My name is Sarah and I have spent the better part of a decade working as an escort in a large metropolitan area in Canada. My experiences have been both interesting and sometimes off-putting. I’d like to help all you fellas out there and offer a bit of advice on what not to do. Let me walk you through the exciting and sometimes strange world of escorting. Continue reading
I’ve been asked a number of times about who my favorite customer has been. To be perfectly honest I have had a number of clients, who were absolute sweethearts and I would genuinely look forward to their appointments. Why were they favored by me, you ask? There were a few simple reasons. 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.
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