Why you don’t want to get too personal with an escort

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

#53. A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts

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

#52. A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts

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

#51. A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts

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