I was a second year college student of nineteen, busy putting myself through school. I never had enough money, despite working two jobs and taking out enormous student loans. College is expensive, and I come from a poor background; my family couldn't help pay for a college education.
I guess I'm an attractive girl; not a knockout beauty, but far from ugly. I had a fit body 5'5 tall. My hair was straight and cut at about neck-length, a bit longer than my jaw. I dyed it red, which looked great with my pale skin and green eyes. I had a few light freckles on her nose; my ass was my best feature, fit, tight, but not small.
I often checked for odd jobs on craigslist, looking for any way to get a little extra money. I was well aware of doing adult work, of course, but I could never convince myself to be in an adult film or do adult modeling. The money was always tempting, but I could never bring herself to be on camera. I had always been a good girl, dressed modestly, never really had one night stands.
I was desperate for cash, however, and a lucrative alternative to adult acting presented itself: becoming a part-time escort. I shuddered at the thought of fucking random men for money. It sounded so dirty, so low, so revolting. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't. But tuition was due, and rent, and the bills were piling up. I didn't have enough money; I never had enough money.
On a Friday afternoon I decided I would give escorting a shot, and if it was as bad as I thought it would be, I would stop. I locked the door to my bedroom, which was in the house I shared with three other housemates. I opened my laptop and started to write an ad to post online. I knew that I would need a sexy picture, but every inch of me was terrified. I never took sexual pictures of myself, never sexted. I was a good girl, at least up until now.
I opened my webcam and aimed it at the wall. I took off my t-shirt and jeans and looked through my closet for something sexy, selecting a black thong and black lace bra. Setting the timer on the webcam, I stepped back, trembling as the timer counted down and snapped a picture. I looked at it; I looked nervous and uncomfortable in the image, but it showed what I looked like. Some men might even find the timid nervous look on my young face to be sexy. I shuddered at the thought of the men who were going to be seeing this. I slipped my clothes back on and finished the ad for the escort webpage.
Hello! My name is Rachel. I'm a college student looking for cash to get me through. Feel free to shoot me an email if you want to share some time together! Inquire for details.
I attached the photo I had taken and glanced over the ad, revolted with myself, but I pressed the button to make the ad go live. I quickly slammed the computer shut, shaking.
Soon, maybe a minute later, I heard my phone buzz. I glanced at the screen; a notification from my email read "inquiring".
I stared at it, trembling, my heart pounding in my chest. I opened the email, barely breathing.
"Hello" it read "my name is Chris and I would love to get together when you're available. I'm in town for business. What time and where works for you? And what's your pricing?"
I let out my breath, shuddering as I typed out my reply.
"Hi Chris" I wrote "thanks for your interest! I can be available whenever and wherever you like. As for pricing, I would do $400 for an hour, $750 for the entire night."
I clicked send, more terrified than I can ever remember being in my life. My phone buzzed again. I opened it; another email from Chris.
"That sounds just lovely, I'll start with an hour of your time. I'm staying at the Marriott downtown, room 402. How does tonight at 9 sound?"
I replied, confirming the time and location. I sat on my bed shaking, my head spinning as I started to think about what I had just agreed to do.
I spent almost an hour getting dressed, my stomach filled with butterflies the entire time. I showered and shaved before putting on makeup; dark mascara, eyeliner, lipstick.