Previously mentioned, I spent my teens working in my mother’s brothel as a receptionist. My day consisted of answering telephones while trying to sound alluring in a provocative sexy whisper (hindsight tells me my young innocent girlie voice was what probably what caught punters attention), and booking appointments etc. It was a fairly easy job and not many difficulties arose. If there was any it was mainly from the sour puss pampered girls themselves who didn’t like being told by a 16 year old what to do or who to fuck. And, sometimes my boyfriend would ring as a joke pretending to be a customer to trick me into describing the girls, which made me feel embarrassed but no doubt turned him on as he would have a massive laugh.
Prostitution is easy money. It doesn’t matter whether you’re selling your body or being the middleman. My opinion is that the cost is way too over priced. However, being such a costly 30-60 minuets, I was intrigued about what all the fuss. Eventually in my early twenties I toyed with the idea of hiring a male prostitute. Having shared my curiosity with my sister’s boyfriend during a drug fuelled night he offered to help set this up and pay. After searching we couldn’t find anyone who visited only women so to my disappointment I dropped the idea. Male escorts at this time were all male for males.
Then about ten years later during a drug fuelled evening, the subject was brought up again, with my sister boyfriend, well now ex boyfriend. He again offered to pay so I thought “why not”? But this time I’d try a women. The escort was an exotic beauty from Africa. Her legs were as long a the Nile and skin tasted of chocolate (silly me thought: shit, blacks girls really do taste of chocolate! But turns out it was her body lotion). She spent most of her time stimulating me with a dildo or me kissing her between her luscious legs. However, the experience was cold, there was no arousal and over quickly and she was more interested in getting me to share any leftover drugs. For that poor performance I think not! Maybe go suck off the guy upstairs who just paid for this! Though I did it out of curiosity, it did confirmed it was a waste of money and I realised I didn’t like sex for the sake of sex – I’d rather have a ice cold bath. My preference is the mutual attraction, where there’s flirting and tension.
Still, I do realise that some people will value no strings attached sex with payment being an easy way to say ” there’s the door” after an hour. But, in my opinion it’s a massive waste of dollars, so cold and unemotional, and just bleeds your wallet. Its probably why Tinder has taken off. Sex at your finger tips, no strings attached but a little bit more personal.