The Secrets to my Success

It’s definately not rocket science.

You take a girl who is fairly attractive, fairly brazen, who is not afraid of her sexuality, who has a natural curious itch to know a little about alot. You educate her, let her make her own decisions, place people in her life who are willing to guide carefully and set her free.

That’s how I got into the Biz. Quite alot of you inquired about my site. I gave you the addy so you can see how I market myself, a small part of it anyway. I thank you for your comments and questions. A private noter asked how one gets into the biz. I can’t speak for all of course, but for his sake (and a few of you who haven’t read me long), I will go over how I made my decision to become an escort. Part of it stemmed from having my heart broken looking for someone to love me, but kept getting hurt. My bitter thought at the time was…"well, if I’m goin to get f*cked and f*cked over, I’m going to be compensated for my time." Getting your heart broken is definately NOT a good reason to get into the biz because if you are already bitter and scarred from a broken heart, being with men you don’t know will not make you feel better, trust me.

I’ve always had a curiosity about prostitution. I wondered how woman would stand on street corners in micro minis and stilletos and go up to a car and say…hey, wanna date? Movies of course draw a bleak picture of street walkers strung out on drugs, being beat up by thier pimps and killed left in an alleyway. Not a pretty picture. I’m sure when one has a cash-paying job with no education, its difficult to go out there and pound the pavement for a 9-5p for less than $10 an hour and getting a paycheck every 2 weeks, when someone on a good night of selling themselves can net quite alot. I never knew friends who did it when I was younger but I’m sure after highschool working in some of the places I did I’m sure I met some girls who did. It’s not really something, I would assume, that you would broadcast on a bullhorn.

After Eddie and I broke up I met a girl, of all places, at church. LOL (I went to a Unitarian church, quite liberal) She was new and I was drawn to her milk-chocolate beauty. We became friends and thru talking with her, I didnt hear what she did for a living but I knew she didnt work alot but always had money. How did this lovely lady make a living? She was an escort. Curiously, I asked her questions but knew I would not want to do what she did. She placed ads in a local publcation and put her cellphone # there. Always trying to place myself in someone’s shoes, I knew I wouldnt want cold calls and meeting all kinds of creeps without learning something about them before they came a’callin. No way. I’m selective. I listened intently, wondering if this was something I could do. Could I pull it off with my two kids? With a husband at home? How can I create this life….and could I do it? I had a million questions thru my mind. Listening to her, I learned terminology that set off further want into learning the biz. But being what she was was definately NOT what I wanted to do. I knew I wasnt letting any of these men to my home. I wasnt going to just meet anyone off the street and have relations with them.

An OD friend here that I have, who shall remain nameless, ran an agency in another state. She was a pretty cool girl and was willing to help me as much as she could. She was the primary reason why I continued on, because her insightful advice helped me to make the final decision. Being that this is a risky and highly discreet business to all parties involved, I had a hard time establishing myself since I was a newbie. No one wanted to see me because I was an unknown, yet no one would see me so I could be known. It was a total catch-22. She sent me on a few calls and once I decided I would do this, she helped me to be introduced to a local madam in my state who was fairly well-known. Her name here shall be R. It was not long, a day or so later, that R asked me to come for my first photoshoot. I surprized even myself how easily I took my clothes off for her and her husband (who took the pics) I signed an agreement but that night I thought good and hard if that is what I wanted. R would field all of the calls and I would have little to say about schedule, who, what and where. I didnt like that much. I would also only be receiving $100 per call and after 20 hours were reached, then I could receive an additional $50 an hour. Knowing my erractic mommy schedule and other commitments, there is no way I’d meet that criteria for another measley $50 bucks. It hardly seemed worth the time and effort for that little money and lining someone else’s pockets, dont you agree? If I was to do this, I wanted way more than that.

(I should continue this next entry…not sure how much room I have left)