How I became an escort..Once upon a time I was a naive 19yr old second-year student from Lancashire who wondered how it was that her flatmate friend and class-mate, Monica, always seemed to have spare cash when in our first year she was always cash poor.My suspicions were aroused when she always seemed to get calls and texts in the evening and certain week-day afternoons. She would then disappear from class when at college or in to her room when at the flat.If she was at the flat she would then hurtle into the bathroom and come out glammed up, before leaving the flat dressed to kill. Me being naive thought little of it at first thinking that there was a new man in her life until I started noticing the bundles of cash.I pressed her on it and got no answers until, one day, I accused her of d**g dealing. It was then that she came clean and confessed that she was working as an escort for a known agency in the area and that the cash was payment from clients. I was gob-smacked and lost for words. Then she mentioned that I too was the kind of girl (in age and body shape, 19, slim nice canlı kaçak bahis body etc) that the agency was looking for and that I could make money that way too and, if I wanted, she could introduce me to the Agency – although I was to bear in mind that the clients (male or female) paid the agency for companionship – going to dinner, the theatre and the like. She said that anything else I did was ‘off the books’ and not to be mentioned at interview.I really had to think abou this. I had always thought of escorts negatively, but then I thought of how little cash I had had and how little I was paid and the hassle I got from my job at a well-known burger joint. Eventually after some wearing down from Monica I agreed and Monica arranged for me to meet with the Agency the next day and I found out later, getting a ‘finders’ fee when i was recruited.Monica had arranged for me to go there late afternoon on a Wednesday as our classes finished early that afternoon. She had advised me to go smartly dressed (nice dress, undies etc) and to be relaxed. So it was that I went along tipobet güvenilir mi and was interviewed and must have made a good impression as I was not only recruited but asked to meet with a client at a hotel in Cardiff that night.I was like wow! Really? Yes…really…can you be there at 8? I agreed yes, but was shaking like a leaf as I did so.I had a couple of hours spare and my first thought was to go and get pissed but I went to the flat, found Monica there and told her what had happened. She said that something similar had happened to her too. I asked her what I should do next. She informed me that she too had a job at the same hotel and we could get ready and travel there together if I wanted. I thought this a great idea, but first she said let’s get down to the chemist. So we did and picked up 2 boxes of condoms each as well as some lube and baby oil. I was like wow, what the fuck am I doing but feeling excited but nauseous at the same time.So we got ready to go out the flat. I wore the sexiest underwear I possessed and Monica loaned me some stockings. perabet giriş Dressed to kill and on a slight high after swigging some vodka we had the flat, we headed off to the hotel – giving the taxi driver a near heart-attack when Monica kissed me for luck.When we got to the hotel we went our separate ways and headed off to find our clients. Mine was middle aged guy from London named Rob. I was meeting him in the restaurant. Trying NOT to look to conspicuous as I asked the Head Waiter for his table I eventually sat down by him and he asked me to eat with him. I was so nervous I didn’t really feel like eating but opted for a light salad in attempt to not be too obvious about why I was really there.He was polite and not too intrusive about me and my history and eventually after we had each had a glass of wine (which I made sure was not interfered with) he asked if we should go to his room – asking me the cost. Monica had said that she charged £150 so we settled on that.In his room we had almost plain sex as he was a gentleman in need and not some of sex maniac thank God. I didn’t cum as I was far too tense but I did kiss him as I thought he was nice.He paid me the £150 (cash) agreed and I then dressed and left.My career as a prostitute had begun.When I got home I lay on top of my bed still dressed, still stunned at what I had done.