Three months after my ad appeared online I received my first voicemail. It was from a guy called Ade, who said that he ran a listings site where girls were earning £2,000 a week. I thought he was exaggerating, but was interested to meet him because I still hadn’t arranged any work. We met locally and he showed me colour photocopies of the ladies on the site. There were about ten in all at that time, and now there are over 100! He also let me speak to a couple of women on the phone, and I was quickly convinced that I had nothing to lose by giving it a go.
Then came the snag: I was told that every now and then he liked to meet up with one of the ladies, take her out for the evening and spend the night with her. It was obvious what he wanted. I remember thinking, ‘So, this is what a pimp looks like’. He wasn’t at all what I was expecting: he was in his forties – small, balding and average looking. He looked like a timid little salesman. There was no big fur coat or ‘bling’!
I got a bit short with him, argued my case, said what he was proposing was unreasonable, and left. He had offered to give me three months’ free listing to prove the site would work for me. Normally, it would be £40 a month. However, if I didn’t sleep with him, I would have to pay £300 a month. Later, I found out that I was just his type – blonde and slim, with big boobs. He didn’t ask everyone, only those he fancied and those new to escorting, or who were young and didn’t know any better.
I don’t like things being expected of me and I felt cheated. He emailed me to tell me, in a roundabout way, that because I wouldn’t sleep with him, I was unsuitable.
I thought about the situation a lot. At the end of the day it was my choice and I know now that had it not been for him, I might not have had the successful business I have today. I decided the good points outweighed the bad: I needed money, so to me it would be like a practise run for the real thing. I’d find out if I could really do it, and if it turned out I couldn’t, I wouldn’t actually lose anything. I emailed him back and told him I’d changed my mind.
He was dubious at first, but then he arranged to meet me for an evening in Manchester, which involved him taking photos of me to put on the website, followed by dinner out and then a bit of sex at the hotel in the evening, and again in the morning. Really, it was a practise run for an overnight booking, as he was an average looking businessman in his forties.
Doing the photos was fun, and I had lots of ideas for what I wanted to do. The shoot was a success, as was the evening that followed. We had dinner and then we went to a lap-dancing club, where he paid for me to have a couple of dances with the ladies. After that, we went back to the room and had foreplay and sex for a couple of hours. Then I knew I was up for the challenge of being an escort. It all seemed so easy! Sleeping with strangers was nothing new to me because of my promiscuous younger days, so it really wasn’t a big deal to have sex with him.
I didn’t have to consciously detach myself from the experience. I just knew this was someone that I didn’t know or care about so there was no feeling in my head or heart when I had sex with him; I simply had fun and made the best of it. I have always got a buzz out of giving people pleasure. Even before my escorting days, I always put the man’s pleasure before my own. That’s probably why I’ve never had an orgasm through penetrative sex.
Ade advised me on what to charge, and after hearing his stories about the girls on the site, and realising that escorting could be like going on real dates if I wanted it to be, I knew it was for me. To get paid to eat and socialise, what could be better? This was when I first heard the term ‘Girlfriend Experience’ (or ‘GFE’) which is, as the name suggests, being paid to be a ‘girlfriend’ and companion for the evening. I was keen to specialise in the longer bookings that included dinner, because it would be like going on a real date.
Ade advised me to charge £250 for one hour, which at the time was a lot for the north of England, but it’s to discourage people from booking just an hour. Every hour after that was an extra £100, and an overnight date would be £700. I couldn’t think of a name for myself, so when he suggested ‘Barbie’ (because I was very girly and liked pink things at the time), I couldn’t think of anything better so I went along with it.
My dad’s advice was to contact the Inland Revenue and register as a self-employed escort, to organise paying National Insurance and also to get myself an accountant. He recommended the family accountant, who hadn’t a clue about escort accounts, but he took me on. That all sounds ridiculously practical, but I think it was just my dad’s way of dealing with it. He didn’t want to talk to me about my escorting – it’s not as if he didn’t care, but he just didn’t know what to do with me. My parents never thought it would work out, and I think they hoped it would just be a short phase and thought that if they left me to it, I’d be back eventually with my tail between my legs.
CHAPTER 4:
My first date
Date: 04/08/2000
Day of the Week: Thursday
Time of Day: 7p.m.
Time Spent: Overnight
Price: £700
Place: Met at my home in Liverpool
Description: Barbie is a natural blonde, with – wow – natural breasts and a firm, amazing body. She is slim – size 10 at the most.
Comments: When Barbie arrived, we went straight out for dinner at a local French restaurant. Her pseudonym ‘Barbie’ does not do her justice, as despite her babe looks, she is certainly no bimbo. I found that her fun, sincere and intelligent personality made for a very pleasurable evening. After a relaxing dinner, we returned to my apartment, where we played a sexy version of ‘Spin the Bottle’, ending up with both of us stripped naked. This was girlfriend sex at its best. My date with her was one of the most erotic and sensual experiences of my life. I’ve seen quite a few escorts in my time and I’ve seen some of the best around, but Barbie is up there with them. She’s number one in my book! To be the perfect escort, it takes a very special woman and I have found that in Barbie.
I believe that because of the combination of her looks, personality and sexuality she will be a very sought-after lady. Guys, get to see her while you can because they don’t come any better!
Even before I had my photos on the website I received a call for an overnight booking in Liverpool. Ade had contacted a guy who regularly saw the ladies on his site and had given me a glowing report, following which the guy insisted he saw me the very next day.
I broke the news to Mum and Dad that I was embarking on my first escort job and that it would be in Liverpool. They knew about the listings site, but obviously they didn’t know that Ade had asked to sleep with me. To put their minds at rest, I truthfully told them that this particular client had seen loads of girls and was really nice, and that he’d booked us a table at a French restaurant. Neither of them tried to talk me out of it, they just accepted it – which is all they could have done, really. I think they were hoping that I’d learn from my own mistakes, and maybe that I wouldn’t enjoy it and could then move on and get a proper job. Mum agreed to give me a lift to the bus station, and I said I’d leave them full details of where I was going and who I would be visiting. They didn’t ask me to do this, but I knew they would worry, so I decided I’d give them this information for every job I went on, for my own safety as well as for their peace of mind.
I called my friend Nat and gave her the exciting news. She wanted me to phone her as soon as I got back and give her all the juicy gossip!
So this was to be my first escort job. I was thrilled and excited, not nervous at all. I think this was mainly due to the fact that I’d had lots of reassurance from Ade about the guy – he’d seen so many girls and obviously Ade had had positive feedback. He was the perfect candidate to break me into my chosen profession. Had the booking come in from someone that Ade didn’t know, I think I would have been terrified.
It took me about two hours to prepare for the job. I think I was also subconsciously readying myself mentally; I wanted to look preened to perfection for him so I spent a long time
bathing, shaving, moisturising and doing my nails.
I picked out black, sheer lingerie with delicate pink bows. For a long time, I deliberated about what to wear, going through the garments on my rail, all of which were clubbing clothes. I wasn’t about to wear my hot pants or rubber dress, and I didn’t have any skirts or dresses that were on the knee or below, which left trousers as my only option. Most of mine were funky, tight, boot-cut flares. I had a leather-look pair and a snake-print PVC pair that I wore all the time. In the end, I decided on the leather-look, which I wore with some black platform boots, a tight black top and a dark denim jacket. I just didn’t have any ladylike clothes – I didn’t do ladylike. I did chunky and funky club wear.
Before arriving for the job, I decided that I wasn’t going to think or worry about it. I was surprisingly confident. As someone who genuinely enjoys meeting all sorts of people, this was the part I was looking forward to. I knew that I was being paid for my time and that most of that time would be spent socialising, something that came naturally to me, and I think that was mainly why I wasn’t nervous about my date. And of course, having been promiscuous, I wasn’t worried about the sexual side of things.
One thing that I couldn’t help but think about was how to make the move to the bedroom after our meal. I still wasn’t sure, but decided to go with the flow. Being the chatty, open person I am, the conversational side of things didn’t bother me at all. I knew I would be OK.
I had a 40-minute bus journey and then caught the train to Liverpool. The journey took about four hours. When I arrived at his house, I took a deep breath, put on a big smile and rang the doorbell. He invited me in – he was an accountant, average looking and in his forties, with glasses, dark hair and a medium, trim build. He looked like your typical accountant. I remember thinking, if they all look like this and they’re all as easy-going as this, the job will be easy!
We went straight out to a nearby French restaurant. The meal was very tasty and the wine flowed. I couldn’t believe that I was being paid to go out for dinner with someone at a posh restaurant! I was totally overwhelmed by the whole experience. It was so exciting, I loved it! Thankfully he didn’t seem to mind my clumsy choice of attire.
Back at his house, we had a further drink and I suggested a game of strip spin the bottle, which made for a smooth transition to the bedroom.
I actually found it a quite a buzz that this guy was so in awe of me and willing to pay so much money just to be with me. We spent about an hour or so undressing and caressing, and giving each other oral sex. I was a bit of a show-off. The more he looked at me appreciatively, the more it made me want to perform. I wanted to be his ultimate fantasy. So, I writhed on the bed and teased him, looking up at him in a coy but suggestive way. I then straddled him and let his hands wander over my body. I used the tip of his penis to rub my clitoris, while I squeezed my boobs together to maximise my cleavage. I’ve always understood that men love visuals and women who are confident with their bodies.
I wasn’t sure how long we should indulge in foreplay and I didn’t know how long this guy was going to take to come when we had sex, or whether I should offer the condom or wait for him to ask. Eventually he asked me for one. My bag was in the other room! There’s a learning curve, I noted to myself. So, I had to pause our playtime while I jumped off the bed, rushed out of the room to find my bag and fished about for a condom… all the while praying he’d still keep his erection! Once I had found one, I went back to the bed and sucked him again to get him back to his full erection before slipping on a condom, and getting on top of him. By this point he was so excited that he didn’t last very long at all.
About 1a.m., we went to sleep and in the morning we had a bit more sex, this time with less foreplay, before having breakfast. He said he really liked me and that he would want to see me again, and then he paid me cash in twenties: £700. I couldn’t believe it! I had never held so much money in my hand before and I couldn’t stop grinning. I was beginning to feel as though this job was my ticket to getting rich and living the lifestyle I had dreamed about. A couple of months later he helped me to sort out my mortgage by confirming that I would have no problem making the payments, and we estimated how much money I would make for the year.
On the train home, I sat with a huge grin on my face, discreetly clutching the envelope in my bag and staring out the window, thinking, this is it – I’m finally on my way up! I daydreamed about what my life would be like: I’d be one of those glamorous women in designer clothes, with perfect nails and hair, designer handbags and shoes, breezing in and out of posh hotels and restaurants, with slick businessmen taking me all over the world… First-class travel… Paris…
I rang Nat and left her a long, rambling voicemail about how I had found it so easy, and that I was buzzing and had £700 in my bag!
The first thing I did when I got home was to count the money, and put all the Queen’s heads the same way, so they were neat. Then I counted it again… and again, before tucking it away back in its envelope. When Nat eventually called after she’d finished her boring 9–5 job, the questions rolled in: ‘You got how much?’
‘What did he look like?’
‘How old was he?’
‘Were you nervous?’
‘Where did you go to eat?’
‘What was the sex like?’
‘Was it difficult?’
‘Did you fancy him?’
‘Are you going to see him again?’
She was proud of me and said she could never do escorting. I remember thinking, it’s no big deal, really… but I guess to most people it is.
Date: 18/19 November
Day of the Week: Sunday/Monday
Time of Day: 8p.m.
Time Spent: 2 overnight stays
Price: £1,400
Place: My hotel
Recommended: Yes
Would You Return: Yes
Description: The photos on Barbie’s page are excellent, but don’t do this beauty justice. She’s around 5’8” with heels, and platinum blonde hair. Her figure is fabulous… she’s a real STUNNER!!!!
Comments: I contacted Barbie easily by phone, and had a couple of phone conversations. She likes to weed out timewasters and after a couple of calls, a date was arranged. When Barbie turned up at my hotel (bang on time) I couldn’t believe my eyes. What a babe, she is absolutely gorgeous!
Barbie confided in me that she was training to be a masseuse, and I was invited to her college as part of our date as she needed a volunteer to practice on. A relaxing massage was the perfect start to our overnight date! I was after the famous GFE, ‘Girlfriend Experience’, and Barbie offers this to perfection: lots of attention, lots and lots of love and tenderness, and forever asking if I was OK. Yes! What hot-blooded male wouldn’t be?
Barbie has it all: the personality, looks, brains and sense of humour. She is an absolute joy to be with!
Guys, I am not going to go into the sexual side of things
– all I will say is that I went home a very satisfied, content and happy man, the pinnacle of our time being bringing her to an orgasm on our second evening. There was no fake moaning and groaning here, this was for real!
You have to be prepared for people staring at you as a couple because of her drop-dead gorgeous looks. I enjoyed this immensely!
Barbie prefers the longer dates, rather than the twohour ‘wham, bam, thank you, Ma’am’ because she likes to get to know people. This isn’t her being greedy – she is just a very special lady who is very good at her job.
I can only say I wouldn’t spend £1,400 on just anybody! I will be seeing Barbie again in January, and this will be my one and only review, gentlemen, as I can assure you, if you meet her you won’t want to see anyone else either! Thanks, Barbie! Roll on the New Year!
CHAPTER 5:
Embracing the role
After my first job, the ball was rolling. I was buzzing and confident because of how well it went and how easy it was for me. So, when the overni
ght inquiries came in, I loved it. I started getting reviews on Punternet (a review site for escorts and working girls). They were all for overnights, so overnights became my thing. People would read the reviews and only book me for overnights. This was perfect, but it wasn’t a case of only wanting overnights because they earned me more money. They also take up a hell of a lot of time. For overnight dates, I travel all over the country and to Europe. Even for jobs in this country, I can be out of the house for over 24 hours.
I could actually make more money and use less time if I did short bookings and in-calls, but to my mind this would just be prostitution. It was years before I did my first 1-hour job and I haven’t done many at all. Four 1-hour calls could make me the same amount of money as an overnight, but I enjoy the travel, the different hotels, restaurants and scenery. Being a
The Girlfriend Experience people person and genuinely enjoying meeting new people, I knew I wanted to get to know the guys I met, not just spend time in bed with them. I have friends in the business who prefer the opposite. They don’t want to socialise with their clients – they just want to have sex with them and go.
My overnight work kit is all packaged up in an innocentlooking vanity case. The bottom layer has all my wash stuff and normal toiletries, and then on the top part, I have my ‘work kit’. Over the years, this has changed and been adapted as new products come onto the market and I learn from my mistakes. Presently, my essentials for work are: condoms, lubricant, a vibrator, massage oil and candles. Then there are overnight essentials: my eye mask, snore strips (they really work because they open the nasal passage at the top of the nose!), my ear plugs (essential for noisy hotels and snoring), and nowadays I take a plug-in to fill the room with eucalyptus, as further reinforcement against snorers.
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