This is a true personal account of how I became an escort and my experience with my first client.
When I was 19 years old, I fell on difficult times. The specifics are irrelevant so to put it simply, I needed money. I had a friend/acquaintance who was a bit older than me who I knew worked as an escort and she suggested helping me get work, I declined at first, but eventually realised that with no other discernible skills, I had to go for it. So I agreed.
She set up an online profile and said she would handle the running of it for me, and would allow me to use her place to see clients. But initially it was going a lot slower than I had anticipated. I would nervously check my phone waiting for that call to tell me it was time, but it didn't come. After nearly two weeks with no luck I began to think it wouldn't happen, which was both a huge dent to my money woes, and my confidence!
Finally, I got the call. My friend rang me and told me I'd been booked. I had my first client.
I went to her place and began getting ready. She had gone out so I was left alone with my thoughts and insecurities.
What if I can't go through with it?
What if he is someone I know?
What if he doesn't like me?
The last one reverberated around my head the most. I stood naked in the mirror after showering, wondering if I was really worth paying for. I have a pretty face, a night smile and bright green eyes that are often complimented, but it was my body I really worried about. I was a curvy girl. Not quite BBW, but definitely chubby. Large full breasts and a big fat bum, unfortunately with the belly to match. What if he just walked away after seeing me in person?
Once dried off I got dressed into the sexiest outfit I owned. Black stockings with a striped black and white trim, a black thong and a black and white corset to accentuate my best assets, while also hiding my flaws! Topped off with a robe, light make up and my long dark hair straightened. Preparation all done, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
It felt like an eternity. I had gotten ready too early and was left doing nothing just waiting and wondering. I was most curious what he would like. I knew no details at all: ethnicity, age, height, weight. These all remained a mystery. As I pondered about the different type of man it may be, the doorbell finally rang. He was here.
I answered the door and croaked out a "hi" to the man standing before me. He smiled and said hello back and came in, me leading the way up to the bedroom. In my mind I had created all these different physical extremes of people it may be. An old man with a big grey beard and no teeth. Or a young geeky guy looking for his first time. The reality was much different. He was just...an average boring guy. Mid 30s, short dark thinning hair, brown eyes. He wasn't ugly, nor was he handsome, not tall or particularly short either. If you saw him in the street you wouldn't look twice. He was completely unremarkable.
Upstairs the money changed hands and it was time to get down to business. At least it should have been. This being my first time in this kind of situation, I had no idea how to start. So I just sat on the edge of the bed and he sat beside me.
"Are you new to this?" He asked, surprisingly genuine warmth in his voice.
"Yeah," I nervously chuckled in response.
"Should I take the lead then?" He inquired as we made strong eye contact for the first time. I nodded, feeling my heart rate increase. He smiled at me and replied