Good luck, take care...check that mirror...and look after that fierce independent streak that defines you! Love
Max x
The main disadvantage of being a good GFE is guys falling in love. This is very flattering, but also inconvenient because the relationship has to be terminated, which is a shame because the guys who end up falling for me are usually the ones I’m also genuinely fond of.
I once saw a guy on his birthday for two nights. I had seen him previously for an overnight date and we got on really well. As a thoughtful gesture, I decided to make him a cake, which I covered in pink icing and lots of sweets. I also made him a card with a picture of Michael Caine on it, because his voice reminded me of him, and I bought him a bottle of his favourite tipple. I wasn’t physically attracted to him, but we just clicked and we had such a laugh together. I was so comfortable with him that I even did girly trumps at his request! We were in fits of giggles. He kept saying that surely I didn’t act like that with everyone I met, which was true, but it didn’t mean I wanted to be with him. After all I didn’t really know him I’d only met him twice.
He knew my dad had a shop in Derbyshire as he was a sales rep and covered the same area. So, after our date he sent a massive bunch of flowers to the shop. He admitted that he had fallen for me and asked if we could take things further. I declined as I didn’t feel the same way about him and was disappointed when he said he couldn’t see me any more.
This also happened more recently when I lost a very special client friend. The first time I saw him, we met for a three hours in his hotel room. He was an attractive guy in his fifties, but he looked much younger, with a kind, smiling face. He was in the IT business and was divorced. We got on really well. He was surprised to find that people actually took me away for a few days at a time and even went ‘out’ with me. I found it most amusing and joked with him about why he would find it so hard to believe people took me out and about. I said I didn’t think I was bad enough to have to be hidden away! He said that when he’d previously met an escort, he had asked if she wanted to go to the bar for a few drinks, but she had preferred to stay in the room. Maybe it was a hotel in her local area and she didn’t want to be recognised, but personally I love to be taken out and shown off!
So, there and then we arranged a five-hour dinner date for a couple of months later. I really enjoyed his company and thought that as he was so easygoing and undemanding, I would want to see him regularly. Our fifth date was a couple of nights in Venice in January. We had a wonderful couple of nights in the Danieli, a beautiful old palace converted into a hotel. The first day there, we enjoyed afternoon tea in the dining room. It was very cold and miserable, and I found I didn’t want to really go very far from the hotel, but he was fine with this and went off to do his own thing. We had a trip in a gondola, which I had always wanted to do, and enjoyed wonderful meals at a couple of restaurants.
We grew very fond of each other and I genuinely looked forward to our dates. Because of this, I gave him my real name to make a booking to Vegas and I didn’t take the full deposit from him. I also sometimes booked and arranged hotels for us as I knew he was busy, and I would arrive early so I could spend more time with him.
The last couple of times I saw him, he had made certain comments that made me think he was getting too attached. He would constantly flatter me, saying how beautiful I was. This was lovely at first, but then it got a bit too much. The last time I saw him, I suggested a couple of drinks in the hotel bar after dinner, which we didn’t normally do. It was 12.30p.m. before we got to the room, but because he was usually so quick to please in the bedroom, I wasn’t too concerned. However, when we got there, he decided that, for the first time in the two years I had known him, he was going to give me oral sex. This was pretty pointless as it was so late and I just wanted to get to bed! If I’d known he was going to do that, then I would have gone straight to the room when we got back. After a while I finished the job and came, then sorted him out. He said in a half-serious, half-joking way that he would have to stop seeing me because it was getting too much, and that I was so beautiful.
When I sleep with someone I always face away from them, because I hate the thought of them peering at me in my sleep. It makes me feel very vulnerable. This was something that never concerned me with him, because he always made me feel very comfortable. However, he then confessed that he liked to watch me as I slept, which really freaked me out. After this date, I decided I needed to be tactful to try and salvage things, because I knew we were on a slippery slope. I decided to email him and just let him know that I was a little uncomfortable about some of the things he had said, and to say that I couldn’t offer him anything other than what we had: a professional relationship. I then explained that I enjoyed his friendship, and was genuinely very fond of him, and I did my best to flatter him with genuine compliments, so I didn’t offend him.
Our next date was due about three weeks later, and I was supposed to be booking the hotel. I didn’t hear from him, so I emailed again. It took him two weeks to get back to me, which as we had a date coming up was extremely frustrating. He said he felt awkward that he had made me feel uncomfortable (I noted there was no apology for this), and that although he had never seen our relationship as anything but professional, we should have a ‘break’. I tried to save the connection with a couple more emails, but to no avail. He mentioned three times that he felt awkward for making me feel uncomfortable, but he didn’t ever apologise, which I found rude and very odd.
There are constantly threads on sites like Captain 69 about guys falling in love with escorts. I know of a couple of situations where girls have had successful relationships with people they have met through work, but I think, mostly, it doesn’t work out. Usually the guys are married and going through a mid-life crisis. Either that, or they’re single and looking for a girlfriend, and then they would usually expect you to stop escorting.
I once read on a forum someone referring to the Girlfriend Experience as ‘a crap shag, no come in mouth and fake emotions!’ First, I know GFEs who do offer CIM (Come In Mouth). But second, how does one define a ‘crap shag’? For me, a GFE is a two-way, mutually enjoyable experience, but a Porn Star Experience (PSE) is something I interpret as a oneway experience, with the lady entertaining the guy. With a GFE, the more you put into the experience, the more you get out of it, so one can only assume any guy who says the escort is a ‘crap shag’ is also one himself.
When I first started escorting I learnt the hard way about boundaries between escorts and friends. When guys want to be your ‘friend’, they tend to offer to help you out with things so they have an excuse to keep in contact with you. Not long after I began, there was a guy I had seen twice before. On the third occasion, after dinner, he took me to the gay village in Manchester. I was really quite tipsy as we’d had drinks with dinner and then had more drinks afterwards. By the time I got back to the hotel, it was really late and I was tired, so I ended up going to sleep, much to his disappointment, and promised to make things up to him in the morning. After that, he kept in touch by email, and offered to help me build a website. He once came to the house and spent time helping me with my computer; he took a disk of my photos and said he would create a website for me.
He never did anything about the website, but he emailed me every day and I replied. After a couple of months’ communication, without him booking me, I told him that he would have to stop emailing me and that I just didn’t have the time to email every day, seeing how he hadn’t booked me for a long time. He wanted to be ‘friends’. He panicked and tried to call me, but I ignored his calls. Then he frantically started emailing me, saying he wanted to sort things out, but as far as I was concerned there was nothing to sort. Eventually he gave up, but he wrote me a spiteful review on Punternet, under a different name, which was the total opposite of the glowing report he’d previously given me. Fortunately, the website’s owners could see it was from the same guy and so it was deleted.
Things also got messy with my solicitor friend. He often travelled a good three hours to come and help me with buying my apartment. It wasn’t really necessary for him to travel to see me, but he did so because he enjoyed spending time with me, and I too enjoyed his company. On one occasion he said he would come to the open evening of the apartment block, and said that as it was going to be finishing late he’d have to stay over, implying I would be staying with him. I understood what he was saying, which was that he was expecting to sleep with me. When we checked into his hotel, I was relieved to see there were twin beds, but he wasn’t so happy about it. I explained to him how I felt, and eventually he understood. We had crossed the escort/friend boundaries, mixing business with friendship, and I lost him.
One of my friends has actually booked me as an escort before. Yes, I know you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. It’s a grey area for me because my business is pleasure, but as one would expect, from that moment on, our friendship was pretty well doomed! My friend Nat and I used to go clubbing in Doncaster many years ago, and we met a couple of guys there, Luke and Nas. I had a brief fling with Luke, and Nat was seeing Nas, but it only lasted a few months. Years later, for some strange reason, I got a call from Nas and we became friends. I didn’t see him very often, but occasionally he would take me out for lunch; I spoke to him almost every week, but probably saw him maybe a couple of times a year. He was young, good looking and loaded, but I was never interested in him sexually as he wasn’t my type.
When I started escorting he asked about my fees and said he would book me. I thought it might be a bit weird, but he was an attractive guy and I did know him, so I decided it would be OK. He had previously booked one of my escort friends and paid for her to stay overnight, but when he called me I was disappointed to find he wanted to see me for a couple of hours only. Normally, I wouldn’t go to Doncaster for two hours, but I made an exception because I knew him.
I arrived at his house, and we got a takeaway and had a chat. He told me he had a girlfriend, who he loved. Yeah, right, that’s why he’d booked me! It did seem very surreal, as we had known each other for such a long time. After about an hour, he put on some porn and wanted us to get down to sex. He wanted porn-style sex, and that’s not what I offer. I didn’t enjoy the experience at all; it was the most fake job I have ever been on. He couldn’t come and thankfully I ended up leaving early, at his request.
We still stayed friends, but he spent a lot of time out of the country so we didn’t speak to each other quite so often. After about a year he called again and asked me to visit him for a couple of hours. I really should have declined, but I didn’t. On my way there, he called and told me he didn’t want to talk when I arrived – he just wanted sex. That’s not what I offer or advertise. He was one of those people who doesn’t realise that every lady is different and that while some sell sex, others offer companionship. I told him I wouldn’t turn up on any two-hour job and jump straight into bed, and I wasn’t about to make an exception. He made me feel like a cheap whore and I ended up in tears, so I turned around and made my way home.
A few months passed and he eventually called to apologise, but then asked if he could book me again. I told him no, that I wouldn’t see him again for any amount of money. I didn’t like the way he treated me with so much disrespect.
I have a lot of guys that I meet through work wanting to be ‘friends’. Once I saw a guy for an overnight in Manchester. At the time, I was using a driver who’d pick me up and take me to meet my dates. Johnny, my date, said that he had never booked an escort before. Guys always say that, even though they have seen other ladies. I think they’re hoping to get special treatment. He was a small, average looking guy, and we were about the same age. We ate out in a restaurant I had chosen, where we had a lovely meal with champagne. It transpired we knew some of the same people, too – he knew guys in the year above me at school. Back at the hotel, I suggested a bath. We had a gorgeous suite with a lounge and bathroom downstairs, and a bedroom upstairs with a freestanding bath. I lit candles and put on some music.
Johnny didn’t seem very comfortable with the whole ‘escort’ experience. He appeared nervous and on edge (in retrospect it could have been drugs), and I don’t know why he booked me in the first place. We had a bit of a kiss in the bath and moved on to the bed, but he suddenly said he couldn’t do it and when I asked what he meant, he said, ‘This.’ I said we didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do, and told him he was paying for my time, not sex, so he shouldn’t feel bad. I wanted him to be comfortable, but I don’t think anything I said or did would have made a difference. We chatted, and he said he wanted us to be friends and that he wished we had met in different circumstances. I wouldn’t normally agree, but I thought we got on really well, and as we knew the same people I agreed that we could try and be friends. After chatting for a couple of hours, eventually we went to sleep.
In the morning my driver, Pete, was waiting for me and we still hadn’t had breakfast, so we invited him in to join us. This was very surreal – we were all sat having tea in the morning, Pete, Johnny and me! I did keep in touch with Johnny, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to see him very often. I have quite a few friends who live far away and I don’t get to see them as often as I would like, and it would take me a good three and a half hours to get to where he lived, so it did seem a bit pointless. However, he invited me to a corporate hospitality do with his business partners and their girlfriends. He picked
me up from Manchester, and on the way to the party he told me that I’d have to lie to his friends about what I did, because he thought they’d think he was paying me. I hadn’t really thought about it before, but assumed that as we were now friends, I would just be honest with people. I wasn’t happy when I thought of all the lying I would have to do, and I felt very uncomfortable with the whole situation. I knew then it would be unlikely that we would be good friends because he was uncomfortable with my job.
During the meal, I was asked questions about how I knew Johnny and what I did for a living. I told them I sold things on eBay and did a bit of modelling. I don’t think any of his friends or partners would have had a problem with how we had met
– the only person with a problem was him! He was a nice guy, but I do think he has ‘issues’. Really, he should have been looking at dating sites, not escort sites. I suspect that he was a serial escort user, and I think he freaked out with me when he realised we knew the same people.
Sometimes guys with no intention of ever making a booking try to waste my time with emails and phone calls, wanting to be friends. They tell me all about themselves and ask if we can get to know each other, but when I give them information about my escort services, they act all offended at the suggestion that they should pay to see me, and say they just want to exchange emails and ‘get to know me’. I don’t have time for that and it’s not what I offer! Then there’s Tim, a guy who has been stalking me with texts. I replied once because I thought it was someone I knew. When I realised my mistake, I ignored him. He’s since sent me a couple of emails and about 14 text messages, with no intention of actually booking me. He wanted to meet up with me socially for free, watch me have one of my photo shoots, and then pay me for any time spent having sex. How insulting can someone be? Another guy I’d seen once years ago contacted me, and I said we should meet up – obviously as a booking, seeing as I’m an escort. This was his response:
‘I would love to meet you again. Are you talking about as a client or just as friends? I have not seen an escort for several years. Would you consider wearing a very short micro mini skirt with no underwear underneath?’
Er… no! I hate it when people waste my time like that. A guy from Captain 69, who I introduced to escorting, also tried to cross the escort-friend boundary. We met for an overnight and I was his first ‘escort date’; I remember he bought me quite a few gifts. Shortly after that, I went off to New Zealand for a couple of months. On my return he contacted me, wanting to meet up again and
telling me all about the women he’d seen while I was away, which I thought was damn rude. I told him I wasn’t interested in his conquests
– I wasn’t about to tell him about all the sex I’d had, or the men I’d seen. He said he’d taken to having a bit of sex before dinner on his dates with other escorts and wondered if I would oblige, even though he knew from meeting me previously that this wasn’t the way I did things.
I spend a lot of time preparing for my dates, and the last thing I’m going to do is jump straight into bed and get sweaty. I want my dates to be like real dates, to a certain extent at least. Therefore, I told him that I would only meet him if we went out for dinner first. He agreed, and again bought me some very extravagant gifts, which was very kind, but I knew he was trying to buy friendship. Sure enough, he said he wanted us to be ‘friends’. I never saw him again as a client. He tried to meet up with me socially whenever he was in Nottingham, but it was clear he didn’t want to pay for my time, so I haven’t seen him since. He sees escorts maybe a couple of times, then tries to be their ‘friend’, buys them gifts and takes them away instead of paying for dates. I’m not interested in that kind of ‘friendship.’ As I said, I like to keep things separate. He says he has numerous ‘escort friends’, but if he has to buy gifts all the time to keep them or help them with their websites, then they’re not true friends.
‘Is it business or pleasure?’ asked my nosy taxi driver. Both, I thought, but answered ‘Pleasure.’ ‘I have a date,’ I offered. ‘Well, I hope he’s paying your cab fare,’ he said. Yeah – and the rest, I thought!
I arrived at the hotel, about twenty minutes from where I lived, five minutes early for my 7p.m. dinner date. I knew the hotel layout, so I headed straight for the lifts. My date, Geoff, answered the door in his shorts and T-shirt. His iPod was playing softly in the room. I’ve seen Geoff about six times: he’s married with two older kids, and he’s slightly overweight with a shaved head. He’s quite good looking, but he’s so full on , it’s mentally exhausting!
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