Posted December 11, Share this post Link to post Share on other sites. Posted December 12, I want to become an escort for the fun and the lindens, but have no clue how to start.
I can voice verify my sex but don't know how to. Posted December 13, Hi There You are gonna need 2 things hun, a drop-dead AV and patience. Posted January 11, Posted May 24, Posted February 13, Im also interested and want to become an escort. I just want to know how to get in touch with escort agencies. Thanks for the info you can provide! Posted March 6, If you are serious about becoming an escort send an email to exoticcuties gmail.
That was my question about 16 years ago. After flunking out of college, finding a full time well paying job wasn't easy. I was 19 years old, I had no qualifications , no prospects and still heavily relied on my mom for money to go out and party. The only thing that kept me going through that Summer was women , and my love for them.
A close friend and I used to go to the town center around lunch time everyday, suited up looking for 2 things. We didn't have much luck with either. I mean come on, who wants to hire a teenager with no experience, and who wants to date a tall , skinny , pale , pimply faced teenager with no job. It was then that we ran into a guy called Elvis, yeah that was his real name. He was an older guy, maybe 4 or 5 years older. My friend Jason knew him some how, I didn't care to ask.
But when he bragged about being paid to have sex with older , richer women , my ears pricked up. I thought if someone could pay this short stubby guy with his deformed ear, drooping nose, yellow teeth and receding hair line to have sex with them! Surely they might pay double for me, shit we could do 2 for 1 and do it half price with the type of money he was talking about. Most people wouldn't believe it just hearing the details, but the way he spoke with certainty and vivid details I knew he was telling the truth.
He gave me a number to call. A woman answered, her voice sweet. I explained, she asked me cash or card. I was confused I said I would prefer to get paid by cash. How would you like to settle the members fee".
Anyway the more I thought about it - the more I wanted to do it, 2 birds with 1 stone - women and money from the same source! I was still rough around the edges, but I could change that easily, with regular showers, a few early nights and if I ate healthy perhaps I'd gain weight and drop the pimples! At least that's what I thought I still needed money , and my mom was increasingly on my case about getting a job.
So I started doing my research, each night after my mom went to sleep, I would turn on our Computer and dial up to the Internet, in search of an escort agency that would sign me up for free. Back then not only was the Internet super slow on dial up, but finding information wasn't easy, finding an agency that was based in London was next to impossible. They were all in the USA! I came up with the idea that I would start as an independent escort.
A week later I got a job as a waiter in a local restaurant. That would keep my mom off my back for now and allow me to save up some cash for my new scheme. A month later I got paid and thought the best thing for me to do was to place an advert in a shop window.
I typed up my advert and printed it off several times cutting it into A5 sized sheets. I took a train into London early Saturday morning, I was slightly nervous though resolved that I would get paid for sex.
Satisfaction or Your money back ". I got into Kings Cross as it was infamous for female escorts. I decided I would post my home made flyer in all the phone boxes I could find and a few of the news agents that allowed adverts in the window for a small fee. I remember walking into the first news agent, it had an overwhelming smell of incense, the guy behind the counter fat, greasy and obnoxious - looked down at me and said " Vhat do you vant?
I replied "I want to put an advert in your window, how much? I said OK and handed him the advert he read it, laughed, then said " No Vay!! So on to the next shop I went, utterly deflated. Luckily I'm a stubborn bastard! It was now 4pm, I had spent the whole day running around. It was time to head home and play the waiting game. Within a week I had a few calls about my add, the first 10 calls were prank calls by kids talking shit.
The next few were from men that were bi curious and wanted a naked massage. I was about ready to give up and at last I got a real call from a real woman. We spoke for close to an hour on the phone before she agreed to meet for drinks. I lied and said I was 25 with a baby face. She bought it, she bought me. She was from the southwest and agreed to meet at a hotel bar not too far from where I lived the following Friday.
When the day came, I was quite nervous. Being inexperienced sexually made me wonder if I had what it took to please her when it came down to it. I showered twice just to be sure I was fresh, I watched porno and this time paid close attention to what the guys were doing rather than the movement of my right hand over my manhood.
We met at 7pm on Friday, I wore my job interview suit with no tie and top buttons undone. She was at least double my age and it showed. She was attractive, for her age at least. Once we sat down conversation flowed naturally she asked me about my age again, I lied again.
We sat in the hotel bar drinking till late. Before we left I excused myself to the toilet, I knew the bar was closing soon so decided it was a good time to put on a condom in advance of what was to come. We checked into the pre-booked double room. As soon as we got into the room I grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth , tasting the red wine on her lips aroused me and I pressed my body into hers. We collapsed into the room, and tangled onto the bed. I started trying to unbutton her jeans and struggled.
I pressed my lips into her neck while unbuttoning my trousers. We had drunken sex for the best part of 30 seconds before I came. I blamed the booze and feeling woozy.
In the morning I woke up and she was gone. She left a note that read " This is for the massage, which you still owe me! After that night she became my regular. I saw her every 2 weeks. Our 'dates' varied, from staying in watching movies , to shopping where she would buy me clothes, jewellery and shoes. I never received another call from my leaflet campaign nor did I make it back down to London to distribute anymore.
I was happy with my 1 regular, that is until she told me she loved me. I knew then I had crossed the line of professionalism into a world that I wasn't ready for, wasn't willing to enter into with her at least.
She wanted all the things I wasn't interested in. I broke it off with her pretty soon after that. She accused me of being a con artist and asked for all the gifts she had bought me, some of which were diamonds and designer watches. I gave them back without a second thought. I never heard from or saw her again. I thought about doing my leaflets again but thinking of how much time , effort , prank calls and the rejection I got from shop keepers put me off.
I called the number again, the same sweet voice answered. This time I had money , I had experience , I had confidence. I agreed to pay by cash. She gave me an address and told me to be there in two days time, I was to be prepared for a physical examination. Eating take-aways for the last 6 months meant I was in better shape, at least where my weight was concerned. I arrived 30 mins late.
It was a bungalow in East London. A fat lady answered the door. I said I'm here for my examination. I could tell by her voice it had been the same lady who I had spoken to days before. I followed her into the spare room. She quickly asked me to take off all my clothes. I was puzzled but complied leaving my boxer shorts and socks on. When I questioned her she said " Look ere!
Don't waste my time, I need to be sure your fit for purpose this how its done! I have a shit load of clients who expect only the best! If you can't hack it then get out! She was aggressive , and confident. Although she wasn't easy on the eyes it was kind of attractive.
I took my clothes off and she took pictures. She asked me to get myself hard for the next picture. I was on the spot and couldn't perform at the drop of a hat given the conditions. So she gave me a helping hand This is going to cost you! She took a few more pictures. Then she said " Right lets see what you've got! If you can't make me cum then your not joining my lot! Get over here and put your face down there! I don't want your smelly little knob! I went down on her reluctantly until my neck and tongue ached.
She kept a firm grip on my hair until she cummed. Not bad but you need practice, it shouldn't have taken so long to get me there! You pass hand over the cash and get your clothes on so we can take some more pictures!12 Feb A blog dedicated to being a professional non-sexual escort. Articles are written by our members and former long time escort MataDor. becoming a professional escort model While there have been a few general guides written about how to become a professional escort, there aren't many written. Things to Note Before Becoming an Escort including escorts not glorified prostitutes, not just for sex, customer service and care.