‘do you mind if I do this’ he shoved his thumb straight up my bum. I stopped and said, ‘Could you please get your thumb out of my arse?’ and of course he did straight away. I think there should be some sort of warning before you thrust anything up another person’s bum.

  Some customers are just lonely and need someone to talk to. Others want to impress their friends at a work’s party by turning up with a younger woman. Then you have to memorise how the both of you met and how long you’ve been seeing each other, just in case some Sherlock Holmes secretary starts asking questions.

  You’d be surprised how many men use an escort service after their wife has died. Seems like after a few years they realise they need some female company but have been out of the game for so long they have lost their confidence. Even though they are paying for it, going for a meal and back to their house for sex does build up their self-esteem I suppose.

  I’ve never had much to do with drugs but have been to many parties with clients where drugs are freely passed around. Some of the more well-to-do customers have cocaine at hand at all times. It seems the wealthier you are the less chance there is of you getting caught. I’ve been with doctors, businessmen and even college professors who expect you to take a little snort of coke before or during sex. Some are even quite shocked when I refuse. One customer was a regular coke user but seemed to have it under control and was the life and soul of a party. A few months after he hired me he asked the agency for my services once again. When I got to his house I expected to see the same fun guy I had been out with a few months earlier. Was I wrong! He was like a walking skeleton and very jittery. His eyes were sunken and he looked like he hadn’t eaten in a year. His house had become a complete mess with household rubbish covering the floor. I couldn’t wait to get away from him. He was talking shit about how much money he had coming to him from a property deal and how he was going to move abroad to live. I made some excuse about having left my purse in the taxi and fucked off. I phoned the agency and they refunded the client’s money back to his credit card and stopped sending girls to his house.

  Last summer I needed my bathroom completely refitted as it was all rather old and dated. I tried phoning for a plumber locally but they were either busy or away on holiday. I finally got through to one who lived a few miles away who was available and said he was coming around to give me an estimate. When he turned up I realised I had been out with him a few years earlier as an escort. He didn’t say anything about it so I didn’t mention it to him. It took him a week or so to finish the work and he did a great job. When he gave me the bill he said he would knock £180 off if I treated him as good as I did last time. Within minutes we were on my bed, him with his dirty overalls pulled down to his ankles and me with my skirt rolled up riding him. His hands were still covered in dry bathroom sealant as he rubbed them all over my body. Seemed like a good way to spend an otherwise boring afternoon and save money on the bathroom. He was a very good plumber indeed.

  About two years ago, I packed in the agency and went on my own. I placed discreet adverts in certain papers and gave my mobile number out to a few of my existing clients. Now if they have a friend with them and need more than one girl I phone Sarah or one of her friends who help out. I don’t have any major bills now but the extra cash always comes in handy.

  I’ve been extremely lucky that I never ended up in a situation where I wasn’t fully in control, like a man getting violent and attacking me. I always planned that if some weirdo did try and attack me I would scream my head off and smash windows to get someone in the street’s attention. I’ve never stabbed someone but to be honest the first person who tries to hurt me is getting run through with my pocket knife that I carry in my purse. I’d rather stab some freak in the throat than end up chopped up in bin liners.

  Over the years I’ve had many regular boyfriends but I didn’t feel any of them were someone I could settle down with. Last year on holiday in Spain I dated a British bar owner who still phones and asks when I will come and stay with him for a while. We hit it off right from the start and I do look forward to meeting him again.

  Looks like this will hopefully be my last year as an escort. I took a mortgage out on my home a few years ago and with the increase in house prices I stand to make a good earner when I sell up. I may even sell up and buy an apartment in Spain. With the money I’ve managed to save, who knows, maybe I’ll finally settle down with the man of my dreams.

  Chapter 11

  Gerald

  Age: 28

  Cardiff

  I HAVE LIVED in Cardiff all my life. I went to college and studied hard for a few years then went to work on building sites. I’m a bricklayer and a few nights each month I work as a male escort. I have my own home which I share with my two dogs and my family live nearby.

  About four years ago I read an article in a women’s magazine about a lady who was in business and had no time for a permanent relationship. She said that whenever she needed company she would phone an escort agency and meet someone who would treat her like a princess, whenever she felt she needed it. I had just finished with my girlfriend of over three years and she had been contributing to my mortgage so the sudden drop in money made me look around for other work. The Internet had loads of stories about men making good money as escorts so I contacted an agency through their website. They interviewed me on the phone and I emailed them three or four photos for them to get a look at me. The photo they used on their website was one of me fishing off a friend’s yacht. I think maybe some of the women thought I actually owned the yacht.

  At first my family believed I was just getting paid to meet women and have a few drinks with them. I guess over the years my sister must have told them the truth as we never really talk about what I do but now and again my father makes a joke or two about it. They must be cool about it because they have never got on my case over it. Only a few really close friends know what I get up too. They do tend to tease me after a few drinks but I’m OK with that.

  Believe me, I’m just an average-looking guy, nothing special. I don’t have washboard abdominal muscles and I’m not really well-endowed. I’m just pleasant company and I don’t pressurise them into doing something they’ll regret the next day. The job I do most men could easily do, they just need the confidence to make that first step.

  The money aspect varies from client to client but I usually make about £360-plus a night. The agency gets £125 for the introduction but that is done with the client’s credit card and doesn’t affect my fee as I’m always paid in cash. I charge £120 for two hours and each hour after that is a further £50. If I’m booked for the whole day I charge £750. I don’t work unless it’s for two hours or more. All my calls are to the person’s home, public place or hotel. I never bring anyone to my own home.

  Most of the time I have sex with clients though I have met a few who just want to have a nice night out, a few drinks and a meal and just chat about things. Sometimes you’ll find they are going through, or just been through, a divorce and want attention. I guess when the marriage is over there are some cross words spoken and maybe a few insults have struck home. When I’m with a client I really do my best to make them feel special, even if they are overweight or unattractive. After all, they are paying for a nice time and I try to make things pleasant for them. With women, it’s not just about sex. They don’t all jump on me as soon as they open the door. Some feel embarrassed about bringing up the subject so after
a few drinks or some time together they usually ask me about my job. I tell them a few stories and that usually breaks the ice. Later I’ll make a move, like a kiss or put my arm around them, and usually that ends up in the bedroom.

  Sex is in with the price I give them at the beginning of the date, it’s not extra. I couldn’t really take a few hundred off them and then later casually mention that if they want sex they have to pay extra. Every woman I meet knows that sex is in with the date, most people associate escorts with prostitution so even though the agency can’t advertise it, sex is part of my job. It’s just that some choose not to go further than a few drinks and a dance. It’s their money and I’m happy to go along with whatever they want.

  There have been a couple of times when I really didn’t want to have sex. I had to take a client to her company dance and pretend we had been courting for ages. She was really, really overweight and I found it hard to keep up the charade as everyone there seemed to be watching me. Later they all got drunk and seemed to forget about me. Turns out the lady hadn’t had a date in years and they were a bit suspicious of who I was. Luckily for me she was too drunk for sex when I took her home. I just kissed her and said goodnight and she seemed happy with the way the night had gone. I really couldn’t have had sex with her though, she had an arse the size of a house. I’m pretty flexible but she was way too big for me.

  Another client seemed to be argumentative and a little demanding all through the date; I just couldn’t do anything right. Seems her ex-husband had left her for a younger woman and she had a chip on her shoulder. At the restaurant the food wasn’t warm enough, the club we went to was too noisy and the taxi cab smelt of smoke. She had paid me £750 so I was staying the night and had to grin and bear it. At her home we had a few more drinks and went to bed. I really didn’t want to have sex with her as by this time I actually hated her. We made love for an hour and as she lay there in my arms she started to cry and I felt sorry for her. I think maybe she had a distrust or hatred of men after her divorce and couldn’t relax with them. I have met her three times over the last year and she is a completely different woman, she even bought me a few gifts last Christmas. She sent me an email just the other day and told me that she had met a man through her job and they are getting along great. She also thanked me for giving her back her confidence.