The Girlfriend Experience

by Rebecca Dakin

  They were an amazing couple, and I’m disappointed that I only saw them the once. A few months later, they wanted me to visit them at their home, but it was clear they didn’t want to pay the rate for an extended date, so I didn’t go. I imagine they maybe moved onto swinging, which would be more appropriate if they didn’t have the money to spend on escorts.

  ‘I’ve seen you out and about,’ said my date. ‘In fact, I saw you last week – you were driving a yellow car.’ ‘Oh,’ I offered meekly, feeling extremely uncomfortable with being spotted in my day-to-day life. ‘I also saw you in the San Carlos restaurant when I was out with friends

  – you were with an old man .’ (That would have been John , my regular.) He then proceeded to tell me he’d seen me shopping and in various other places. OK, he was starting to freak me out now.

  This is one of the drawbacks of having my face on the Internet. I’m bound to be recognised on occasion . Sometimes I see people staring at me and my first thought is always that they must recognise me from the Internet. There are other possibilities, of course – they may be staring at my beauty, or alternatively, as I’m not a stereotypically beautiful lady, maybe they’re looking out of morbid curiosity. A small child once told me that I had a ‘ funny face’, and by ‘ funny’, it was clear she meant odd. You can trust innocent, honest children to say

  The Girlfriend Experience

  what they see! Then there’s always the thought that I might have food on my face or a big spot. My date was a good looking guy, which was rare. I’d thought initially that he was younger than me, but when he proceeded to talk about his company and his £800,000 tax bill for the year, I realised he was extremely successful and assumed he must be older. I had only been booked for two hours, but he was very relaxed and we sat drinking and chatting for over an hour. We spoke about the world today, the prison system, books, and he seemed in no rush to jump onto the bed. This is my ideal client: chilled. In fact, we talked so much that it was me who thought I ought to get things moving to a more intimate level.

  I took the candles out of my bag of tricks, lit them and placed them around the room, while he went to the bathroom. Then , when I came out of the bathroom in my Aubade sheer nude and black lingerie set, he was lying on the four-poster. I smiled at him seductively and joined him ; we lay kissing and caressing. His featherlike touch was highly erotic, and I could feel myself getting aroused. He moved between my legs and licked gently around my clitoris, while holding my arms to the side. Moments like that make me really love my job!

  Eventually he lay back and I went to return the favour, licking between his legs and his balls. His appreciative groaning confirmed he was enjoying what I was doing. He spread his legs, opening himself up to me and encouraging me to lick further down towards his anus. I licked and teased, alternating between this and sucking his penis; first, at the top and swirling my tongue around, then taking it all in my mouth and combining this with fluid hand movements. He was watching me, getting turned on by me satisfying him in the candlelight.

  I moved back up to kiss him while reaching for my bag to get a condom. ‘Ouch!’ he said, as I was putting it on . Geez , you’d think I’d be an expert at it by now! I cringed and apologised, then I sat on top of him, gently easing myself down on him. Both of us moved: him pushing up, me pushing down . I lay back and arched my back as he pushed upwards; it felt amazing. I leaned forward and he placed his hands on my collarbone to keep me upright so I could lean forward, while moving up and down .

  We moved ourselves into the missionary position (which I think is so under-rated), and he pumped away until he came and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tightly there for a few minutes before he went to dispose of the condom. It transpired that he was 28, single and had met a few bunny boilers in his time. One of them he had dated on three occasions. He’d left her in his house once with a spare key so that she could lock up. Then one day he came home from work to find her sitting in his lounge! She’d had a key cut from his spare, let herself in and waited for him, and then asked why he hadn’t called her.

  Seeing escorts, for him , was an easy way to avoid these complications. I would hardly be ringing him in a couple of weeks, asking why I hadn’t heard from him! We got dressed and he headed out to meet his friends in a bar, while I went home for my beauty sleep.

  CHAPTER 23:

  Sex with an ex

  Over the years, I’ve had some great jobs and sometimes I get a thrill from my work dates, but for me I only get real satisfaction when there’s closeness in a genuine relationship. Its great fun and I love getting paid to go on dates, but if I’m single for a while, then I really start to miss that special connection.

  I do crave that sort of connection, as most of my friends have a man or at least some sort of sexual excitement in their lives. For me, work doesn’t count – I miss the closeness of being with someone I’m physically attracted to, and who I have an emotional relationship with. I don’t want a one-night stand, because I find they’re always a disappointment, and too much like work. Once I’d decided I wanted something to happen, it had to be with someone I already knew, because I was feeling very impatient. It’d been too long.

  I started making a mental list of my male friends and exes, reminiscing about past times that had been good. It seemed that my only safe option was my first love, James. A great candidate!

  I’d met up with him for drinks in London a couple of months before, and he was flirting with me. He would be a safe bet because there’d be no chance of me falling for him again, and I felt that I would still be comfortable with him because we were together so long. He’s now 28, and I’m still physically attracted to him. So, one day, when I was in an impulsive mood, I sent him a text saying, ‘When are you coming to Nottingham? Because I need some lovin’…’ I got a text back: ‘Are you serious? Would you like to see Doctor Love?’ That’s a role-play we used to enjoy when we were together; we’d take it in turns to play ‘doctor’. It used to turn me on so much.

  When he was pretending to be a doctor he would leave me lying on the bed at his house while his parents were out. About ten minutes later, he would knock on the door – by this time I was so excited and turned on by the thought of what was going to happen. When he entered the room, he’d have improvised and dressed up. He’d look all serious, carrying a clipboard and pen, and he’d be wearing glasses. He looked such a geek but it turned me on because I knew he was underneath. He was hot! He’d ask if I was ‘Miss X’. Grinning, I’d confirm that I was. Then we proceeded to role play, with him inspecting me and having to do things to me to make me better. He changed his voice and really got into his role, and by the time we had sex, I was so turned on!

  Anyway, so we went back and forth with text banter and I lost track of the time, caught up in my memories. On the way to the supermarket, I decided to ring him when I was in the car. I told him I really wanted him to do me this favour and fuck my brains out. He was taken aback and I knew he was wondering if I was joking. I told him I hadn’t had sex for ages, and that work didn’t count, and that I didn’t want a one-night stand with a stranger; I wanted to be with someone I was comfortable with. I asked him when he could fit me in for an appointment, and he said he had a hard-on, thinking about it, and that he would come up as soon as he could. I ended up going to the supermarket with a big grin on my face and couldn’t remember when I’d been that excited about anything! I felt liberated, it was very odd.

  The next morning I get a text message from James: ‘I am looking at your pictures on your website and wanking over you. You look so sexy!’ A big smile creeps across my face and I very quickly type back, ‘send me a piccie, you dirty boy!’ Within seconds, a naked photo comes through… a little bit too quickly, I think, for it to have just been taken! I’m thinking it was saved in his phone and he sends it out to girls he’s messing around with. He says there’s only one, but James always has been a compulsive liar! The text reads: ‘I am gonna fuck you good
baby.’

  I get a warm tingly feeling down below; I feel so horny. I can’t believe how exciting all this is! I spend ages trying to take a nice picture of myself. I decide to stand on my tiptoes, naked, and take one in the mirror. I’m very pleased with the result – you can’t really see my face because it’s quite dark, but I look tall and slim because I’m on my tiptoes, and it’s a good body shot, without being explicit. So, I send it through as a text with, ‘…. Waiting for you XXX.’

  He eventually texted back to say that he didn’t think it was a good idea as we had only just got back to being friends. I was totally gutted after all that build-up and excitement! It was so typical of him, after he had teased me into sending him that photo. I don’t expect to hear from him for a while. It can be great texting someone you really like, because you can be whoever you want to be in that moment. We had our bit of excitement, but needless to say, James didn’t come to see me and I was disappointed.

  I did recently go out on a non-work date, though, and it came about after a night out with my friend Katie G. One evening, we ended up at an extremely dodgy bar. As soon as I walked in, one guy’s eyes almost popped out of his head. I didn’t fancy him, but it was really quite flattering, though I felt a bit awkward because he wouldn’t stop staring at me. I went to the bar to get our drinks and the guy staring at me was standing at the bar, so I just said ‘Hi’ to him. We started talking and he turned out to be really interesting. He was slightly taller than me and dressed very casually. It turned out that he was a quarter Chinese, a quarter Spanish and half-Jamaican. He had a definite Spanish look, but with Afro-Caribbean features.

  At first, he thought that one of the guys we’d come in with was my boyfriend! Then I got the annoying, ‘So, why haven’t you got a boyfriend?’ line. I absolutely hate that! I gave my standard answer: ‘Because I haven’t found anyone I consider decent enough to be my boyfriend!’

  He was my age, and had many interests, including chess, martial arts, painting and horse riding. I remember thinking he was a bit of a geek, but I was enjoying talking to him. His name was Kenneth, and he said he preferred to be called that, rather than Ken or Kenny… Yes, definitely, geek alert! He said he liked to try new things and I listened intently as he spoke about his painting and how he’d put some of his nudes in a gallery and received commissions from a nude he’d painted. He introduced me to his friends, and eventually they decided they wanted to move on to a club, so off we went! It was there that he said he’d like to take me on a date.

  If I meet a guy I like, then I never tell him I’m an escort. Not to be sneaky, but because I don’t want to be judged. I want them to get to know me for me, though I would never enter into a sexual relationship without telling the guy first what I did. Before now, when I’ve told guys what I do for a living, they’ve asked how much it is to talk to me. I know they’re only joking, but I find it extremely annoying. It’s as if they don’t know how to act around me: they look at me as though I’ve just grown a second head, or I’m a newly discovered species. ‘I’ve never met an escort before,’ they usually say. I suppose it’s a bit of an unusual job.

  Guys also then assume I’m working; that I’m out looking for punters on a Saturday night while drinking with my friends! Once, when I was out with my friends, a guy that I was interested in found out from someone that I was an escort, and he turned around to me and said that he wasn’t about to pay for sex! It was unbelievable. Another time, I was at a party and sharing a taxi with a couple I’d met that evening. When I suggested we went outside five minutes early so that someone else didn’t steal our cab, the guy said, ‘Why, do you want to try and tout for some business?’ It’s extremely frustrating the way some people act with me, and the things they say sometimes.

  Anyhow, Kenneth called a couple of days later, and I was taken aback by how soft and ladylike his voice was. We were due to meet for a date in about a week’s time, but in the meantime, my friend let me down at the last minute for a Dolly Parton concert in Manchester. So, I had a mad panic on, trying to find someone to go with. As it was a midweek concert, which involved having to leave at 3.30p.m. and maybe not getting back until about 1am, I couldn’t find anyone who was free. I texted Kenneth and asked what time he finished work. When he texted back to say that he was off work, I decided I would give him a call and ask if he wanted to join me. He was very excited and said he’d love to go.

  The day we were due to meet I got this text message through: ‘Ure mission, if you accept! Meet with target at train station and infiltrate. Beware the man is well versed in all arts of charm, entertainment and seduction! X’. I cringed, thinking, ‘Oh dear – what have I let myself in for?’

  When I arrived at the station and got out of my taxi, I thought I caught a glimpse of him inside, but I felt a bit self-conscious so I walked in a different entrance and tried to call him. It was him: he waved and made his way over. On the train, we talked for the whole journey about his family and his musical background. He’s in a pop band and a rock band. Even though I had said it took a lot to impress me, I found myself constantly saying that I was impressed (that’s if it was all true). I mean, with the bands, the martial arts, chess, horse riding, painting… and then I also found out that he enjoyed karaoke, scuba diving, quiz nights and Gospel church! Then he told me he was writing two books, one of which was a very complex thriller. I was unsure whether he was a genuine person, but only time would tell.

  We talked briefly about past relationships, and he told me he was shocked when I had said I wasn’t going to shag him. He hated the word ‘shag’, suggesting that there were so many other nicer ways to put it, and that ‘shagging’ was not something he did. He implied he liked to make love to women, and give them pleasure. It was almost like he was saying the things he thought women wanted to hear! I asked him who he thought he was – Mr Lover-Lover? I know he realised I was very cynical when it comes to men and their motives.

  He was very much the gentleman and when I was cold, he put an arm around me – although maybe it was just an excuse to touch me. There I go, being cynical again! We got our tickets and made our way into the concert. He was very excitable. Afterwards, we didn’t have to wait long for our taxi. I had already made it clear to the driver that there were two drops, one at my place and then one at his. When I got home, Kenneth sent me a text message to say he’d had a fun evening. I wondered what he would say when I broke it to him what I do for a living!

  I think it’s hard for men to understand how I can jump into bed with total strangers for work, but then not do so in my personal life. The thing is, work is work, but although I sometimes enjoy it, it doesn’t engage my emotions or my mind. I want any sex and intimacy outside work to mean something, to be with someone special.

  When Friday came, I texted Kenneth and said I hoped he wasn’t expecting to get his leg over that evening. He replied that, however hard I might find it to believe, there were still some decent men around, if I wanted to hang about to find out. Still very wary, I was intrigued to get to know him. I pulled up in my taxi and my driver pointed at Kenneth and asked if he was my date. I said he was, and he asked if he was wearing a dicky bow. I couldn’t stop giggling, because he was

  – he was pacing up and down outside one of the dodgiest pubs in Nottingham wearing a suit and a bow tie! I crossed the road to meet him and he looked really nervous. I couldn’t stop grinning at him. He greeted me and pecked me on the cheek, before discreetly putting his arm around me. He said he’d been waiting there for half an hour and he was freezing!

  He took me to a place I hadn’t been before – Tonic. We went up to the restaurant, which looked really cool; I was sure the food was going to be good, too. There, we sat down on a sofa and a guy came over to take our drinks order. Kenneth whispered that there should be some champagne already on ice

  – apparently he’d asked them just to bring it over without him having to say anything and I could tell he was disappointed they hadn’t. It was a very thoughtful touch a
nd totally unexpected. Yes, I was definitely impressed. Over drinks, he confided that he used to be a stripper, but had then found God. What an earth would he think of my job then?

  I found him very interesting to talk to, so I decided to drop the bomb and asked if he was open-minded. He said that he was, and asked me why; I asked him what he thought I did. It turned out that he and his friends had been coming up with all sorts of ideas, from prostitute to stripper. I told him I was an escort, and he didn’t look surprised. He said that he’d thought it was strange when the indiscreet taxi driver coming back from Manchester had mentioned that he’d taken me down to London for a few hours! I asked him what he thought an escort did – there was no way I wanted to lie to him. He said he thought that an escort went out to functions. I agreed, but said there was more to it than that, and told him that although it wasn’t the main focus of my job, there was usually sex involved.

  I couldn’t read what he was thinking. I asked him if he thought any less of me and he said he didn’t, but I wasn’t sure if he meant it. Then I asked him if he found it strange that I don’t sleep around in my personal life, yet I jump into bed for my job. He said not, which made me think that he must be a fake. I mean, what normal person wouldn’t find that difficult to understand? I would!

  I decided he must be a player and that I was just another challenge to him. Also, I wasn’t sure if he understood my sense of humour as I like to take the piss out of myself and others. I love a bit of banter. I was teasing him about gaining and losing points when it came to impressing me. I seriously doubted he was being himself – I felt like I was getting his standard routine. Then I teased him some more about having a book on the art of seduction – and he was so tetchy about it that I’m sure I was right. I found it quite sad.