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- Escort Review Dated Added: Thu Jun 14 2001 Submitted by: Ed
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Driving Miss Lazy
Six and a half hours as an assistant pimp.
By Robert Masterson
It's a gray area of the sex industry. Listed in the Yellow Pages under "Escort Service -- Personal" (as opposed to "Escort Service -- Protective: see 'Guard & Patrol Service''"), emphasizing discretion in billing, fantasy fulfillment, weekend and afternoon specials, businesses with names like ~~Live Playmates, College Girls, Action Escorts, Gentlemen's Delights, AAAAAAAAAH ~~Entertainment, and She-Male Escorts offer "personalized service," "cuddles," "private sessions" and "no more disappointments." Presented in those direct-to-video movies shown on late-night Cinemax as little more than workfare for the conically augmented, the escort business purports to provide the client with companionship suitable for all business and personal affairs. The theory is that, for a fee, a discriminating gentleman may enjoy the temporary cachet of the service's arm-candy, a trophy-wife-for-a-day.
The reality of the escort business is all over the map. While some agencies surely must provide just such a service for the unattached business traveler (every myth has its roots in fact), others certainly offer much more to the client willing to negotiate behind closed doors for more intimate attentions. And, no matter where an individual business may be poised in legality and/or morality, the simple fact is that a large number of owners and support staff make their living off the charms of young women for rent. There's a word for that. To understand this aspect of the escort business, we sought the lowest of the low, the absolute last man on the daisy chain, the open-mouthed recipient of the last drops of trickle-down cash flow. We spoke to Roger Matthison* about his recent experience working for an escort agency as a driver and bodyguard for women on out-call service.
Weekly: First, if you could, please explain how you came to take ~~this job.
Matthison: Call me Ishmael. Some years ago -- never mind how long ~~precisely -- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would ...take a job driving prostitutes to their "dates." BR>
I'm joking. That's the first two sentences of Moby Dick. And I shouldn't call those girls prostitutes. They were discreet escorts and models providing personal service to discriminating clientele. Whatever all that means, I don't know. But that's what they were.
Really, I was working an office job, I can always use a little more money, and I thought this job sounded both easy and interesting. I answered an ad in the paper, went in for a brief interview, and was hired.
Weekly: What was the job description? What was the pay?
Matthison: The job description was "driver." My duties were to convey the escort to the appointment, check out the premises, collect the ~~up-front money due, wait outside for the escort to finish, keep an eye on the time, and watch out for trouble. I got paid a flat rate for expenses, $25 a night I think, and a percent of all fees and tips the girl collected and/or told me about.
I was given a company pager. I'll describe it to you like they described it to me -- by the numbers. When the pager flashed one, it meant the girl needed help. When two came up, it meant the girl was ready to leave. Three meant the call was canceled; four meant collect more money from the client. Five meant call into the office. Six meant the girl was with the police. Seven meant go in and check the client's room.
There were a few guys in the abandoned storefront they were using as an office and waiting area. They had sort of scooped out an area in the general debris scattered around and put in a couple ~~of thrift store sofas and a television. That was where the girls, the other driver, and I hung out waiting for calls. My shift was from 9 p.m. until 5 a.m.
Weekly: So, a call came into the office and....
Matthison: Right. OK. So a call comes into the office and a guy working the phones would answer. What was interesting about this was that there were about 25 lines coming into the office, each one for a different agency that was advertising in the Yellow Pages or the newspaper. So, really, even though there were all these different companies and agencies being advertised -- College Girls, Hot Bodies, Xtasy, Ashley 2nite, crap like that -- all the calls were being taken by the same guy for the same three girls.
Anyway, a call comes in and almost always it's a hang-up. If the client was talking at all, he was usually pretty shocked about the rates and hung up. A half hour with a girl cost $150 and an hour was $250. If they got someone to actually make an appointment, they got the address, phone number and method of payment. They'd call back to make sure it was a real phone number or that the client was really registered at that hotel or motel and in the room he said he was in.
I really don't know why they asked about method of payment. Cash is always cash and they didn't have any way to take a credit card over the phone. That was part of my job. They showed me how to fill out a credit card slip and copy the card number by rubbing the carbon paper with a disposable lighter. They said they were waiting for delivery of a machine, but they were also waiting for delivery of a bathroom door.
Anyway, after everything got confirmed, I was supposed to wake up the girl. She'd be snoozing in front of the TV. She'd go get dressed and put her make-up on and off we'd go ~~into the night to spread joy.
Weekly: Tell us about the girls.
Matthison: ~~Well, it's not too complicated. They were young. I mean pretty damn young. The girls I worked with were 17 or 18. None of them had finished school, I mean high school. They were good looking girls but, you know, there was something...OK, well, like one of the girls, she had pretty bad acne. She just smeared on a bunch of foundation and she was ready to roll. Another girl, I don't know, she was just sort of...I don't know, sort of lost. It was like she didn't know where she was, didn't know how she got there, and didn't know how to leave. She'd stare at the TV, she'd get dressed, she'd sit in the car, and that was about it. I don't know how she acted with the client, but she wasn't doing much around the office or in the car. Maybe she was using drugs or something; maybe she was just ~~gritting her teeth to get through the night.
They weren't ugly but they ~~weren't drop-dead gorgeous. They weren't stupid, they didn't seem stupid, but they didn't have any education and didn't seem to be in a rush to get some. It was kind of weird; for girls so young, they acted a lot older. I mean, they acted tired-and-sad older.
I started talking to the girl with the acne when we were out driving. I asked her why she wasn't doing something else, something less intimate. I mean, there are other jobs, even in the sex business, that would seem to be less stressful, less invasive, less emotional. She just got kind of vague on me, started talking about how easy this job was, how fucked ~~up her boyfriends were, how much money she could make doing this. I didn't quiz ~~her or anything, but she sure wasn't talking about future plans or doing anything else; she wasn't saying anything like, "Once I get enough money for junior college..." or "When I save enough for a ticket to Hollywood..." or even "Of course, I'm not doing this forever." It was all just in the moment for her.
I asked her if she'd ever danced, you know, in a club, topless, or anything. I mean, a good dancer could make just about the same money, maybe more, than she was making doing out-calls. She just sort of rambled about how she could if she wanted, how fucked-up her boyfriends were, how easy this job was. The same shit she'd said before.
But, you know, she seemed different from the girls I've known who've been dancers. Strippers seem more, I don't know, focused than this girl. I mean, they have to keep in really good shape just to dance. The dancing itself is a serious workout; it's hours of aerobic exercise. And the dancers I've known have always had some kind of goal. They may not achieve it, they may get lost in drugs or drinking or just being in "the life," but they all had some kind of goal. They were going to school, they were saving to start a business of their own, they were looking out and forward and beyond the clubs. This girl was just, I don't know, flat or something. Just stuck. Or too tired or too lazy or too paralyzed to do anything else.
It didn't make too much sense to me; the things she said didn't seem to connect up too well, but...I mean, I was just her driver. But all three girls seemed to be nice girls. Seriously. They weren't mean or anything; they weren't bitches. They ~~were just sharp, you know, like looking for an edge. Like it was nothing personal, but they'd cheat you if they could. Even that girl who was sort of zoned out. She wasn't interacting much, wasn't talking or anything, but she wasn't mean about it. If I said something to her, she'd answer. But even she was always paying attention on the call. I mean, she didn't act like she was having fun, but she was keeping her eyes wide open all the time.
Weekly: Tell us about going out.
Matthison: Yeah, OK. I guess I got the full range of calls. We got a prank call. Someone from a hotel called in for a girl and we go there. It's late, like 1 a.m. and we come walking in a side entrance to the ~~hotel and I'm definitely not dressed for success that night, kind of scruffy, you know? And this girl dressed like...well, she's dressed like a hooker. Vinyl thigh boots, sort of cheap, mismatched clothes but tight and gaudy-sexy. We walk past the desk and the clerk, a young guy, sort of gives us the eye, you know, but I'm thinking of course he's going to give us the eye. I mean, here's some ratty looking old fart with a teenaged girl dressed up like Irme La Duce walking through their hotel lobby at one o'clock in the morning. If I was working the grave-yard desk shift, I'd have looked at us kind of funny, too.
Anyway, the call was for a suite on a restricted floor and, of course, we couldn't go up without a room key. So, we call the room from her cell phone and there's no answer. I'm starting to understand a little better. We go back downstairs and ask the desk to call up. Big surprise. Nobody's in that room and he won't tell us if anyone is really registered there.
Weekly: So, what happened?
Matthison: ~~What you mean what happened? We leave. We can't say anything to the shit ball at the desk, even though it was probably him who called in because, remember, the office always calls back to confirm. We can't flip him off or call his boss or anything because we'll probably be coming back there someday for a real call. It was just, like, "oh, well" and back to the office. He was just a sadistic, bored jerk.
The next call was at another hotel. Everything was set up nicely and we got there and I knocked on the door. The guy opens up and he's talking on a cell phone and we go in. He gets off the phone and says, "Sorry. Something has come up but here's a 20 for your time and trouble." I don't really know what to say; I don't know if it's even true. Maybe he just didn't like the way the girl looked or whatever.
The girl snatches the bill and it disappears forever. She didn't tell the office she got it and she sure didn't give me my 10 percent, ~~but I wasn't going to bust her for $2. I just let it slide.
Weekly: So you're not making any money.
Matthison: I am not making any money.
We finally get a call and it is way out there, I mean it's about a 15-mile drive for a one-hour call. The girl gets ready, I get ready, and we go. It's a house in a nice, middle-class neighborhood; new houses, you know? All the trees are little. Go up, ring the bell, and this kid answers. Kid. I don't know. He looked about 25 years old. Not bad looking, but drunk off his ass. The girl's eyes light up, you know, like ka-ching! I cruise around the house checking to make sure nobody's hiding in the bathroom or something and run the guy's credit card ~~on his coffee table with my lighter. He's got ESPN on some big screen TV with the sound turned down. He's all bleary eyed and embarrassed and quiet, just sort of nodding when I explain the rules and get him to sign the contract. No touching the girl, no intimate contact, no lewd or sexual behavior. It's all bullshit, really, something for the cops. The girl is practically shoving me out the door.
I go back out to the car and settle in. It's warm so I leave the window open, listening, you know, for what? I don't know; screaming, breaking glass, sirens...
I get everything arranged real nice: the pager and my smokes on the dashboard, a cup of coffee from my thermos, and I'm reading a book with one of those battery-powered lights. And, bam, in like 20 minutes ~~the girl is back. The guy paid $250 on his credit card for an hour and she's out the door in 18.25 minutes. I asked her, "Is everything OK?" She says, "Everything is very OK" and we drive back to the office. I'm wondering if she maybe took some tips to, you know, go off the contract. I'm wondering if this drunk kid gave her some cash to...um...augment the agreement. I sort of try to ask her what happened but she doesn't really seem to be in a mood for sharing right then. If she got cash, if she got extra, the only way I'm going to find out is to pull over and strip search her. And, you know, I just don't feel like doing that. I mean, I may be acting like a pimp, driving her around to have sex with some guy, but I don't have to, you know, act like a pimp. I can't visualize slapping her around, working on her with a coat hanger or something, saying things like "Where's my money?" My money. It's not my money. I suddenly discovered my heart just wasn't in it.
Weekly: So, you're going to get $25 from the call; 10 percent of $250 is $25.
Matthison: Oh, yeah, that. I'll get $25 if the credit card clears and when the transfer from Visa or Mastercard or whatever comes in to the company account and whenever they decide to cut a check for me. That's like at least two months down the road. You have to keep your own records and, you know, trust the company. I just have to think, ~~well, maybe that money's gone, too.
Anyway, we sit around the office watching Nick at Nite. The girls conk out pretty much right away and the other driver wants to chat. It's about 2:30 in the morning and I just want to stare off into space for a while and this guy is wanting to talk about the job. I'm like, "Shut up." Luckily, another call comes in pretty soon and I grab it.
It's another motel and we get there pretty quick. We find the room and knock on the door. The door sort of slams open, if you can do that...can you do that? Can a door slam open? Anyway, there's this little guy, about 5-foot-5 maybe, all buffed up like he works out, and we're inside. He's got his cash all ready and fanned out and he wants to get to it. I give him the contract, you know, no touching, no sex, no lewdness, and he sort of flips out. I mean, he's going, "What is this? What is this? What is this?" and I'm going "It's a standard business contract, sir." He's asking, "Well, just what do I get for my $150 and what if I want some more?" and then it sort of hits me. I catch a quick look around the room and the closet alcove is empty, the bag rack is empty. I look at the girl and we both know. [long pause]
Matthison: C'mon. Little short guy, lots of muscles, no luggage, cash out in the open, wants sex?
Weekly: Enlighten us.
Matthison: He's a cop. So, we're both like, "Sorry, sir. Good evening, sir. Complain to management, sir. You're on your own, sir." This transaction is terminated with extreme prejudice and, even if this guy isn't a cop, he's a weird little fucker and way too aggressive. We leave and go back to the office.
I wait around until about 3:30 and the dispatcher says "go home" and I do and that's it. I don't go back. They called me up the next night wanting to know when I was coming in and I said, "I don't think so." I spent six and a half hours earning $25 base and maybe, in a couple of months, another $25 if I feel like even calling them back and I got ripped off by a teenager for $2. I figure that's enough.
Weekly: That's it?
Matthison: Oh, yeah. That's it. Pretty glamorous, huh? Huggy Bear Junior. That's me. And I drive a beat-up old Volvo, too. Westchester Co. Weekly home page Copyright ©1999 New Mass. Media, Inc. All rights reserved. (Review # 3746)
- San Jose Escort Review Dated Added: Wed Aug 09 2000 Submitted by: frustrated with callers
I am an escort in san jose my problem is a lot of men call and ask for full service or want you to talk sex over the phone wrong that makes me mad if the girl excepts tips I’m sure she will do what you want. Only cops ask for full service (Review # 2131)
- Tips for Escorts-Part 1 Dated Added: Wed Jun 21 2000 Submitted by: Amy
Here's some advice that has worked for me with high class escort in a mayor city somewhere in America. It is the kind of detailed advice I wish somebody had given me when I started. It may work for you also - mostly, though, in a context of top notch outcall prostitution:
Your dress: Avoid too much eye makeup, seamed stockings, or anything else that might suggest a stereotypical call girl. This may attract the attention of hotel security staff, for one, and it turns off many clients. Underneath your handsome suit and dress, however, make sure you wear a matching set of lingerie. Colours are important - do not wear white, because that is too virginal. Beige is too dull, and black underwear is only for you if you obviously are a sophisticated or exotic personality. I've had luck with matching sets of pastel coloured lingerie such as blue, lilac, pink, or peach. White coloured ribbons running through it is alright. Most elderly clients respond very well to this kind of underwear - probably because their sexually formative years were in an age when the first naked women they saw were Playboy models dressed in frilly undergarments. Such a man will find the lingerie described above irresistible - making the experience more pleasant for you, because the more excited the man is as the session becomes intimate, the easier things will be when it comes down to the nitty-gritty.
With an out call escort agency, many of the calls come in between six and eight. Then there's a lull between eight and ten-thirty, and then the phones start ringing again. Don't give up if you haven't been called by eleven-thirty. Twelve fifteen is usually a very busy time. At the agency's desk, everything will be quiet and then suddenly, just after midnight, three of four phones will start ringing at once.
Keep in shape. The clients of high class escorts are not paying you to see somebody who's overweight or flabby. You yourself wouldn't like to go into a restaurant and order veal and then be served chicken, would you? Always keep in mind that what these men expect is a fantasy. If someone asked you to sit down and spell out your description of what a high class call girl would be like, you'd probably say: "Well, she'd have a beautiful hairdo, tasteful makeup expertly applied, she'd be very pretty and elegantly dressed, and bright." That's exactly who your clients expect you to be. If you want to make top money as an escort, live up to that expectation.
In your bag: Bring a little Ziploc bag with an extra pair of nylons and a few panty shields, because you don't want to ruin your undies. Carry also little miniature makeups for on-the-sport repairs. You'll find that the less elaborate your makeup, the easier it will be to fix.
A shower cap, bubble bath, mints (especially if you smoke), and a few quarters for phone calls in case your mobile goes dead. A pen and a notepad. A Port-A-Print for credit cards. A few five and ten dollar bills for cabs (you will be surprised how many cabdrivers can't change a twenty, and you don't want to go circling around at night, looking for a store that's open so he can get some change).
Do I need to tell you to always bring condoms? Buy the expensive kind. The cheaper ones will save you some money, but they're so much thicker that it will take five times as long to get anything accomplished. It will be much more comfortable for both of you if you buy the very best.
When you are going to a hotel, be sure to memorize the client's name and room number before you get out of the cab. The last thing you need is somebody from the hotel security to come up to you and ask if they can help, and you have to pull out a piece of paper and say: "Um, I'm here to see Mr Smith, room 1240..."
All mayor business-class hotels have security teams. Some of these people are in uniforms, some aren't. Many of them like to harass working girls because they've got nothing better to do, and they are jealous of the money you make. Try to avoid them. The way you're dressed will be helpful in this regard, but so will your mental attitude. Always think of your visit in terms of going to see an old friend, or your uncle, and always act as if you have a right to be there - which you do. Never act furtive or guilty, because the security guards are trained to spot people who look or act that way.
Some hotel lobbies are so enormous and complicated that you can't always tell where the elevators are. Instead of skulking around and trying to find them, just walk right up to any clerk or security guard and say, "Excuse me, could you tell me where to find the elevator to the twelfth floor?" They're usually not expecting someone in our line of work to do that. (Review # 1760)
- Tips for Escorts-Part 2 Dated Added: Tue Jun 20 2000 Submitted by: Amy
So you get in the elevator and you go on up. Before you knock on the client's door, be sure to look at your watch, because it is important to know what time you arrived - and nobody likes a clock watcher. It is helpful to wear a watch that is especially easy to read in a dim light with just a glance. And never take off your watch. One of the other girls in the same agency I worked for once had a client who turned back her watch while she was in the bathroom so she would stay longer without realizing it.
After you knock the door, stand back a couple of steps. A face is a subjective thing - how many times have you looked at a guy across a room and thought, Boy, is he cute! And then five minutes later you see him close and you say to yourself, On second thoughts, I could probably live without him.
It's the same thing here. It's important that the client gets the full image of you when he first opens the door - the total you, rather than just your face. If you stand too close to the door, your face is all he sees. And you might not be exactly what his fantasy was, because, let's face it, there's almost no way you could be. But if you're standing back a couple of feet, he's going to get a more complete picture of you, and it's more likely to be positive.
What do you care about his first (or last or middle) impression as long as he pays? Well, I told you, the context is first class professional escort, not rent-a-hooker catering. If you want the big money, you must deliver luxury. Besides you'll want him to call the agency again and ask for you, not somebody else.
Now, before you go in, ascertain that he is dressed. If for any reason he isn't, say: "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry, I must be a little bit early. You haven't had time to finish dressing. Why don't I wait here until you're ready?"
Once you're in the room, ask if you could please make a phonecall. Most agencies will let you see only repeat clients at first, so he'll be expecting you to call them. In fact, he may even remind you, because these gentlemen soon become familiar with our ways. Call the office at the special number they'll give you. Say: "Hi, this is so-and-so, I'm here." Please don't say. "This is me," because they've got a lot of "me's" out there. Obviously it is not the time for conversation, because you're there on business.
Whoever picks up the phone should routinely ask "Is everything okay?" If you say no, they should start to guess what the problem could be, so that all you'll have to say is "yes" or "no". If they can't guess, then they should ask if you feel comfortable staying, or if you'd prefer to leave. There may be something going on that you don't particularly like - perhaps you think somebody followed you up on the elevator - and you may want the office to know that, even though it's not serious enough to make you want to leave.
If you do want to leave - and this won't happen very often, and it may never happen - you could either ask the person at the office to handle it, or you could take care of it yourself. Obviously, it's nicer if you do it yourself. Act as if this is your very first call and you just can't go through with it: "I am terribly sorry, and I made them promise not to tell you, but this is my first night. You are certainly very nice and attractive, but to tell you the truth, I just can't go through with it." That way, nobody can take offence.
Most of the time, after he has taken your coat, the client will ask if you'd care for a drink. Very few clients will ever ask if you'd like anything to eat, and even if they do ask, they're usually just being polite. However, if it is early in the evening and there's a good chance that he may not have eaten yet, this may be your opportunity to have a nice dinner. But unless he's going to order something for himself, tell him that you had a little something before you came over. If it's clear that the client would be much happier if you ordered something, I recommend a plate of fruit.
Don't drink hard liquor at work. No gin and tonic, no margaritas, no Scotch. Drink Perrier, soda, wine or champagne, light drinks that do not dim your sense of where you are and what's happening. And never volunteer that you'd like a drink. If he specifically asks, say: "I'd love some wine, thank you." Keep it vague.
If you are not a wine drinker and would prefer champagne, say that you'd like a kir royale, which is champagne with cassis in it. Now that he knows that you like champagne, he may go ahead and order a whole bottle. It is important that you do not sit back and act as if this happens to you all the time. Especially if he orders Dom Perignon or Cristal, act a little excited. Remember that these men want to please you, so let him know that you think he's a fabulous guy to be doing this and that you're tickled pink.
Be aware that in some hotels, the room service staff works with the security people. Be sure that whenever room service does come into the room, you are fully dressed and not sitting on the gentleman's lap. If for any reason you're not fully dressed when the room service knocks on the door, you'll want to disappear quietly without letting the client know that you're afraid of anything. Say: "Why don't I just go and wash up while you take care of this."
Some men actually get a kick out of having the room service person come in and see him with a beautiful, half-dressed girl so they'll know what a ladies' man he is. But just excuse yourself politely without making it seem that you're nervous or guilty.
If you smoke, do realize that most of your clients will say "sure" if you ask them if you can light up - when in reality they would rather you didn't. So until you see him lightning up a cigarette, do not smoke. And don't smoke in the cab on the way over, either. When you're smoking in an enclosed car, people can really tell. He pays you a lot of money, so don't smoke unless he does.
Talk up as much as you can. The only way to extend a call (and make more money) is to keep the conversation going, because once things become intimate, the evening is probably near an end. And since both of you and the agency are getting paid by the hour, you'll want to be a very stimulating conversationalist.
With most men, that simply means you've got to be a good listener. But whether or not you do a lot of talking, you ought to keep up with what's going on in the world. Your clients are busy, active people, and some of them are themselves newsmakers. At the very last, you should be reading Time or Newsweek or watching 60 Minutes on a regular basis. Nobody is going to give you a test to see how much you know about the World Bank, but it would be nice if you knew there IS a World Bank.
You should always have an upbeat, positive mood and demeanor. Some escorts mistakenly believe that if they go there and act like they are a sad case, the client will feel sorry for them and offer to help them out. Not true. These men are looking forward to a pleasant evening. They may have had a rough, difficult day, and the last thing they want to sustain is a hard-luck story from a girl who is there to listen to them.
Some clients consider it a real challenge to get your real name and phone number. Naturally, this is something you don't allow.
The most difficult part of all is trying to figure out if he wants you to stay for more than one hour. If the client is in the habit of booking a girl for only one hour, according to the records of the agency, they should let you know in advance. But if he's a new client, or if he has a history of keeping girls for varying lengths of time, then before too long you've got to determine how long you'll be staying. (Review # 1759)
- Tips for Escorts-Part 3 Dated Added: Mon Jun 19 2000 Submitted by: Amy
It is obviously in your interest to stay longer, but do not manipulate him or hustle him in any way. You can't very well turn to him with only five or ten minutes left in the hour and say, "I'm sorry, but if you want me to stay longer, it will cost you more money."
After you've been together half an hour or so and things are still in the talking stage, you're going to need to know one way or the other. At this point, you have two choices. The chicken's way is for you to excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. While you're in there, you can be sure that he will look at his watch. If he feels that time is getting short and that he'd like to get the show on the road, he'll probably get up from where he's been sitting. Or he may simply loosen his tie or give some other small indication that he's ready for a shift in the mood.
But what if you come out and he's still sitting there exactly where you left him? In that case, you'll have to take the more confrontational approach, as in: "I took a look at my watch when I was in the bathroom, and I couldn't believe what time it was. I've been having such a good time, and you're so interesting, that the time has really flown by. I really don't want to rush you, but I do have to call the agency in a little while and tell them if I'll be staying or leaving."
At this point, you should get a little flustered. You don't have to come right out and ask if he wants you to stay a little longer, but you do want to know the answer. The more embarrassed you act, the less calculating you will appear. He'll probably realize what's going on, and he'll either say: "Well, why don't we get comfortable now," or else he'll suggest that you call the agency and let them know that he'd like you to stay for another hour.
The other option is to skip the trip to the bathroom and go right into the confrontation. The tricky part here, though, is somehow to work the theme of time passing into the conversation in a fairly casual way without making it look like you've been watching the clock.
Now, let's assume that he's asked you to stay for another hour. If he's a regular client who has used the same agency a number of times before, he knows that he's got to pay for the second hour. But you'd be surprised how many of these guys really think that you like them so much that for the second hour you'll be staying in your own time! Believe me, this happens a lot more than you'd think.
This is why you must call the agency and say, "Hi, this is Amy. Mr. Jones has told me he'd like me to stay for another hour." The agency should ask you if you have discussed compensation. Sometimes it's more comfortable for the client to discuss this with you. He'll say, "Gee, if I have you stay for another hour, how much will it cost?" And you say, "It's the same as for the first hour." But don't quote a price, because if you name a specific figure, it makes the whole transaction seem too commercial.
Some of your clients are made of gold, and you'll meet your share of them. But that's not true for everybody. In some cases, the evening he spends with you will be his biggest treat of the year.
Now usually, when the client wants to get down to the nitty-gritty, he'll say, "Let's make ourselves comfortable," or words to that effect. I once knew a foreign girl who didn't know what this phrase meant, and who replied, "Thank you, but I am comfortable already."
Most of the men like to watch you get undressed, so don't go into the bathroom and come out with nothing on as if you've just popped out of a cake. The reason you're wearing pretty underwear is that clients like to see it. You're not expected to do some kind of strip-tease show, especially if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, although girls who have tried this approach have had great feedback. - You know there is a way to get undressed that is enticing and maybe a little seductive.
Don't make a big issue of hanging up all your clothes neatly. Certainly you shouldn't take an expensive outfit and just fling it over a chair. But it looks a little too neurotic to make sure that your clothes are hung up the way you would hang then if they were going into your closet for the night.
After you get undressed, some of the men may ask you to walk around the room or to strike a few poses as if you were a model. If you have never done any modelling may feel a little silly doing this. But keep in mind that only the best professional models are making as much by the hour that you're making, and nobody is taking your picture. Maybe you'll feel more comfortable practicing this sort of thing at home in front of a mirror so that you know what looks sexy and pretty. Most men are too embarrassed to ask their wives or girlfriend to do something like that, and most wives or girlfriends would be too embarrassed to try it even of they were asked. So don't forget - this is one of the things you are being paid for.
Let me give you a little tip about the garter belt and nylons. At home, when you're getting dressed, be sure to put on the garter belt and the nylons first, before your panties. As you'll discover, there are a number of gentlemen who like you to keep your garter belt and nylons on the whole time. But not being able to get your panties off would obviously hamper things a bit.
These men know that you're there for the money, but that's not something they want to be reminded of. So it's very important that they not feel you think they're repulsive or distasteful in any way. These guys really love to be loved. They want to be hugged and kissed and caressed. They want to feel that you like them, that you're interested in them, that you enjoy being with them. The more you meet those needs, the more money you make.
But before you really get down to business, you've got to go down there and check everything out just to be sure that he doesn’t have anything you don't want to catch. What if he wants the lights off? Believe it or not, I've only met one client who ever wanted the lights turned off completely. But if it happens, tell him that you think he has a great body and you just want to see it. If that doesn't work... or if it would be ludicrous to say it... just tell him you hope he understands that you're very cautious and mindful about your health. He's not going to like it, but he's certainly going to get the message. Probably he'll appreciate it. It is, after all, also in his interest that girls like us stay healthy.
Some gentlemen, especially of English and French extraction, don't bathe as often as they might. Arab clients are exceptionally clean; some of them will wash before, during, and after. But if you have the feeling that the man you're with could really use a bath before things progress much further, here's where your bubble bath packet comes in. Tell him you have some bubble bath powder with you, and wouldn't' it be fun if we took a bath together? Incidentally, a bubble bath goes especially well with champagne, in case he ordered some.
If that doesn't work, you might want to talk about taking a nice shower, and how you'd like to lather him all over. If that doesn't work, just look him straight in the eye and say, "Well then, I'll wait here while you take one." Don't let him get away with it; if he needs one, he needs one. And if he won't take a shower, you can say, "I hope you understand that I'm very fastidious. I certainly took a shower before I walked out my door, and I hope you can appreciate that I think you should do the same. If you'd rather not, I would be more than happy to leave."
This has never happened to me, and I hope it never will. But I have heard about situations like that from others. Be prepared. Just don't get near anyone who smells.
Some beginners have told me after the first few calls, "I must be doing something wrong, because all they do is lie there." Well, a lot of men do just lie there. These days, with all this women's lib around, some men are intimidated because they feel pressured to please a woman in bed - which is one of the reasons some of them call us. As they see it, they don't have to prove anything to us. Another reason men just lie there is that they think you're so experienced that you'll judge them incompetent. Other men just lie there because they simply prefer it. They feel that as long as they're paying for it, why not? So just do your best. (Review # 1758)
- Tips for Escorts-Part 4 Dated Added: Sun Jun 18 2000 Submitted by: Amy
If they request things that you don't mind doing, please do them. Some men want you to talk dirty, and if that's something you can do comfortably, then by all means go ahead. If it isn't, say, "This might sound silly to you, but I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that. I'm sorry, and I hope you understand."
Some men might want you to touch yourself while they watch, and here, too, the rule of thumb is that you shouldn't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Sometimes he might want to touch you back there. Technically it's known as "Greek". Only let him if it is no major displeasure to you.
How much should you appear to enjoy yourself? You've probably heard that a call girl never actually enjoys her work. Well, that is true some of the time. Some of the time it isn't true. Obviously, your enjoyment will depend on whom you're with, but many of these gentlemen are decent looking and nice company. A few are in fact good lovers. So you may be surprised by your own reactions.
But should you pretend it was "good for you" if it really wasn't? In most cases, no, especially if the man hasn't spent much time or effort on making you feel good. These men aren't dumb, and if you fake it, you'll be insulting their intelligence. On the other hand, if he's gone out of his way to make things pleasant for you, or if it's clear that he just won't stop until you've done your thing, then you might consider a little dramatization. But please be subtle about it; don't go and splatter yourself all over the ceiling.
What happens when you're all finished? Let's say you've got fifteen or twenty minutes left. Now, with my agency these gentlemen are technically entitled to "get happy" twice an hour. If this bit of fact comes up, it comes up. Otherwise, don't worry about it. You'll probably see more clients who don't do it all than those who do it more than once, so it's not really much of a problem.
In the event you only have a few minutes left, but he's interested again, you might say, "I'd really love to, but I have to rush things, I just don't think that would be fair to you. Why don't I call the office and tell them I'm going to be staying an extra half hour?" That way nobody will feel rushed.
In general: Whatever you do or suggest, always make it sound like you're doing it for his pleasure and convenience.
But what if you'd really rather not go at it again? Tell him what a great back rub you give. Ask him to roll over on his tummy and give him a nice back rub. In ten or fifteen minutes, believe me, the only thing on his mind will be sleep.
Now, the one thing you definitely do not want to do when everything is finished is jump up and run into the bathroom and scrub yourself down as if you're trying to rub off the germs. These men would be hurt by that. They took pains to be clean for you, and they don't want you to feel that they're dirty. So be careful about that.
When you're all done, stay with him and stroke him, and try to maintain that loving mood. Then, five or ten minutes before it's time to leave, say, "Oh, gee, I'm afraid that I just have to get up and start getting ready." Make it sound like you're sad to do it. Then say, "Now don't move, I'll be right back." Go into the bathroom, get a hot washcloth and a towel, and run back and do your little geisha girl routine. After all, it's not fair for you to hog the bathroom and leave the poor guy out there without a chance to wash up.
Most of the men prefer to get dressed to say goodbye to you. I know that sounds odd, but they really do. So you might ask if he'd like to use the bathroom before you go in there. Most of them won't. At that point, gather up all your gear and go in.
Once you're in the bathroom, take a look in the mirror and access the damage. Sometimes one side of your face will be totally gone. Sometimes you'll be pristinely clean and gorgeous, and on other nights you'll be a total wreck. Keep your makeup simple so this doesn't take half an hour. You really have about five minutes to put yourself back together again.
Still, you want to look as attractive going out as you did coming in. For one thing, you want to leave him with a good memory of you. For another, you don't want the doorman or the security people to notice that you look different from when you came in earlier in the evening. Also, you might be going on another call, and you'll have to look as good for the second guy as you did for the first. Don't think you can fix yourself up in the cab. You must get dressed in the bathroom where there are bright lights and a mirror.
Many clients seem to have a thing about girls taking a shower while they're there. You can stay in the bathroom for ten minutes silently brushing hair and doing makeup and you'll never hear a peep. But if you're in there for five minutes, and he hears the water running from the shower, the agency may start getting phone calls about how you spent an hour in the bathroom. I don't know what it is about showers that drives these guys crazy. So unless you really need one, and most of the time you won't, see if a sponge bath will do the trick. If you really need a shower, you have your shower cap with you, so hop in. But make it quick.
Now it's time for him to pay you, and a lot of men get embarrassed at this point. Some of them will hand you the money in an envelope. Some will try to put it in your table. Others will give it to you directly. However they give you the money, if it's cash, it's your job to count it before you leave. I realize this can be embarrassing, and if it helps, you can say something like: "I really hate to be counting it all in front of you, but I hope you understand that I'm responsible for this."
Sometimes they will give you the money before you call the office to say you're leaving, and sometimes afterward. You'll say: "Hi, this is Amy, I'm leaving," and they'll say: "Okay, you should have so and so much in cash," or whatever.
If he hasn't paid you yet, you can get off the phone and say: "The agency says I should have so and so much." If you'd rather not discuss money directly with the client, the agency's office should do it for you. After all, that's one of the things you pay them for. You can simply give him the phone, and they'll take care of it with him.
Before you leave, be sure to thank him for calling your agency, and tell him you had a lovely time. At this point, he may give you a tip, and if he does, be sure to thank him. If the tip is more than 50 dollars, and especially if it's over 100, let him know that you're thrilled. The clients like to give you a tip not only to thank you, but also because they want to make you feel good. So don't accept it as a matter of course, and don't act as if it's not important.
On your way out of the hotel, you'd rather not use the public telephones on the lobby. A lot of girls who work for the cheaper agencies sign up with half a dozen different places. After they finish with one call, they check in with their answering service, see who's called them, and go out again. They even try to arrange their schedules so they can see two or three clients in the same hotel. The hotel security people are wise to this, and they often stand around the phone bank. You should always try to minimize the time you spend in the lobby, and that goes for using the house phones, too. Unless the agency tells you that the hotel requires you to call the room before you go up, don't bother. Just sail through the lobby as if you belong there. (Review # 1757)
- International Escorts Part I Dated Added: Fri Dec 10 1999 Submitted by: Parthenope
[The following post is in response to another posting in this Historical and Social Reports section]
~~His posting does not try to advertise the escort industry. It aims to replace uninformed prejudice with informed opinion. - For seven years, from 1987 to 1994, I worked as a high-class call-girl for an agency registered in the Cayman Islands. I retired 5 years ago, married and I now live with my husband and our children. I am 33 years old. I have some facts to bring.~~
THE AGENCY. The Myth: The High-Class Agency is run by spooks - the CIA or similar - or the mob to entrap and blackmail the mighty. - Rot. Never once have I heard any of anything in this vein; and for good reason. Just think logically. The spooks may launch honeytraps, but it's of specific individuals in specific circumstances. They're not going to go to the trouble - and potential for scandal - of running an agency day to day. Ditto the pizza-men. Sure, they're into prostitution as a business - ever visited Nevada? - but it's strictly as a business. (The JFK affair may have been an exception, if you believe the stories.) Crime families are based in specific cities and it wouldn't surprise me if they're a presence behind some of the escort services that list in the local yellow pages. High-class agencies, by contrast, are national and international in their horizons, do not list in yellow pages and service a still predominantly WASP world - in tone, at least - to which our Sicilian buddies are strangers. So no, the sort of agency I worked for hasn't got a secondary or secret agenda. Its motivation is exactly what you'd expect it to be. To make money. Which it does. Lots of it. -
My agency was owned and run by two retired call-girls, with the assistance of a lawyer and an accountant. Registered in the Caymans and physically headquartered in another Caribbean country, it was, obviously, beyond US jurisdiction; though it hadn't gone to the trouble of arranging its affairs this way for the reason you probably imagine, i.e. to avoid criminal prosecution. A smart, discreet US-based agency can usually do that, though it will be hassled occasionally (especially in the weeks before an election). -
No, it wasn't so much the DA the agency was avoiding as the IRS. And by locating where it did, it accomplished exactly that. Standing accounts, credit cards and wired transfers are the required forms of payment at this level of the industry; and once the clients' money is south of the Florida Keys, it doesn't re-enter US jurisdiction. First it goes into the agency's offshore accounts. Then, once its 20-30% cut is deducted, it moves on into the girls' offshore accounts. Neither the agency nor its girls is a blip on the IRS's radar. Until recently, the obvious tax advantages of such arrangements may have been negated by communications difficulties, but these days that's a thing of the past. With no need for - indeed, an active desire to avoid - public visibility, running a high-class escort business from a balmy, laid-back, tax-free Caribbean paradise makes a lot more sense than running one from Manhattan Island. After all, the phones, the fax-machines and the internet work just as well there. And the natives are a whole lot more friendly. - Does this mean the agency's girls had to relocate to the Caribbean? Not at all. We visited plenty - it's a nice place to visit - but there was rarely any need for us to. In essentials, how the system works is this:
* Potential new client contacts the agency.
* The agency checks him out. (Nothing too heavy, though.)
* One of the agency's representatives (NOT a call-girl) meets with him. She looks for further evidence that he's an okay guy, with the financial resources to be a regular customer. If she's happy, she'll show him "the book", with the girls' pictures and details. He makes his pick.
* The rep and client contact the agency, the agency contacts the girl, the girl schedules a time and place - always a hotel for a first date - and the client opens his account with the agency.
* The date goes ahead and, if both parties are happy, the girl will have a new "regular". If not, he can always have another look in "the book". (Though, if the first girl has found it necessary to warn the agency off him for some reason, he will not be invited back.) ...And so on. Each time the guy wants a date, he rings the agency and they make the arrangements. This modus operandi suits everyone.
* For the agency, it means it gets its money offshore: tax and hassle-free. It is able to work in the discreet way its clients require.
* For the girls, it means the added security of meeting pre-screened guys. Non-cash payment - yes, the agency was trustworthy - has advantages in the unlikely event of outside attention. In such circumstances, we would simply have been the client's "mistress"; and there would have been no evidence - like a roll of bills - to contradict the claim.
* The clients appreciate such cover too, along with all other aspects of the agency's discretion. Apart from the vast superiority of its girls to those obtainable at one of the "yellow pages" agencies, its quiet, personal arrangements with them reassure nervous executives. - Aside from its day-to-day managerial and administrative role, the agency also:
* Ensures the agency is legally bomb-proof in its countries (formal and actual) of domicile;
* Helps its girls arrange their financial affairs (offshore accounts, etc.);
* Recruits new girls (see The Girls);
* Trains its recruits.
* Most important of all though, it does what none of the girls could do on their own. It plugs them into the world of people willing and able to pay top-dollar for top talent. In the same way that the wealthy go to private tailors and frequent exclusive clubs, so they patronize a very few escort agencies. Word sort of passes amongst them as to which they can trust. And, if an agency is one of those that is trusted - as mine was - then it and its girls are absolutely made.
THE CLIENTS. The Myth: They're all jetsetters. Movie stars. Pro-athletes. Playboys. - Well, my agency was about as high-class as they come, and this wasn't the market it catered to. And, though other agencies probably did focus more on such people, my personal experience is evidence that you can make a very good living in the business without subjecting yourself to such types. And I do mean subject; because I, for one, was mightily relieved to be able to avoid them. Why? Because, when it gets down to it, these are rather trashy people. They've got their money very young and for vapid reasons: the star's pretty face, the jock's forearms and eye for a ball, the playboy's rich daddy. But the human qualities that come from working your way up are often missing, and they tend to treat the people who cross their path like disposable commodities. - No high-class girl in a position to pick and choose her clients as he is his girls will have to take this. - Wealth was a necessary but not sufficient condition for hiring my former agency's girls. There were plenty of monied people out there the agency and its girls preferred not to touch, and the trashy nouveau-riche were high on the list. - My agency's niche was to offer a classy service to classy people: educated, intelligent men, with some depth to them and who knew how to treat us right, i.e. with respect. And just as Heidi Fleiss provided her trashy Hollywood crowd with trashy model-actress-whatevers, so my agency was careful to provide its far more sophisticated clientele with intelligent, upmarket girls. Our clients fell into three main categories:
* Senior corporate executives. Either entrepreneurial types who had "made it" in a business of their own or MBA types who had climbed to the top of the corporate ladder. Having worked long and hard to get where they had, they obviously reckoned it was time to enjoy some reward.
* Wealthy professionals. Bankers. Doctors. Lawyers. Invariably these were men who had just made partner of the firm and for whom the dollars were beginning to flow. They were also - like the executives - finally in a position where they received serious expense accounts, where a call-girl could be conveniently hidden among the hotel bills and airline tickets.
* "Old money". Many trust-fund princes fell into the playboy category we avoided. Most, though, were okay. Born into wealthy families, they had usually been through good schools and colleges, picking up some of the sophistication and manners that you don't normally find among the too-much too-soon crowd. Some broad generalizations:
* Most were middle-aged. Forty-something on average, though the spread was a lot wider: twenties to sixties.
* They treated you well. As a person not as a thing. Most were genuinely pleasant, but almost all were at least neat, clean and well-mannered.
* Far more were married than not; though few were "escaping". It's a cliché that the client justifies going to a call-girl by whining on that his wife "doesn't understand him"; and it's largely a myth. The last thing most of them want to do is discuss their home-lives or families. Part of the reason they're with us is to be able to unwind and forget all that; to feel young again.
* They were uniformly well-educated. Occasionally you'd meet a "self-made" type, but usually even these had been to college. Many had passed through "name" colleges: Harvard, Yale, Oxford England. And a very high percentage had been at private schools.
* Most viewed their time with us in the same practical way we did. They didn't obsess about it. They didn't have guilt trips about it. Theirs is a world where the cost-benefit analysis is standard, after all. And, having opted to pay for us, they set about enjoying their time with us. - One final thing. Though our clients were mainly American and we saw them mainly in America, we were not restricted to clients from the States or to seeing them only in the States. I spent a lot of time in London, for example, where the agency did a lot of work. Toronto was very much on our circuit, as was Tokyo (though after one trip there, I avoided it; not my scene at all). Other countries cropped up - France, Germany, Mexico, etc. - but usually we stuck to English-speaking nations and, always, English-speaking clients. Socially though, our clientele remained similar regardless of its nationality. The categorizations I give above - senior executives; wealthy professionals; inherited money - broadly hold for all the nationalities we saw.
THE SERVICE. The Myth: It's all role-playing and bizarre fantasies and kinky sex. Such services are NOT what the high-class agency provides. The elite agency's unique selling-point is quality. The quality of the girl: her looks, her presentation, her conversation. And the quality of her love-making: her body, her energy, her technique. My former agency's girls didn't get into perversions and dressing-up because they didn't have to. They were more than capable of satisfying their clientele without any of that. - I'll spell it out directly. Scat, watersports, Greek and anything involving bondage or physical injury was out. Period. - So what did we offer? Well, first and foremost, the best oral and vaginal sex going. I know that reads as quite a claim but, among ourselves, the girls at the agency spoke freely, and we were all able to cite dozens of unsolicited testimonials about us being their "best ever". Clients actions speak even louder than their words though, and the fact that they kept coming back to us probably says even more. There were other agencies out there, after all, but few left us for them. The traffic, in my experience, was all the other way. How did we get to be such good sexual athletes? Much the same way people get to be good at anything else; a mix of natural ability, mental application, physical training and practice. As I explain below, the agency was very careful about who it hired; but even those who made it through the selection process were not regarded as in any way the finished article. Specifically, the agency made a point of tutoring its new recruits in advanced sexual techniques. And although the girls - myself included - were all already a lot more experienced and adept than the average (we wouldn't have been hired if we weren't), I think we would all admit to having learnt a lot. Remember, the agency's owners were themselves former top-dollar call-girls. They were experts. They knew that there is a world of difference between the "charge by the hour" girl and the top call-girl who is entertaining the guy for the night. The quick, impersonal bang is not an option. It's the difference between a rock song and an orchestral symphony; and to conduct the symphony right needs skill and application. Again though, I don't want to give the impression these were some great dark secrets that were being passed to us. We weren't learning by rote the more obscure chapters of the Kama Sutra or anything. Rather we were just learning ways to control the male body: to simmer it slowly and steadily, and to only let it boil at the exact moment we wanted. Just as importantly though, they taught us that sex is only a part - albeit the central part - of the quality escort's service. You're giving him attention. You're making him feel good about himself. You're helping him unwind. That's why the agency wanted bright, empathetic personalities, capable of conversation and genuinely pleasant to be around. - And, of course, there was the actual escorting too. (The euphemistic term "escort" is sort of a bluff within a bluff. Of course, when we're talking "escorting" we're really talking about paid sex. And yet, at the top level, genuine escorting work can often be a big part of the service.) We were trained for this too. Dress. Presentation. Crash courses in theater/opera/ballet appreciation. The whole nine yards, though some of us were a lot more comfortable with it than others. (The agency actually made a point of asking clients how much of this side of the service they would want and, if there was likely to be a lot, the agency usually recommended me and one or two others who were the best educated and most socially adept of their girls.) So...the best sex; good company; quality escorting; and all wrapped up in complete discretion. That, baldly stated, was what we offered. Like I say: nothing very kinky or bizarre. But still a service which - performed the way we performed it - that kept the clients coming back time and again, and paying top dollar to do so.~~ (Review # 993)
- The Elite International Escort Part II Dated Added: Thu Dec 09 1999 Submitted by: Parthenope
THE GIRLS. The Myth: The girls are all nymphomaniac junkies resting between modeling assignments and acting jobs. - The iron laws of economics apply to the sexual services industry just as any other. At the bottom of the range - the street-corners - competition is a matter of price and proximity (as it is between McDonalds and Burger King). In the middle of the market - the "yellow pages" agencies - it is a matter of attaching extravagant claims to an indifferent product (as it is between Ford and GM). At the top end of the market - my former agency - things are far more a matter of quality, style and reputation (rather as they are for Ferrari and Rolls-Royce).
Price is a secondary concern. It's the excellence of the product the customer is interested in. - I have described what we provide for our clients: "the best sex; good company; quality escorting; and all wrapped up in complete discretion".
Now ask yourself: How would those same nymphos/junkies/MAWs fare attempting to provide such a service? Discretion? From an actress? Quality escorting? From a nymphette? Good company? From a junkie? The best sex..? Well, a nympho may perform often, but that doesn't mean well; and the junkie may think she's good...but then she also may think she's a giraffe or an airplane; and the actress may...well, you've seen "When Harry Met Sally", right? Oh, and the model. The current icon of male desire. But do guys really think she'd be any good in the sack? Bottom line is that sex is an athletic activity. Do you really think one of those stick-insects could perform for more than thirty seconds at a stretch? - I'm willing to concede the odd actress or model may have done okay in the business, but I regard them as exceptions. Aside from which, the mere mention of them again conjures up the name of Heidi Fleiss...the "How Not To" of professional escorting.
In my experience, MAWs were simply not a presence. And they were certainly not what my former employers looked for. - Who did my agency employ? There was, of course, no identical girl. But, for all our differences, it is possible, looking back, to see that in many respects we were quite a homogeneous group. And, although I doubt that any one of us would register top marks in every one of the categories I'm going to list, the following characteristics and abilities were central to what the agency was looking for in its recruits.
* Good-looks. I use "good" rather than "amazing" deliberately. Model looks weren't required. Girl-next-door pretty was quite sufficient. Indeed, a fresh-faced look was preferred to the over-painted glossy-magazine one. A girl exuding youthful vitality was much preferred to anything vampish.
* Compact Physique. Hollywood seems to think call-girls start at six foot. In my experience the opposite is true. Average, even slightly below average, heights are preferred, for the simple reason most guys like to be taller than their escort. The popular image is on surer ground in seeing us as svelte. This is so, though we're not anorexics. The agency encouraged us to work out, though almost all of us didn't need urging; we were the sort who did so already. Consequently, though lithe and uniformly fat-free, ours was a toned, healthy, athletic look.
* Fluent English-speakers. Most of the girls were American. There were a number of English girls, the odd Canadian or Scandinavian and one or two of the "cosmopolitan" types who seem to have roots in several countries and none. But it was fluency in English rather than this or that nationality that the agency required of its girls. The reason was simple: not just in the countries we focused on, but others - indeed globally - the language of the wealthy and successful - i.e. our clients - is English.
* Good Background. Another thing the movies and novels get wrong is in making the call-girl some poor lost soul from the gutter dazzled by the world of rich people. In fact, the roots of high-class escorts are not only invariably middle-class, but often towards the upper end of the middle class. Take me: I went to a private girls' day school and grew up round country clubs. And, while I wouldn't describe my roots as wealthy, they were certainly comfortable. This sort of background, not poverty, was the norm. Remember: the agency needed girls at ease in the world of the wealthy. Someone like me, just a couple of notches below it, was far better equipped to blend into it than someone from a housing project and a city high school. There was also the matter of accent. Of sounding right at the social events a client might want to take you to. Basically, you just have to sound intelligent, but two accents are definite pluses...and two clear minuses.
The pluses are British English, which sounds erudite and sophisticated to American ears, and Soft Southern States, which sounds sexy; the minuses are Valley Girl (okay it's a manner as much as an accent) which marks you as a moron, and Noo Yawk...which is social death, pure and simple.
* Intelligence. The executive who hires a top escort isn't, as a general rule, in need of an update on the daytime soaps. He's only rarely interested in which rock star has just released a new album. So, if those are your main conversational gambits, you're in trouble. In fact, of course, if that's the limit of your conversation, the agency would never have hired you in the first place. The clientele my former agency served consisted almost entirely of clever, successful men. And, while they may have hired us to help unwind, they were still looking to unwind in the company of someone with whom they could conduct intelligent talk. On top of which, there was the actual escorting side of the work. Often this involved mixing socially where, again, you had to be able to impress in educated company. So the agency usually looked for college co-eds: preferably ones on decent courses - some real academic discipline, not a joke major - and at the better schools. Of course, there are plenty of retards at the average college, so it was a rough yardstick. But in the absence of better alternatives, it was one the agency stuck with, at least as a starting-point.
* Athleticism. Sex is intense physical exercise, and the best athlete is the best equipped for it. Far better, certainly, than some malnourished model. Which is why the agency sought an athletic background in its recruits. Some girls were gym fiends: into aerobics and workouts. Several others had been dancers or studied dance. (Indeed, a background in ballet was reckoned a BIG plus by the agency. The reason? As someone put it: ballet is "lap dancing for the rich". The tuxedo brigade fantasize about Sylvie Guillem the way they drool over Heather Locklear down at The Hard Rock Cafe.) In most cases though, it was sports that featured on our resumes, and usually quite a lot of it. I, for instance, was a good swimmer and a more than decent tennis player but, if anything, I was towards the lower end of sporting attainment. Other girls had been nationally competitive, and the agency recruited NCAA scholarship kids like crazy. (In fact, they focused on it so much, we joked about the agency running its own "college draft".) Not that they looked at every sport the same. Generally, they didn't recruit from things like basketball or volleyball: these tend to feature big, rangy body types, and (like I've said) that's not what the market wants. Instead, it looked at - and got - sprinters, swimmers, divers and gymnasts.
* Grit. Hollywood loves to portray call-girls as traumatized/victimized/stressed out. This is the polar opposite of reality. Anyone emotionally frail wouldn't have got to first base with the agency. It couldn't risk hiring anyone who might "lose it" under pressure. The stakes were altogether too high. What it wanted was tough-minded, level-headed types; girls who could cope with any kind of crisis without embarrassing themselves or the agency. Apart from which, the day-to-day demands of the work demanded we be cool, grounded people. Practical. Gritty.
* Sexual Maturity. High School boys get obsessed with football; Troy Aikman, John Elway and Brett Favre don't. They don't because they can't afford to. It's not an obsession for them...it's a job. Which means they need to approach it coolly and professionally...not in a state of hyper-ventilation. It's the same for a call-girl. We don't obsess about sex. We can't. It's our job, and we have to be cool and professional about it...as well as very good. (Note, again, how this rules nymphomaniacs out of the business.) So, when the agency recruits, it is looking for girls confident in their sexuality. They'll be experienced certainly. Probably fairly promiscuous; but selectively so. The type willing and able - in college, say - to pick the guys she wants and to go get them; the type that has already instinctively learnt how to use her sexual wiles. The agency will take those instincts and skills and build on them. Experience does the rest.
* Ambition. At the lower and middle ends of the sexual services industry, I imagine you do get girls entering the profession out of desperation: to escape hardship or abuse, or to feed a habit. At the top end though, it's very different. Simply put, it's a matter of ambitious girls taking a rational career decision. Working for an agency with an "in" to the wealthy is as guaranteed a way to be rich at a young age as there is. Plus it's fairly safe. Plus you get to live a champagne lifestyle: the best hotels, the best restaurants. Et cetera. Et cetera. I'm not saying this to "sell" the job. I don't have to, and nor did the agency. If a girl is ambitious, and the chance comes her way, she will jump at it. I did. And candidly it's the best decision I ever made.~~
THE MONEY. The Myth: We all make $500/1,000/2,000/5,000/10,000 an hour/a night/a week. Prices are set the same way as in any other market: by the interaction of supply and demand. And, though demand for the top-end product is considerable, the availability of suitably talented girls is (unfortunately, from the agency's point of view) sufficient to prevent prices from skyrocketing to the areas imagined by some. A girl starting out at my former agency would be charging $1400-1600 a night. Usually it was $1500, but the priority for a new girl is to get customers even if she has to go down to $1400 a night for a while. There are two reasons for this. (i) The agency wants her working, both to prove she can do it - initially she's on a kind of probation - and to acquire the experience that will make her a lot better at her work. About ninety per cent of what you learn on the job, I think, you learn in the first three/six months. (ii) The whole drive of the agency is to establish clients as regulars. Naturally, this suits the agency: regulars don't have to be checked out each time the way newcomers do. It is even more important to the girl though. Aside from the fact that familiarity always makes things easier - with any new client you never know quite what you're going to get - turning a guy into a regular customer who will pay to see you again and again is the basis for pushing on towards the really big bucks. - Why? Well initially, in order to pass your "probation" with the agency. If you're not good enough to get a guy coming back for more when you're charging him $1,400 a night, you're not going to be able to do it at $2,000 or $2,500 a night. Once you've proved you can get your hooks into the guys though, the drive is on to start filling your diary; and being able to pencil in five or six regulars at the start of each month gets you there a lot quicker than waiting for passing custom to come your way. -
Bookings for a hundred nights a year is your target at the start. Once you're on track for hitting the three digits, the agency will start hiking your price to newcomers. Make a few of these into regulars and the agency will okay you to hike the prices of your older regulars; because if one or two won't pay up, you can get along without them now. (This is rare though. If you play it right, you can sell them the extra $$s.) In this way, as your diary fills - as demand for your services increase, in economic terms - so your price starts to inflate. And, once started, that inflation can be gratifyingly fast and steep. I was lucky in that I was particularly good at the public escorting side of the business, and that niche got me extra custom. (A single guy who needed an impressive "girlfriend" for social occasions. A company director who wanted someone smart and pretty around for the social side of major contract negotiations.) As a consequence, I was hitting my hundred nights after only about a year, by which time most of my diary was made up of regulars. From that base, I was able to push my price up so fast that, by the end of my second year, I was costing newcomers $2,500 a night. - Two and a half thousand a night is the semi-official target the girls are shooting for. (It's usually about the limit the market will bear. Though, once you're established at $2,500 a night and have a full diary, you can pitch prospective newcomers the "only for $3,000" ball and see if they swing at it. A few do, but at that level you really are at the edge of the market's tolerance; no matter how talented you are.) Not all the girls ever get there though, and I think most of them hit their personal ceiling somewhere between $2,000 and $2,500 a night.
The phrase "full diary" isn't meant literally. No girl works every night or anything close to it. As a general rule, we regarded a full diary as being around a hundred and twenty nights a year - i.e. working one night in three - and, after my first year of building up my personal client base, that was pretty much what I worked. Obviously though, this isn't a simple "one night on, two nights off" business. For one thing, there's the matter of traveling to the city where you're meeting the guy. He, of course, picks up the tab for your expenses, but you've still got to make the actual trip. Which takes time. Most importantly though, not every date is a simple "one night" affair. A lot of guys like weekends. Others might want you for the duration of some conference or convention. Others still like you to vacation with them. (One guy took me for a week on Maui three years in a row.) So a lot of those hundred and twenty or so nights will come in blocks...which is good, because it gives you bigger breaks the rest of the year. -
Two important points I haven't covered so far. (i) I've spoken of "nights". By this I mean: meet up with the guy in the evening, go to a restaurant/whatever with him, then it's back to his hotel through to breakfast. In other words, we're giving the client a proper date; his money's worth, expensive though we are. We do not, repeat not, charge by the hour. Not ever. That's the preserve of the street-corner girls and their near neighbors, the agencies in the yellow pages. (ii) The Agency's Cut. It's 20-30%, or some four hundred to six hundred dollars per night. As your per night charge rises, its cut rises in cash terms but drops as a percentage.~~ (Review # 987)