So there I was, once again in Lauren's car and being driven to my second hotel of the day. Over the years I have become quite knowledgeable about the various hotels in my area, but at the time, was so sure that as we walked in, that the front desk person knew exactly what we were there for.
Rest assured, the hotel front desk people simply do not care who you are or why you're walking through the front door. Most nights, you're lucky if they bother to look up with a friendly hello.
In the elevator, Lauren gives me a few more details. If I'm not comfortable, just look at her and tell her I left something in the car and she'll get me out of there immediately. Otherwise, try to pretend she's not there. She knows this guy, "Bill", well and according to her, he's a great guy to break me in with.
Oh, I was shaking like you would not believe as I knocked on room 224 (yes, I remember that still!). Part of me wanted to throw up, but somehow I managed to remain calm and stand there smiling. The door opened almost immediately and we both walked in.
Fact: You never know what the person on the other side of the door is going to look like, and even if they are 80 years old with sagging wrinkled skin and liver spots, you still have to treat them as though they are the sexiest man you ever seen. (Hardest hour of my life, that one was...)
Thankfully, Bill appeared normal. He looked to be about mid-30s, clean cut, average build. He was smiling, and immediately I felt a little more at ease. He welcomed me to the club, looked over at Lauren and said I looked like a keeper already, and handed me the money.
Lauren just smiled at both of us, told us to pretend she wasn't there, and perched herself on a chair in the corner of the room. Oh yeah, she was going to be present for the entire hour.
Every nerve came back. I found myself giggling nervously and asking Bill if he'd like to get more comfortable, and if he wanted me to use oil for the massage or not. He said yes, and he asked me what my terms on tipping were.
It was like a test! I had no idea what the answer was, but I smiled back at him and asked him what he had in mind. Bill loved a girl in lingerie, and he offered me an additional $75 dollars to take my top off and do the massage in my jeans and in my bra.
Well hell, I could do that. Off came the shirt and we got down to business. Bill truly just wanted a massage and some conversation. I'm not sure if that's because Lauren was sitting 10 feet away or not, but I didn't care, I doubted I would have been able to do more than I was anyway. I worked on his back, his legs, his shoulders; all the while listening as he talked about the game of golf he had played earlier that day and how he was anxious to send his son off on his first sleepaway camp trip later that week. He asked me about myself, and I before I knew it, I found myself creating Casey's life story.
Casey was originally from Chicago, an art history major, and had just moved to the area because her boyfriend had accepted a job here and we were young and in love so of course she followed him here. Natrually, two months later they had broken up, and not being financially stable on her own, poor Casey was left to fend for herself.
It was a story I would tell endlessly, sometimes changing a few details here and there, but I quickly learned it was wise to keep the same story. I'm horrible with remembering faces, and if I saw someone once and then again three months later and told them a different story than before...well that's not good!
Bill loved my story, but Bill wasn't stupid either. He just laughed and told me with that story and with my big blue eyes, I was sure to be able to work the whole package for additional tips from the older guys who always felt the need to take care of younger girls. He then told me I had done exceptionally well for a first timer, that I didn't seem nervous at all, and then he thanked me for the massage.
On our way out the door, he handed me another $40 dollars and told me he'd definitely be interested in seeing me again...without the chaperone. Then he handed Lauren $50 dollars and told her not to let me get away. We said good night and Lauren and I were on our way.
Once in the car, I was stunned. The appointment had lasted, if most, 35 minutes and I had just made $180. Lauren had pocketed $115. In less time than it would take to watch an episode of Law and Order.
Oh yeah, I was hooked.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 19, 2010
The First Day
Before I continue my story, let me assure you of a few things. I come from a very stable family. My parents have been happily married for 30 years, I have a younger sister.. we are for all intents and purposes, one of those perfectly happy families. I do not have a drug problem (I've never smoked a cigarette!), I've never been in an abusive relationship - I am not now, nor have I ever been what you would label as some stereotypical hooker you would laugh at and throw pennies to on the corner. That's not the case at all. As (if) you read on you will see and possibly understand, why I did what I've done, and why I don't regret any of it.
Moving on.
So when we last left off, I was sitting at a table with Lauren and not twenty minutes after meeting her, she was asking me if I was ready for my very first appointment. Was I?
You're damn right I was!
Oh, I was a nervous wreck, but before I could stop myself I was nodding my head and agreeing to go out and do... well, I didn't know what I was about to do, actually.
Lauren was amazing, as odd as that sounds. She asked me if I'd prefer she accompany me on this appointment, and again, I said yes before I could stop myself. So we left my car at the restaurant and she drove us to the motel I was to meet this guy at. On the way there, she filled me in on how to behave, what to say, and more of her rules which really, weren't rules, but more suggestions.
As she explained it to me, this appointment was going to be $130 for the hour. $65 of that amount would go to her, and the rest would be mine. For that price, I was only to do a massage. If I wanted to do anything else (and it was purely up to me), that would be additional tipping, which I could set at whatever rate I wanted.. and that money was solely mine.
Are you kidding me? I had no idea what I should be "charging" these guys! Lauren must have seen the look of panic on my face and she offered up a few suggestions.
An additional $50 to go topless.
Another $20 if they wanted to touch.
Round it up to an even $100 for the "full" massage aka happy ending.
My mind was whirling at this point... seriously? A guy would be willing to pay $260 dollars just for that? Lauren laughed and assured me that once I was more comfortable and knew what I was doing, I would be very surprised at what a guy would pay for certain things.
Needless to say, I was intrigued.
So here we were at the hotel and in the parking lot waiting; and she's advising me of things I should keep in my car, and that I should have a specific bag for appointments - a hand towl, baby oil, antibacterial wipes, a hair brush... pretty standard actually.
Unfortunately, the guy never showed up. Little did I know at that point that for every 5 appointments made, maybe 2 of them will actually go through. Guys, though willing to pay assloads of money for minutes of time; are also very nervous creatures who love the idea of an adult massage but can't quite make themselves follow through.
So yes, my very first appointment was a no-show. I quickly got used to that. However, as we were driving back to my car, another phone call came in with the request to see a young blonde later that evening. Lauren asked if I wanted to try again and I found that I really did.
We agreed to meet at a specific location at a designated time and once again, she would go with me. In the meantime, I was off to the store to buy a few supplies.
Yes, this guy did show up. How did it go? Well, that's another story.
Moving on.
So when we last left off, I was sitting at a table with Lauren and not twenty minutes after meeting her, she was asking me if I was ready for my very first appointment. Was I?
You're damn right I was!
Oh, I was a nervous wreck, but before I could stop myself I was nodding my head and agreeing to go out and do... well, I didn't know what I was about to do, actually.
Lauren was amazing, as odd as that sounds. She asked me if I'd prefer she accompany me on this appointment, and again, I said yes before I could stop myself. So we left my car at the restaurant and she drove us to the motel I was to meet this guy at. On the way there, she filled me in on how to behave, what to say, and more of her rules which really, weren't rules, but more suggestions.
As she explained it to me, this appointment was going to be $130 for the hour. $65 of that amount would go to her, and the rest would be mine. For that price, I was only to do a massage. If I wanted to do anything else (and it was purely up to me), that would be additional tipping, which I could set at whatever rate I wanted.. and that money was solely mine.
Are you kidding me? I had no idea what I should be "charging" these guys! Lauren must have seen the look of panic on my face and she offered up a few suggestions.
An additional $50 to go topless.
Another $20 if they wanted to touch.
Round it up to an even $100 for the "full" massage aka happy ending.
My mind was whirling at this point... seriously? A guy would be willing to pay $260 dollars just for that? Lauren laughed and assured me that once I was more comfortable and knew what I was doing, I would be very surprised at what a guy would pay for certain things.
Needless to say, I was intrigued.
So here we were at the hotel and in the parking lot waiting; and she's advising me of things I should keep in my car, and that I should have a specific bag for appointments - a hand towl, baby oil, antibacterial wipes, a hair brush... pretty standard actually.
Unfortunately, the guy never showed up. Little did I know at that point that for every 5 appointments made, maybe 2 of them will actually go through. Guys, though willing to pay assloads of money for minutes of time; are also very nervous creatures who love the idea of an adult massage but can't quite make themselves follow through.
So yes, my very first appointment was a no-show. I quickly got used to that. However, as we were driving back to my car, another phone call came in with the request to see a young blonde later that evening. Lauren asked if I wanted to try again and I found that I really did.
We agreed to meet at a specific location at a designated time and once again, she would go with me. In the meantime, I was off to the store to buy a few supplies.
Yes, this guy did show up. How did it go? Well, that's another story.
Feb 16, 2010
In the Beginning...
I'm sure it's the same story as every other girl. I was 23, fresh out of college, and didn't have a clue as to what I wanted to do with my life. I was a manager in a clothing store, and wanted nothing more to be out of the retail world. There weren't a lot of other options in my town though, and I couldn't just up and quit without another source of income; I was paying rent, a car payment, and random utility bills... money didn't exactly grow on trees for me.
One day, out of pure curiosity, I opened up the local phone book to the yellow pages and skimmed the “adult entertainment” section. Did I want to be a hooker? No, absolutely not! An escort on the other hand? That I could do; I could get all dressed up and do my hair and make up and let the upscale gentlemen in our fair town show me off at business dinners and the like. And if I made $400 a night? Even better.
I didn't become an escort though. After two phone calls with two “owners”, I knew that it was not for me. Now, don't get the wrong idea about me, I was by no means... hmm... naïve about the situation I was about to put myself in. I wasn't expecting to go into any of this and expect to not have to do something with the gentlemen who were paying for my time... I just wanted to keep it on the legal side.
Adult Massage. The words stared up at me from the pages of the phone book and I thought about it for a whole three minutes before I picked up my phone and dialed the number.
The lady who answered the phone had an extremely pleasant voice, I immediately liked her, and knew she wasn't shady, as the others I had spoken to. I asked her if she was doing any hiring, told her that I had never done this before, but was very interested in it.
She said she was in fact hiring, but what she was looking for was a younger girl, blonde with blue eyes and maybe some curves.
Well, how about that? At the time, I was 23 but could easily pass for younger if needed, blonde with bright blue eyes and a 36D. I told her this; she laughed and asked when I could start.
To say I was a bit taken aback was putting it lightly. But I realized it was either take the plunge or not, and knowing that the check I had written for the electric and gas bill was likely to bounce if I didn't do something quick, I knew what I had to do. I asked her when she was available to meet with me. We agreed upon a time later that afternoon, at a local restaurant. I asked how I would know who she was, she said she'd know me by my description, otherwise, I wasn't what she was looking for.
Two hours later, I sat in a restaurant booth sipping water nervously and waiting for … well, I didn't know who I was waiting for! She showed up exactly on time though, and sat down right across from me and said, “You are exactly what I'm looking for.”
We were off to a good start.
Now, when you think of “Madams” there's a certain image that will pop into your brain. At least, that was the case with me... but maybe I had watched The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas one too many times, or watched too many late night shows on Cinemax. The lady who sat down across the table from me was not 6 feet tall with long black hair, perfect skin and an amazing body.
Lauren, as she introduced herself (*note, she actually introduced herself as Angie, who I would find out two weeks later was in fact, one of the other girls and not herself... Lauren was, if anything, a genius at protecting her identity until she knew she could trust you.). Anyways, Lauren was in her mid-30's and yes, she was very pretty, but she was more on the plain side. Her hair was curly, her teeth slightly crooked, and she had lines around her eyes. She wasn't super skinny, but probably weighed somewhere in the 140s-150s... curvy as hell though.
She explained to me right off the bat her rules, and her rules were simple.
1.Don't dress like a slut. You want to be able to blend in and not call attention to yourself. The last thing you need is someone to recognize you days later while you're out to brunch with your boyfriend.
2.Always carry your cell phone when you say you're available to work, and always be available to be anywhere in town within 45 minutes, 30 would be better. If something comes up and you can't be available, call and let her know; it was as simple as that.
3.No drugs. The second she found out one of her girls was was doing drugs, they stopped getting appointments.
4.No sex. See rule #3.
5.Above all, be classy.
By this point, I still wasn't sure that this was something I wanted to do, but I found myself really liking Lauren. I could see myself working for her, and as she continued talking, it really didn't seem like such a bad thing to do after all.
The way she ran her business was simple. She did all of the advertising, had the business listed as an LLC, and had a separate phone line. The calls would come in, she would describe to the caller who was available, and they could pick who they wanted to see. She would set up the time of the appointment, the location (we would either meet them at their residence, provided they lived alone, or at one of several hotels in the area), and then call that particular girl with all of the information she would need for the appointment.
I was fascinated as she went on to talk about pay rates and her percentages. Again, it was very simple. A standard hour would cost the gentleman $130... for the massage ONLY. Anything additional would be tipping and was up to the discretion of the girl. If we were to provide a location, or had to drive more than 20 minutes, the price went up to $150. Generally, it was cash only, but if they wanted to pay by check or credit card, and the funds were present in their account, the rate was $160.
Anonymity was key. Never were we to use our own names or provide any identifying details about ourselves. While my town was big in some ways, it wasn't in others; everyone knew everyone. The last thing you would want is to give some a guy a rubdown, only to learn he was the brother of your best friend's boyfriend.
And yes, that has happened.
We were still talking and her phone rang. She answered it very sweetly with a “Hello, may I help you?” And then listed the details to the caller. She was in the middle of giving descriptions of the girls working and suddenly, she winked at me. Before I knew what she was doing, I heard her say, “And today you're in luck, I have Casey starting on her very first day! Casey is blonde with blue eyes, she's 5'5, weighs 120 pounds, she's very curvy!”
I can't even imagine what the look on my face must have been – I hadn't decided yet if I was going to do this or not! Lauren went on talking, even I could tell that she knew who this guy was and that he was a regular of sorts. “Yes, she's gorgeous,” she said into the phone with another wink at me. “In one hour?” She looked at me directly. “Let me see if she's available then.”
Was I available in one hour? I took a deep breath and made my decision. I nodded firmly and she smiled brightly at me. “Casey is available and will see you in an hour.” She put the phone down and looked at me. “Are you ready?” she asked with a smirk.
That was a damn good question.
One day, out of pure curiosity, I opened up the local phone book to the yellow pages and skimmed the “adult entertainment” section. Did I want to be a hooker? No, absolutely not! An escort on the other hand? That I could do; I could get all dressed up and do my hair and make up and let the upscale gentlemen in our fair town show me off at business dinners and the like. And if I made $400 a night? Even better.
I didn't become an escort though. After two phone calls with two “owners”, I knew that it was not for me. Now, don't get the wrong idea about me, I was by no means... hmm... naïve about the situation I was about to put myself in. I wasn't expecting to go into any of this and expect to not have to do something with the gentlemen who were paying for my time... I just wanted to keep it on the legal side.
Adult Massage. The words stared up at me from the pages of the phone book and I thought about it for a whole three minutes before I picked up my phone and dialed the number.
The lady who answered the phone had an extremely pleasant voice, I immediately liked her, and knew she wasn't shady, as the others I had spoken to. I asked her if she was doing any hiring, told her that I had never done this before, but was very interested in it.
She said she was in fact hiring, but what she was looking for was a younger girl, blonde with blue eyes and maybe some curves.
Well, how about that? At the time, I was 23 but could easily pass for younger if needed, blonde with bright blue eyes and a 36D. I told her this; she laughed and asked when I could start.
To say I was a bit taken aback was putting it lightly. But I realized it was either take the plunge or not, and knowing that the check I had written for the electric and gas bill was likely to bounce if I didn't do something quick, I knew what I had to do. I asked her when she was available to meet with me. We agreed upon a time later that afternoon, at a local restaurant. I asked how I would know who she was, she said she'd know me by my description, otherwise, I wasn't what she was looking for.
Two hours later, I sat in a restaurant booth sipping water nervously and waiting for … well, I didn't know who I was waiting for! She showed up exactly on time though, and sat down right across from me and said, “You are exactly what I'm looking for.”
We were off to a good start.
Now, when you think of “Madams” there's a certain image that will pop into your brain. At least, that was the case with me... but maybe I had watched The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas one too many times, or watched too many late night shows on Cinemax. The lady who sat down across the table from me was not 6 feet tall with long black hair, perfect skin and an amazing body.
Lauren, as she introduced herself (*note, she actually introduced herself as Angie, who I would find out two weeks later was in fact, one of the other girls and not herself... Lauren was, if anything, a genius at protecting her identity until she knew she could trust you.). Anyways, Lauren was in her mid-30's and yes, she was very pretty, but she was more on the plain side. Her hair was curly, her teeth slightly crooked, and she had lines around her eyes. She wasn't super skinny, but probably weighed somewhere in the 140s-150s... curvy as hell though.
She explained to me right off the bat her rules, and her rules were simple.
1.Don't dress like a slut. You want to be able to blend in and not call attention to yourself. The last thing you need is someone to recognize you days later while you're out to brunch with your boyfriend.
2.Always carry your cell phone when you say you're available to work, and always be available to be anywhere in town within 45 minutes, 30 would be better. If something comes up and you can't be available, call and let her know; it was as simple as that.
3.No drugs. The second she found out one of her girls was was doing drugs, they stopped getting appointments.
4.No sex. See rule #3.
5.Above all, be classy.
By this point, I still wasn't sure that this was something I wanted to do, but I found myself really liking Lauren. I could see myself working for her, and as she continued talking, it really didn't seem like such a bad thing to do after all.
The way she ran her business was simple. She did all of the advertising, had the business listed as an LLC, and had a separate phone line. The calls would come in, she would describe to the caller who was available, and they could pick who they wanted to see. She would set up the time of the appointment, the location (we would either meet them at their residence, provided they lived alone, or at one of several hotels in the area), and then call that particular girl with all of the information she would need for the appointment.
I was fascinated as she went on to talk about pay rates and her percentages. Again, it was very simple. A standard hour would cost the gentleman $130... for the massage ONLY. Anything additional would be tipping and was up to the discretion of the girl. If we were to provide a location, or had to drive more than 20 minutes, the price went up to $150. Generally, it was cash only, but if they wanted to pay by check or credit card, and the funds were present in their account, the rate was $160.
Anonymity was key. Never were we to use our own names or provide any identifying details about ourselves. While my town was big in some ways, it wasn't in others; everyone knew everyone. The last thing you would want is to give some a guy a rubdown, only to learn he was the brother of your best friend's boyfriend.
And yes, that has happened.
We were still talking and her phone rang. She answered it very sweetly with a “Hello, may I help you?” And then listed the details to the caller. She was in the middle of giving descriptions of the girls working and suddenly, she winked at me. Before I knew what she was doing, I heard her say, “And today you're in luck, I have Casey starting on her very first day! Casey is blonde with blue eyes, she's 5'5, weighs 120 pounds, she's very curvy!”
I can't even imagine what the look on my face must have been – I hadn't decided yet if I was going to do this or not! Lauren went on talking, even I could tell that she knew who this guy was and that he was a regular of sorts. “Yes, she's gorgeous,” she said into the phone with another wink at me. “In one hour?” She looked at me directly. “Let me see if she's available then.”
Was I available in one hour? I took a deep breath and made my decision. I nodded firmly and she smiled brightly at me. “Casey is available and will see you in an hour.” She put the phone down and looked at me. “Are you ready?” she asked with a smirk.
That was a damn good question.
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