The corporate world has changed radically in the last forty years. If you think about the role of women in Mad Men and compare it to the serious positions of today’s female CEOs and law firm partners the progress women have made has been extraordinary. At the same time, while women’s roles have changed, men’s desires and needs have not. What has changed, however, is a culture in which a pretty girl working in the steno pool will be recruited to help land the big client. Way too risky: mixing work and pleasure is a pretty sure fire path to a sexual harassment suit.
Which does not change the fact that many a contract can be landed by a friendly feminine touch. Which led us to Karen.
“I used to be an independent escort.” Karen told us on Skype, “Now I am a company girl.” Continue reading
“What are you doing right now?” I ask, cell phone pressed tightly against my ear.
“Nothing, just walking to my next class. Why are you whispering?” Sophie asks.
Editor’s note: The author’s grammar and style have not been modified.
The world of escorting can seem intimidating and maybe even a little confusing to those who are new to it, both escorts and clients alike. One of the big questions that newbies often have is whether they should sign on with an escort agency or whether they should be independent. If you’re considering becoming an escort but have no idea where to start, I want to help you figure out what might be the best path for you. Continue reading
The phone is quiet for once and I’m able to sleep until almost 10am. The shrill ringtone that I’ve chosen for the Angel Escorts phone wakes me out of a dream and it takes me a moment to snap back into reality. When my eyes finally open I see that Mike is holding the phone out to me, his own eyes closed. I press the talk button before checking the caller ID, afraid that I might lose the call if I wait any longer to answer it. Continue reading
I arrive at work in a bit of a stupor thanks to another long night spent manning the phones. Taylor insisted on being on until 3am which meant that my little power nap that I took while Sophie handled the phones did nothing to help me actually catch up on sleep. I rolled out of bed this morning wondering just how long I can ultimately survive on 4-5 hours sleep. There’s no way that one girl ran the phones before me, or if she did, no wonder she quit. Continue reading
I push the door open as quietly as I can, checking inside the entry way for shoes. It’s 8pm and this is a popular time for gentleman callers and I want to make sure that Sophie isn’t entertaining anyone. I know she didn’t have any appointments booked for this evening but sometimes her clients will call her up last minute to see if she can accommodate them. Peering down I see that there are no shoes in sight and the coast looks clear. Stepping in the rest of the way I kick off my shoes and toss my purse on the floor next to the door. Leaning up against the wall I let out a long, drawn out sigh. It feels good to be home. Continue reading
“Ladies, come and get it!” Syndy hollers at the top of her voice as soon as we walk into the townhouse. I’m carrying the tray of drinks and she has managed to grab all four bags of food. Continue reading
Syndy caps her lipstick and tosses it back into her purse. We’re standing together waiting in line at McDonald’s. “If he doesn’t fire her, shit is going to start hitting the fan around here.” Continue reading
“What have you been taking?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t taken anything.” Chantal replies, sounding especially defiant. Continue reading
I’m sitting in Angel Escorts basement office, responding to an email when an unfamiliar face walks in. A tall and very pretty brunette who I assume must be Chantal. Her eyes are dark red and bloodshot and I wonder if she’s slept at all the previous night. She looks about as tired as I feel. Continue reading