So, I did it. I met with an agency. Thought that would be harder. I did some research on the internet and finally found an agency that seemed high-class and very professional to me. After sending them some pictures, they invited me to their office to get to know me. I must admit: I was pretty excited before I arrived there. There were so many thoughts in my head: Will it be a serious one? Will I have to talk to an actual "pimp"? Will they kidnap me and sell me into white slavery? In the end, it was all very casual. Actually, we were sitting in garden, in the sun, having a drink and talking business. I even felt quite comfortable, as if I was having something between a date, a coffee with a friend and a job interview. After what felt like hours of talking and sharing a lot of intimate details (Are your breasts natural? Would you do anal? How about having a threesome with two girls and a guy? Which I all answered with Yes :)), I even got kind of a contract. It took me some days to digest what had just happened. I somehow couldn't believe that I had really taken that step.
My "pimp" in spe explained me how we would move along from this meeting: First of all, he would have to find me a first "date". Preferably, a regular client he's familiar with and that would be the ideal volunteer for me. He also explained that a lot of his client were actually looking for that kind of experience, which means "being the first". It's funny, isn't? You're a whore but they treat you like a virgin. So, after some first "try-outs" I would have to decide if I want to keep on doing this. If I was escort material and had "talent", they would send me to Germany to meet with their photographer and do a professional shooting for the website. I already took a look at the other girls there and I have to say that it's all sexy but still very tasteful. My pimp also said the shooting costed 1000 EUR and I had to contribute 50% to it. THIS was the one thing that made me a little bit suspicious. I mean, why do I have to pay for the shooting? I'm not a regular in this business so I really don't know what to think about it. Anyway, we'll see. After the shooting my pictures would go online and then ... $$$ ... Well, actually my pimp explained to me that the summer time was always difficult with clients! WTF? Honestly said, I'm a bit pissed. Our meeting was over a week ago and still nothing. Not that I am too keen to throw myself on the next stranger and have sex with him for money but as long as I don't do it, I won't believe that this is really happening. Also, I haven't had sex for over a month now and it feels like forever. And though all this has been going so smooth I feel a little bit uneasy. I'm under the impression that something's not right. I mean how long do I have to wait until my first client comes along? And once I'm in the business will it be like this all the time?
Sonntag, 30. Mai 2010
Samstag, 8. Mai 2010
Fucking Europe?
Yes. Fucking Europe. Literally.
The idea to create this blog has been in my head for some time. I want to share my thoughts, my ideas and my experiences with you, I want you to escort me on this journey I'm about to start. And I just spilled it: It's about being an escort.
The juicy thing is: I'm not an escort. Well, not yet. But I decided to become one. And I think that this could be much more interesting than the existing blogs where women tell their stories, especially their bad experiences and how they finally managed to get out of this industry.
This blog is going to tell the story from a different angle. It's not about warning girls not to start this kind of job. It's not about telling girls they should quit. It's not about trying to turn men on so that they become my clients.
It's about my journey and it's real. And it's just about to start. I'm excited, I'm afraid and I want to share this. I don't want to feel like I'm all alone. Maybe I'm just naive - but let's get started anyway.
I just moved to Brussels, the EUROPEAN CAPITAL, two months ago. Yes, I admit, this has inspired me to name my blog. Because literally, I will be fucking Europe. I don't have a clue about the escort business yet but I'm sure most of the clients are international business men or working in high positions within the EU. In short, people with money. But it's not only their money that I want.
There's another reason why I'm up to dive into this mysterious world. The MYSTERY. I have read a lot of blogs about this topic. I needed to do some research, not only for my professional engagement but as well because I wanted to get a glimpse what other women write about their experiences. Most of what I read was rather danting: Unexperienced, young girls, from a poor family background, with no education and sometimes even having kids and raising them on their own. They get into financial trouble and suddenly there's no other exit strategy than joining the escort business. They do it because they need to pay their rent or their kids' school - although they dislike having sex in general, and the thought of doing it with strangers makes them want to throw up. They despise the industry, they despise the other women that do this kind of work, they despise their clients. They do it anyway, for the money. Eventually, they get used to it and become a successful escort. But still their starting point is different from mine.
Of course the money plays a role in making this decision. But it's not the only reason. I'm not in a financial crisis, I actually have a great job and although it doesn't make me a millionaire it allows me to pay for my monthly expenses and even some luxuries like travel, furniture and designer clothing and acessories from time to time. If a stranger wanted to describe me, he would probably say that I look and I act like a young successful business woman coming from a good family. And this comes probably closest to who I am right now. Don't understand me wrong - I'm kind of happy with my life. I have a good job, a great family and friends and I mostly spent time on the sunny side of life. But still ... there's something wrong.
It's the certainty that if I continue to live my life like this not much will change nor happen. Every couple of years my salary will raise and I will probably get a bigger apartment or a house someday. My relationship will turn into a marriage and I will have kids. I will get promoted or transfer to a different company, having a leading position one day. And that's it.
I know - reading this the majority of people would say I'm nuts and that I should be happy and grateful. Is there something wrong with me? I don't think so. I'm just curious about this other secret world out there. All those men, being super rich and sometimes married with kids, having enough opportunities to sleep with attractive women all over the world - why do they book escorts? What do they see in escorts? Why don't they pick up a girl from the red light district, give her some money and have sex with her? Why book a girl for dinner, overnight stays or vacation?
It's an enthrallment for me. And I'm willing to let myself get consumed by it. Stay tuned.
The idea to create this blog has been in my head for some time. I want to share my thoughts, my ideas and my experiences with you, I want you to escort me on this journey I'm about to start. And I just spilled it: It's about being an escort.
The juicy thing is: I'm not an escort. Well, not yet. But I decided to become one. And I think that this could be much more interesting than the existing blogs where women tell their stories, especially their bad experiences and how they finally managed to get out of this industry.
This blog is going to tell the story from a different angle. It's not about warning girls not to start this kind of job. It's not about telling girls they should quit. It's not about trying to turn men on so that they become my clients.
It's about my journey and it's real. And it's just about to start. I'm excited, I'm afraid and I want to share this. I don't want to feel like I'm all alone. Maybe I'm just naive - but let's get started anyway.
I just moved to Brussels, the EUROPEAN CAPITAL, two months ago. Yes, I admit, this has inspired me to name my blog. Because literally, I will be fucking Europe. I don't have a clue about the escort business yet but I'm sure most of the clients are international business men or working in high positions within the EU. In short, people with money. But it's not only their money that I want.
There's another reason why I'm up to dive into this mysterious world. The MYSTERY. I have read a lot of blogs about this topic. I needed to do some research, not only for my professional engagement but as well because I wanted to get a glimpse what other women write about their experiences. Most of what I read was rather danting: Unexperienced, young girls, from a poor family background, with no education and sometimes even having kids and raising them on their own. They get into financial trouble and suddenly there's no other exit strategy than joining the escort business. They do it because they need to pay their rent or their kids' school - although they dislike having sex in general, and the thought of doing it with strangers makes them want to throw up. They despise the industry, they despise the other women that do this kind of work, they despise their clients. They do it anyway, for the money. Eventually, they get used to it and become a successful escort. But still their starting point is different from mine.
Of course the money plays a role in making this decision. But it's not the only reason. I'm not in a financial crisis, I actually have a great job and although it doesn't make me a millionaire it allows me to pay for my monthly expenses and even some luxuries like travel, furniture and designer clothing and acessories from time to time. If a stranger wanted to describe me, he would probably say that I look and I act like a young successful business woman coming from a good family. And this comes probably closest to who I am right now. Don't understand me wrong - I'm kind of happy with my life. I have a good job, a great family and friends and I mostly spent time on the sunny side of life. But still ... there's something wrong.
It's the certainty that if I continue to live my life like this not much will change nor happen. Every couple of years my salary will raise and I will probably get a bigger apartment or a house someday. My relationship will turn into a marriage and I will have kids. I will get promoted or transfer to a different company, having a leading position one day. And that's it.
I know - reading this the majority of people would say I'm nuts and that I should be happy and grateful. Is there something wrong with me? I don't think so. I'm just curious about this other secret world out there. All those men, being super rich and sometimes married with kids, having enough opportunities to sleep with attractive women all over the world - why do they book escorts? What do they see in escorts? Why don't they pick up a girl from the red light district, give her some money and have sex with her? Why book a girl for dinner, overnight stays or vacation?
It's an enthrallment for me. And I'm willing to let myself get consumed by it. Stay tuned.
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