The Girlfriend Experience

by Rebecca Dakin

  The Girlfriend experience My fun and adventurous life as an escort

  Rebecca ‘Bea’ Dakin

  Published by Rebecca Dakin

  www.rebeccadakin.com

  www.thegirlfriendexperience.tv

  First published in paperback in 2009 by John Blake Publishing All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher.

  © Text copyright Rebecca Dakin 2009

  I dedicate this book to a few people. Firstly my Grandma Edith: I miss you every day. Secondly to Mum and Dad for your unconditional love, and lastly to all my other family and friends who never judged me and who

  accept me for who I am. The art of peace emanated from the Divine Form and the Divine Heart of existence; it reflects the true, good, beautiful, and absolute nature of creation and the essence of its ultimate grand design. The purpose of the Art of Peace is to fashion sincere human beings; sincere human being is one who has unified body and spirit, one who is free of hesitation or doubt, and one who understands the power of words.

  The totally awakened warrior can freely utilize all elements contained in heaven and earth. The true warrior learns how to correctly perceive the activity of the universe and how to transform martial techniques into vehicles of purity, goodness and beauty. A warrior’s mind and body must be permeated with enlightened wisdom and deep calm.

  Morihei Ueshiba (1883–1969)

  From The Art Of Peace: Quotes from Morihei Ueshiba translated and edited by John Stevens.

  Disclaimer:

  Various names, places, details and situations have been changed for legal reasons.

  My thanks to John Blake, for eventually (with some gentle persuasion and my persistence) believing in me, my book and my ability as a writer. You were right; I could do it on my own!

  Also thanks to my editors at Blake – Dan for initially reading my blurb and helping me format chapters and put it in some sort of order, and Vicky for her invaluable advice on the reformatting of my book. All your changes were for the better! And lastly to Allie, thank you for helping me in these crucial final stages.

  I was initially inspired to write my story after reading the anonymous Belle De Jour . I was compelled to write my story and show a very different side of escorting – the less seedy side, and the social side of escorting. So thank you Belle (if you exist!) for inspiring me.

  I should also thank all my clients over the years, for giving me so many wonderful experiences and opportunities that otherwise I’d never have had. I can’t thank you enough. Those

  The Girlfriend Experience of you who I’ve written about, I hope you think I have been discreet enough – thank you for giving me the material and inspiration to write. To my regulars that have stuck by me for years – T, G, J and J, a special thank you and lots of love to you.

  To my friends and family who have contributed to my book with your thoughts on me and my profession, huge thanks. I know we’ve all got busy lives so it really is appreciated that you took the time to write your thoughts for me – Sensei, Pete, Keith, Katie G, Aunty Sue, Vickie, JZ, Daniel James, Andy, Andrea, Aunty Kate, Jenny, Nat and last but by no means least Mum. You have all played an essential part in the balance of my book. I can’t thank you enough.

  Aunty Kate – thanks for reading through all my literature and advising me. You’ve been an absolute star!

  Nat – You’ve known me half my life. Thanks for reading my earlier attempts at writing, your input in the book, and also for passing various extracts around your office for feedback. You’ve encouraged and believed in me all the years I’ve been writing – a massive thank you to you.

  Paola – Many thanks for reading through and advising me on how to tweak a few of my diary entries.

  Sensei Ken – My life has changed for the better since I joined your dojo and you introduced me to the art of Aikido. As the years go by I can feel my confidence building and I am growing both spiritually and mentally – many thanks to you and to all your staff at the dojo for all your emotional support, encouragement and for believing in me and helping me believe in my self.

  To all my family and friends, thank you for your patience over the past five years as I changed from a social butterfly to a writer and consequently a hermit, and for understanding and accepting my lack of calls, and time to meet.

  I’ve had a few rocks over the past few years. Keith – my very dear friend, thank you for consistently being there, listening and supporting me. Another special thank you to my dear gentleman friend T, you know who you are. I don’t know what I would have done without you over these past few years! You’re my guardian angel. R, you’ve been a very supportive friend, over my years as an escort as you have advised me on the forums, my photos and website and patiently guided me through many problems with my total lack of computer knowledge (I know I haven’t got any better, but I’ve got other skills!) Last but by no means least, my gorgeous friend S, who’s supported me in the biz. I can’t imagine working all these years as an escort without you as a friend. Thank you!

  Big thanks again to Mick, my web designer @ MGF who has also put up with my ignorance about computers and has offered consistent support and advice well above the call of duty, on a number of occasions. You’ve been very good to me. Thank you!

  A number of biographies and autobiographies by people I admire also inspired me during my time writing, so my thanks also to Sharon Osbourne, Richard Branson, Tina Turner, Simon Cowell, Katie Price, Gordon Ramsay, Madonna and Paul O’Grady.

  During my early writing days I was fortunate enough to exchange emails with the author of one of my favourite books, The Game by Neil Strauss. I initially contacted him thinking I might be able to help with a book he was writing. This never happened but he did write some encouraging words to me about writing my book, so my thanks to you Neil. I hope you’ll read and enjoy my book as much as I did yours.

  And finally thank you to my parents for ‘putting up’ with me, even whilst I tested the boundaries of unconditional love. I love you both dearly!

  Contents

  The black sheep

  From student to peepshow and Millionaires Island Meeting the Pimp Daddy

  My first date

  Embracing the role

  Back to reality

  A-levels - a lot to learn

  Boyfriend number one - Kenny

  Bye, bye, Barbie!

  Captain 69

  Crossing the road can be

  Boyfriend number two - Alex

  The Boyfriend Experience

  A couple more great guys

  The dreaded question

  The Wife Experience

  So, why do men see escorts?

  Boyfriend number three - Steve

  Bad hygiene and inappropriate behaviour Escort etiquette

  The kinky jobs

  Sex with an ex

  Being single isn’t so bad after all! Sigh… It ain’t all glamour…

  What now?

  Thoughts from friends and family

  Top tips for GFE escorts

  Glossary

  Introduction

  So,what’s Andrew doing now?’ asked Jane, the family friend my mother hadn’t seen for years. ‘He’s working as a tree surgeon for one of his friends, and Peter is in telecommunications,’ she said of my two brothers, aged 28 and 30. My sister Sarah, 26 at the time, explained that she was working in Trading Standards for the council. ‘And what about Rebecca?’ Jane’s husb
and Paul asked. ‘She now works as a high-class escort,’ said Mum, with as much normality as she could muster. ‘So she’s a hooker?’ Paul countered triumphantly, with a big grin. Embarrassed, my Mum then tried to explain that I wasn’t a hooker and that I travelled all over the world, going to prestigious hotels and restaurants with businessmen.

  Like most people, I used to think escorts/call girls/prostitutes/whores/hookers were all the same, but now I don’t. I have nothing against prostitution or anyone in the sex trade, but the only word I would use for my profession is ‘escort’. The reason for this is that I sell my time: sex is not

  guaranteed, it is always my choice. I specialise in offering a ‘GFE’ – what’s known in the business as ‘the Girlfriend Experience’ – which I guess translates as a ‘hired girlfriend’. In other words, I spend long periods of time with the guys who choose to see me and we both take time to get to know one another. Most of my dates are overnights and dinner dates, but I also go away for short breaks. A very small percentage of my time is spent entertaining in the bedroom; most of my time on a date is taken up with socialising and dining.

  It’s a common misconception that men only pay escorts for sex. Men are a lot more in need of affection and companionship, and the feeling that they are attractive, listened to and wanted, than we women give them credit for.

  Some escorts would consider themselves prostitutes and some blatantly advertise their sexual services. Some people think there is no difference. Everyone interprets things differently. After you’ve read my book, why not make up your own mind?

  Diary: February 2008

  I haven’t seen John since last year. I only get to see him when his wife’s away, which isn’t often enough. John was looking for affection after his wife moved into a spare room, saying he snored. When they did share a bed he was never allowed to cuddle her and a couple of years ago she decided she wanted to move into the spare room. This is when he started searching for an escort. Apparently she only goes into his room when she wants sex. He never knows if it will happen or not, so he sits in his room waiting to see if he gets called on. The vision of this does make me chuckle; it sounds very clinical. She sounds stricter than me! He’s a really lovely guy, and it’s sad he doesn’t get the affection he needs from his wife.

  John is 75, but looks much younger. He’s over six feet tall, very fit and strong, and keeps himself trim. He has a full head of unruly grey hair. What I love about him is his great sense of humour, which is very dry, sarcastic and cheeky, much like mine. He’s extremely wealthy and generous, and usually takes me shopping when we meet to buy me expensive clothes and jewellery.

  I really look forward to seeing him because I am genuinely very fond of him. I’m very comfortable and relaxed around him so we both enjoy our meetings. I have found that the older guys are generally more chilled.

  My booking was for an extended overnight date that was to start at 6p.m. and finish at midday the next day. I’ve met him around twelve times, so we are very comfortable around each other, and I was looking forward to seeing him. He lives in Scotland, but flies down to meet me a couple of times a year.

  I had booked us a table at a local restaurant for dinner that evening. When I arrived at the hotel, I gave him a massive hug and the bag of gifts I had bought him for Christmas.

  I had found him a new leather glasses case (his old one was dogeared) and a leather tidy tray for his bedroom for his keys and coins. He always says I shouldn’t buy him presents, but I love buying him things because he’s so generous to me and his family, and he never buys anything for himself.

  Apologising, he said that he didn’t think he’d be able to take me shopping this time because his cat was ill and he was going to have to leave early. ‘Damn that cat!’ I thought. I told him that I hadn’t expected it (although I’d secretly hoped) and that I totally understood. After an hour of chat we wandered over to the restaurant.

  The owner smiled and winked at me as I walked through the restaurant door first. I’m sure he knows I’m an escort after seeing me with numerous older men . He greeted us warmly, while taking our jackets and directing us to the lounge.

  We both ordered non -alcoholic cocktails as we perused the menu. A teenage couple looked at us curiously as we began our banter, laughing at each other’s cheeky comments.

  They always bring intricate canapés that look too good to eat before we begin our meal. Whenever I can’t choose between two dishes from the menu, John will always tell me to order both, and when I say I won’t be able to eat it all, he insists it doesn’t matter. I know he’s serious, but I’d never do it. My mum brought me up not to be greedy and to eat everything on my plate! Even now I feel guilty and I’m apologetic if I can’t finish my food on my dates.

  John has a very sweet tooth and couldn’t decide which of the desserts to have, so he ordered all five. ‘Sir, we do an assiette of desserts, which is five smaller portions – a little of everything on the dessert menu,’ he was informed. Our waitress kept trying to explain how big the portions were; she wouldn’t listen to him. But he knew how big the desserts were, and he wanted five. Eventually she got the message and they came out, one by one. He finished every single mouthful. God knows where he puts it all!

  I always tell him off for pestering the waitresses. He jumps the gun : he’s even more impatient than me and that’s saying something! For example, when we’ve finished our mains, he’ll ask for the dessert menu without giving them a chance to offer it, then when we’ve finished, he’ll request the bill again without allowing them a moment to ask if he wants it. Then when we get the bill, he asks for his coat without giving them a chance to offer it. So I’ll tease him and tell him to behave, and not be so impatient. He just laughs and tells me I’m lovely.

  After a leisurely dinner, he requested the bill. They add a service charge, but he always tips them heavily on top of that, and when the young girl came with the card machine she told him the service charge was included. He knew it was and said it was OK. I don’t know how much extra he had put on , but the look of shock on the girl’s face was enough. ‘Are you sure?’ she asked, looking extremely unsure herself. He told her it was fine. ‘Oh, thank you, thank you so much, that’s very kind of you, thank you…’ she rambled, bowing gratefully and then scurrying off.

  Back at the room we dimmed the lights and lit candles. We put on some music (New ton Faulkner, for some relaxing acoustic guitar) and I stood on tiptoes to kiss him ; we swayed to the music, embracing each other.

  We fumbled about removing our clothes before lying down to get more comfortable. He loves to give me oral sex so he soon moved between my legs, gently parting them so he could lie between them. He’s very good at giving me oral sex, but I never climax, probably because he’s always asking me why I don’t, so I feel under pressure and never relax fully enough for it to happen .

  After pleasuring me he moved up my body, kissing up my torso, stopping momentarily at my breasts before moving back up to my lips. He loves his nipples to be pinched and sucked really hard (he’s only found that out since he’s been with me as we’ve experimented together). So I reached to pinch his nipple and his breathing got shorter and more frantic as he groaned in pleasure. He doesn’t always want me to give him oral sex, and this time he didn’t so he played with my breasts and I pinched and sucked his nipples as he grew more and more excited.

  I’ve never made him come yet, as he hasn’t with me, but I never mention it because I know I don’t like it when he questions why he can’t make me climax. He climaxes with his wife, so it’s a bit disheartening that I can’t make him because I know he wants to. I believe she tries harder than me and is far more patient. They probably make love for hours, whereas foreplay and fun lasts only about an hour or so with me.

  I’d ordered breakfast for 8.30a .m. It always feels very decadent to eat breakfast in bed. I love it! I woke when it arrived and we ate in bed… boiled eggs and soldiers, you can’t beat it! Then I left, leaving him to shower and che
ck on his cat. He still paid me for the extended date.

  When I got home and counted my envelope, he’d given me £1,200. A few days later he sent me a gift of £1,500 – I think because he felt guilty he hadn’t taken me shopping.

  CHAPTER 1:

  The Black Sheep

  I

  consider my parents and family ‘normal’, whatever that means. I come from a stable, close family and no one else has chosen such a risqué profession. My family is working-class. I am the eldest and the most responsible, in some respects (I’m sure they would disagree), of four. Although the relationship with my family is now getting stronger, I still consider myself to be the Black Sheep. It used to upset me that I was different, but now I am happy and content with the person I am.

  My dad is an only child and he met my mum when she was teaching in his hometown in Derbyshire. He was a navigator in the Merchant Navy and my mum was lucky enough to be able to travel the world with him. Mum is from a large farming family in Dorset and she carried on their tradition by having four of us. After Dad left the Navy, he took over the family newsagent business in Matlock. It was a thriving business, but newspapers and magazines only make a small profit, so as a family we weren’t considered well off. My parents chose to spend any spare money they had on our education, sending us all to a private primary school. They still live in the house they bought years ago, but Dad added an extension so we could all have our own rooms.

  We didn’t have holidays abroad, but we always had fun, even if we were all in a tent on my granny’s farm for our summer holidays! My mum was a very ‘hands on’ mum and used to take all of us and our friends for picnics and to beautiful countryside spots. One of our favourites was Robin Hood Stride, which was a bunch of rocks to climb. We’d take a picnic and there would be eight of us (because if one of us had a friend coming along, we all wanted to invite someone) and my mum, rammed like sardines in her big old rusty red Marina.