Male Escort

IamBeowulf

I'm seriously considering becoming an escort. I currently work 9-5 in a sh1tty job which requires endless, repetitive and downright mindnumbing "work". In my current role, I've had many people complement me on my manners, friendly attitude, ability to make them smile / laugh, and my looks (I'm not vain at all but I'm no ogre either).

Anyway, I'm just looking to see if anyone has any advice / experience in this line of work? A post like this is just begging for funny replies (which I would do myself were I not the OP:)) but I thought I'd try...

Also ladies, if you've been a client, could you tell me anything about the experience?

Jesus Wept

You'll need a escort name, such as 'Malcolm SeX', beowulf won't cut it. Is your name Malcolm? Doesn't really matter.
Have you thought about what your escort name might be?!

IamBeowulf

Em...

...no.

Jesus Wept

Food for thought.

Princess Consuela Bananahammock

just make sure it's legal! If you were a woman, you'd be asking for trouble.

Why not have a stab as a male stripper first, see how that goes. You could alwasy leave a few cards with your clients.

As regards a name, just go with "Wolf"!

po0k

Totally

Dave!

This isn't AH folks!!! :pac:

I'd also like to hear about this, for research purposes......

Swampy

How about "Man Whore"? It has a nice ring to it.

Good luck in the endavour. Sounds like the perfect job.

kmick

You want to work as an escort? Do you know that there is usually other things required other than charming conversation? Do you know most of your clients will be men? I did see a thing on today tonight about male escorts that were being run by some guy who worked in the social welfare division so it does exist in ireland.

Miss Dee

ha ha ha ha good man yourself!

why not try be a stripagram first, a frined of mine runs an agency, 1 hours work and you bag 100 quid.... not bad for reading out a poem, getting down to your smalls and rubbing up off some poor girl... not to mention the room full of her half cut female friends.... think of the contacts

Sherifu

A search for "irish male escorts" brings back lots of hits so it looks like the industry is there waiting for you to tog out OP.

IamBeowulf

Miss Dee wrote: »

ha ha ha ha good man yourself!

why not try be a stripagram first, a frined of mine runs an agency, 1 hours work and you bag 100 quid.... not bad for reading out a poem, getting down to your smalls and rubbing up off some poor girl... not to mention the room full of her half cut female friends.... think of the contacts

Nice, but I'm a little too quiet to do something as outrageous as that:)

Miss Dee

come on your taking the piss now!!!! you want to be an escort but you wont do stripagram.....

AARRRGH

The word "escort" means prostitute in Ireland. If you do work in this area, advertising yourself as an escort will mean the client expects sex.

MIN2511

You are serious?

What is your understanding of escort? Do you aim to provide sexually or not?

rediguana

I think in New York or London or somewhere you could get away with being an "escort" and simply chaperoning rich, older ladies around to functions. I think the market size for this type of thing is very limited in Ireland.

I agree that, here, "escort" means "prostitute", and I also agree that the bulk of a male prostitute's offers would come from male clients. If all us blokes had to do to (a) make extra cash and (b) have sex with women (even old ones!)as we do it, was set ourselves up an escort, sure we'd all be doing it.

Buzz Buzz

Hey mate,

Lov'in this thread.. I spent a fair bit of time in Sydney last year and the year before and knew a guy who worked with a company called 'BagBoys'.. basically all he did was go shopping with filthy rich women, gave his opinion on what they were buying, carried their bags, entertained them during lunch.. few evening occasions aswell, made good money as a sideline job.. I would love to have done it, but I worked in sales and worked every hour God sent! Interesting to know though if there is any proper agencies in Ireland...

tmpac

Posting from a new temp account, as I don't need people who know me in RL asking me about this. (Warning: long post)

I spent a little over 6 months in this line of work in a large city in SE Asia a few years ago (not going to give details of the country or city, but people familiar with the work might be able to guess at the country at least). People are more open about sex in this country, and escort services (and even full-on prostitution), while not popular, don't carry as harsh a stigma as they would over here. Female prostitution is at least as common there as anywhere (although it's more open, and it's not uncommon to see brothels in the same building as a restaurant or bar in this city), and male escort services (not exactly the same thing, as I'll explain) are much more common and visible than in the west, the most common form being in bars where women can pay for the company of a man or men of their choice (gay male 'escort' services also exist of course, but these are generally for sex only). For example, it wouldn't be incredibly unusual for a group of women, after graduating from college, to go to a male escort bar and hire a couple of guys to enjoy the night with (as in drinking and talking, with the escorts expected to keep the conversation flowing). This is the most common form of escort work by men for women - purely company and chat. Here's a summary of how things worked where I was:

Normally you would request work at one of these bars, and the manager would interview you, give you a trial run of about a week, and see how you do. You'd be expected to be able to keep a conversation going and entertain the client(s) for a few hours, while drinking large amounts of booze that the clients would buy at the bar, at hugely inflated prices (you'd learn to vomit during each toilet visit, and most of the regular guys would take scheduled breaks per month to avoid liver and stomach problems). I had actually been approached by one of the staff on the street, as women in this country are particularly interested in the novelty of spending time talking to a western (white) man. I hadn't got much conversational ability at the time, but this was learned quickly enough by watching the other staff. You were paid a high wage, with commission on any drinks sold (the prices of drinks were set by the manager on a client-by-client basis, sometimes in the equivalent of hundreds of euros for a bottle of wine or small bottle of spirits), and you would often be paid a large tip at the end of the session (anything from €50 to a few hundred). Anything arranged for outside of the bar (most commonly accompanying a client to a club or party, sometimes sex) was your own business.

As the prices of the service and drinks in this bar was so high, the most regular clients were female prostitutes (which surprised me at first, but they're the only women with the kind of money to go to these bars on a regular basis). Normally these women (often very young; the youngest regular client I had was 16 years old) would hire the same escort each time, sometimes several nights per week, mostly just for the company (and maybe as a kind of therapy - I think they just wanted to have a male figure that would treat them well and talk to them as a person, as opposed to their own clients, who would want them only for sex). Another thing that surprised me was the number of prostitutes would pay for sex (again, I think that this was to feel that they had control over who they were having sex with, and to have some sort of physical closeness of their own choice; I often felt that these women didn't actually want sex for the enjoyment of it).

Women specifically requesting sex was not all that common though, and the most common clients that would were businesswomen or divorced/widowed women in their thirties and above, who didn't have time to go through the usual channels of dating etc. Usually you would have a client that would visit on a regular basis (e.g. first friday of the month), spend the evening in the bar, then go to her apartment. I found these clients the easiest to work with, as they weren't looking for much and were the least emotionally damaged. As long as you could keep the conversation interesting, that was all they wanted (with younger women, you would often have to put on a larger-than-life act, be energetic and charismatic for the entire session, etc, and listening to the life problems of prostitutes for several hours per week was the most depressing and disturbing thing I've every experienced over a long period of time - in fact, I think this is the most significant reason that I wouldn't ever go back to this kind of work (among many other reasons)).

Sorry about the length of the post, but this was a pretty significant time in my life, and one of the most interesting (and frequently not in a good way). I don't think this industry exists in quite the same (fairly open) way in Europe, certainly not in Ireland, so I think I have a unique insight to offer. There's a lot more than this to tell, I can explain more about the lifestyle, clients, etc if people want more details.

Standard Toaster

tmpac wrote: »

in fact, I think this is the most significant reason that I wouldn't ever go back to this kind of work (among many other reasons)).

What are some of the other reasons you had?
Your physical &, I guess, mental heath being two others?

tmpac wrote: »

I can explain more about the lifestyle, clients, etc if people want more details.

I'd love to hear more....very interesting. (I was in SE Asia twice myself)

How old are/were you at the time? Were you over there on your own?

Buzz Buzz

tmpac wrote: »

There's a lot more than this to tell, I can explain more about the lifestyle, clients, etc if people want more details.

Very interesting stuff.. would love to hear more!!

tmpac

Watch out folks, another long post...

The_Edge wrote: »

How old are/were you at the time? Were you over there on your own?

Mid-twenties. I had gone over on my own, after some time planning it (not planning that particular line of work though!). I had gone over with enough money to last me a couple of months, aiming to sort out a job and visa when I was over there. I spent a couple of months in the capital, then went to another city when I hadn't gotten any work that I liked sorted. Got approached on one of the main streets in my first week in the new city, and it all went from there.

The_Edge wrote: »

What are some of the other reasons you had?
Your physical &, I guess, mental heath being two others?[/SIZE]

Mainly mental/emotional health. There were some physical issues: apart from the obvious risks of the job (people over there don't seem to think STDs are that big a deal, and even prostitutes rarely use condoms for anything except vaginal. I even had a couple of women (not prostitutes) specifically ask me not to use a condom, I'm still not sure what that was about), the constant booze and drugs obviously don't do you much good. This wasn't as big a problem as it might have been, you always had the opportunity to take a break for a few days or longer if you needed. Not surprisingly, staying healthy and keeping in shape are important in this kind of business, so the manager would make sure the new guys didn't work more than a couple of nights in a row. The more experience guys would be expected to decide for themselves, and this lead to people doing all sorts of stupid crap and putting their health in danger (guys having blood in their vomit and piss, driving while drunk, a few cases of full-blown alcoholism). Occasionally there would be hassle from a boyfriend or husband, and while I was there one of the guys was nearly killed (stabbed several times) because a gangster's wife had been meeting up with him (that's another whole load of stories right there, as several competing bars were run by organized crime gangs).

You can avoid a lot of the physical health problems if you're careful, but mental (or rather emotional?) degradation was much more likely, and I'll expand on that. First of all, and least serious (but still significant), there's the fact that your life doesn't really feel 'real' - I'm not sure how better to put that, but it felt like I was living in a bubble (as trite as that phrase is) for six months. When you don't have a 'normal' job, don't have normal friends, don't have structure to the week (I'd often not know what weekday it was, as it rarely mattered), and have more money than you (literally) know what to do with, then it doesn't feel normal. I've come to think that some sort of progression is important in life, and I wasn't getting that at this time. Six months doesn't sound like a long time, but it really felt like I had been there for a couple of years. Some of the guys (including the manager) had been working as escorts for over ten years, and I'll never understand how they were able to do it for that long. For most people in the job, it's the money that keeps them there, but these guys must have earned huge amounts of money over the years, so I don't think that was it. I suspect it was purely because after that long in that business, there was nothing else they would be able to do, like the prostitutes.

As I mentioned previously, most of the regular clients were prostitutes. Mostly, they would just want to have a normal conversation with a guy; after they had a few drinks, they might want a sympathetic ear, so I learned a lot about their lives, how they got into the business, etc. The things that surprised me the most about these women were how young a lot of them were (and how young they started that work), and how many of them seemed to have resigned themselves to the fact that they weren't going to get out of prostitution any time soon (most of them had not finished school, and would probably not have been able to stick it out in an office or whatever, even if they could get that kind of job). A pretty common theme was some sort of abuse (physical or sexual) during childhood or teenage years. You'd see a weird balance of self-esteem with some of them, in that they didn't actually think much of themselves, but they seemed to think they had a sort of power over their own clients. They would complain that 'normal' men didn't want anything to do with them once they found out about what they did for a living, so they preferred to spend time talking to us. I gather some of them had gotten so used to their unusual lifestyle that they didn't even want to go out with regular men, even if they could. In further explanation of the weird self-esteem stuff - as I mentioned, a lot of the prostitutes would tend to hire the same guy, and this sometimes lead to a very strange relationship developing between the two. You'd have guys giving their private numbers to the girl, who would then meet up with him on 'dates' outside the bar (still paying), call and text him as if he was her boyfriend. Some of the guys had several of these 'girlfriends'. This could go on for months, with the girl actually being convinced that the guy (a paid escort) was developing a romantic attachment to her, and the guys would often deliberately stoke this by telling the girls that they loved them and they looked forward to their sessions, etc etc. This was encouraged, as this was kept the business going.



Here are the most significant reasons I decided it was time to knock this stuff on the head:

I noticed that when I went out on my days off (rare, because when you spend your work nights getting very drunk in a bar, you don't really want to do it when you're off) I'd automatically slip into work-mode, i.e. chatting everyone up (particularly easy over there, as there weren't very many other white guys and a lot of the women liked the novelty). I rarely had any interest in these girls, but it had become so much of a habit at that stage that I did it without even thinking. It had become so easy from work to be able to figure out what a girl wants to hear that I could do it effortlessly, which removed any enjoyment out of speaking to women in clubs or bars. I started to really lose respect for women in general, as I felt like I could manipulate them easily. This is all particularly ironic, as before I started the job, I wasn't great at getting conversations going with women when I was out on the pull. It was impossible for me to have any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone for this reason (and the fact that the only women who were interested in actually going out with a guy working as an escort were the kind of emotionally screwed-up women that were already clients). This followed me for a long time after I left, and I used to catch myself going through the chat-up motions even months after I left Asia (made worse by the fact that I didn't come straight home, I spent some time in New Zealand, where I still had a bit of the novelty angle).

Some of the girls that came to the bar regularly would go through periods of depression, and if you were meeting them regularly, you'd see changes in their emotional state over time. I'm not sure whether there were particular triggers for this (an abusive client, or whatever), but during these times they would speak more about themselves, work, etc rather than just chatting. You'd get used to hearing strange and sometimes really messed-up things from these women generally, but there would be more of this kind of talk during these times. I watched several women go through phases of serious depression that in a few cases ended in suicide. A couple of times that this happened, I only found out they killed themselves when I noticed they hadn't been around in a while, and I asked one of the other girls who knew them. I thought of these women as nothing but sources of business, when I was probably the closest thing they had to a friend who would listen to their problems, even sometimes having a suspicion that they might be thinking of killing themselves. Things like that make me feel like **** every time I think of them.

I mentioned a 16-year-old client in my previous post. She was one of several very young prostitutes who used to hang around the bar a lot, and although I met her close to the end of my time there (about a month before I decided enough was enough), when I thought I had seen and heard the worst of it, she probably had the most pronounced effect on me. She's the one who I remember most anyway, due to spending a lot of time with her, and how messed up her life was. She had a fairly mature manner of speech, so I didn't realize she was so young when I first got to know her (it can be hard to tell anyway with Asian women; you'd see women in their forties who looked more like late twenties). She was interested in English, so she used to hire me a lot, and I'd teach her bits and pieces of English (mostly common phrases and slang). Over time she told me alot about herself and things that got her into (and kept her in) the position she was in. She grew up in a pretty poor family, and had been sexually abused over several years by her older brother when she was young, who also let some of his friends abuse her with him (there were other family problems, but this was the most severe). When she was 14, she ran away from home and started living on the street. Prostitution is easy to get into in this country, as the laws covering prostitution and age of consent are fairly liberal (hence why brothels and male escort bars over there can be 100% legal and taxable, by the way), so this was how she started. She once got beaten up badly by a client (not uncommon, and not the first time for her) and tried to kill herself by cutting her wrists, where she still has visible scars. A little while after that, she moved to her current city with one of the girls she used to work with in her home city. When she started coming to our bar, she started doing more street work as opposed to working in a brothel (the brothels were safer, but took more of a cut). She would sometimes not show up for a week, then would turn up with yellowed bruises and scabs on her arms. I knew from speaking to other street prostitutes in the past that the boss (pimp, basically) would beat the girls on the arms and legs and body, but never on the face, so they could still get business. When I refused to have sex with her, she started hiring one of the other guys regularly and spending a lot of time with him. This developed into one of those weird pseudo-relationships that I explained about earlier, and she threatened to kill herself one night when he wouldn't meet her. This was just before I left, and I have no idea whether this girl is still in that city, or even still alive. If she is, I guarantee you she's still working the streets. I'd like to make it clear that this girl in particular was not unique, so this paragraph should show the kinds of problems were common with a lot of the girls that I saw, I'm just using her as an extreme example (plus I think she was the straw that broke the camel's back for me - when I thought of what her life was, the fact that it had barely even begun but was going to be this screwed up forever, how we treated girls like her, and the fact that she was only one of a constant stream of girls I saw like this, getting younger all the time, I started making a move on the vague plans I already had to get out of there). Now, at home, this all really gets to me when I hear teenage girls over here complaining about something pathetic like the fact that their parents won't buy them an ipod or the latest phone or whatever. I want to ****ing scream at them and make them take notice that none of them have scars on their arms from trying to kill themselves at 15 years of age.


This has been hard to write.

AARRRGH

Good post. Thanks for sharing.

Standard Toaster

Yeap, fantasic post there tmpac. Scary insight into that line of 'work'. I can easily see how you just managed the 6 months before calling quits.
Sad story about the 16 year old too. One of many no doubt.
Thanks for sharing.

cronos

tmpac wrote: »

Watch out folks, another long post...



Mid-twenties. I had gone over on my own, after some time planning it (not planning that particular line of work though!). I had gone over with enough money to last me a couple of months, aiming to sort out a job and visa when I was over there. I spent a couple of months in the capital, then went to another city when I hadn't gotten any work that I liked sorted. Got approached on one of the main streets in my first week in the new city, and it all went from there.

The_Edge wrote: »

What are some of the other reasons you had?
Your physical &, I guess, mental heath being two others?[/SIZE]

Mainly mental/emotional health. There were some physical issues: apart from the obvious risks of the job (people over there don't seem to think STDs are that big a deal, and even prostitutes rarely use condoms for anything except vaginal. I even had a couple of women (not prostitutes) specifically ask me not to use a condom, I'm still not sure what that was about), the constant booze and drugs obviously don't do you much good. This wasn't as big a problem as it might have been, you always had the opportunity to take a break for a few days or longer if you needed. Not surprisingly, staying healthy and keeping in shape are important in this kind of business, so the manager would make sure the new guys didn't work more than a couple of nights in a row. The more experience guys would be expected to decide for themselves, and this lead to people doing all sorts of stupid crap and putting their health in danger (guys having blood in their vomit and piss, driving while drunk, a few cases of full-blown alcoholism). Occasionally there would be hassle from a boyfriend or husband, and while I was there one of the guys was nearly killed (stabbed several times) because a gangster's wife had been meeting up with him (that's another whole load of stories right there, as several competing bars were run by organized crime gangs).

You can avoid a lot of the physical health problems if you're careful, but mental (or rather emotional?) degradation was much more likely, and I'll expand on that. First of all, and least serious (but still significant), there's the fact that your life doesn't really feel 'real' - I'm not sure how better to put that, but it felt like I was living in a bubble (as trite as that phrase is) for six months. When you don't have a 'normal' job, don't have normal friends, don't have structure to the week (I'd often not know what weekday it was, as it rarely mattered), and have more money than you (literally) know what to do with, then it doesn't feel normal. I've come to think that some sort of progression is important in life, and I wasn't getting that at this time. Six months doesn't sound like a long time, but it really felt like I had been there for a couple of years. Some of the guys (including the manager) had been working as escorts for over ten years, and I'll never understand how they were able to do it for that long. For most people in the job, it's the money that keeps them there, but these guys must have earned huge amounts of money over the years, so I don't think that was it. I suspect it was purely because after that long in that business, there was nothing else they would be able to do, like the prostitutes.

As I mentioned previously, most of the regular clients were prostitutes. Mostly, they would just want to have a normal conversation with a guy; after they had a few drinks, they might want a sympathetic ear, so I learned a lot about their lives, how they got into the business, etc. The things that surprised me the most about these women were how young a lot of them were (and how young they started that work), and how many of them seemed to have resigned themselves to the fact that they weren't going to get out of prostitution any time soon (most of them had not finished school, and would probably not have been able to stick it out in an office or whatever, even if they could get that kind of job). A pretty common theme was some sort of abuse (physical or sexual) during childhood or teenage years. You'd see a weird balance of self-esteem with some of them, in that they didn't actually think much of themselves, but they seemed to think they had a sort of power over their own clients. They would complain that 'normal' men didn't want anything to do with them once they found out about what they did for a living, so they preferred to spend time talking to us. I gather some of them had gotten so used to their unusual lifestyle that they didn't even want to go out with regular men, even if they could. In further explanation of the weird self-esteem stuff - as I mentioned, a lot of the prostitutes would tend to hire the same guy, and this sometimes lead to a very strange relationship developing between the two. You'd have guys giving their private numbers to the girl, who would then meet up with him on 'dates' outside the bar (still paying), call and text him as if he was her boyfriend. Some of the guys had several of these 'girlfriends'. This could go on for months, with the girl actually being convinced that the guy (a paid escort) was developing a romantic attachment to her, and the guys would often deliberately stoke this by telling the girls that they loved them and they looked forward to their sessions, etc etc. This was encouraged, as this was kept the business going.



Here are the most significant reasons I decided it was time to knock this stuff on the head:

I noticed that when I went out on my days off (rare, because when you spend your work nights getting very drunk in a bar, you don't really want to do it when you're off) I'd automatically slip into work-mode, i.e. chatting everyone up (particularly easy over there, as there weren't very many other white guys and a lot of the women liked the novelty). I rarely had any interest in these girls, but it had become so much of a habit at that stage that I did it without even thinking. It had become so easy from work to be able to figure out what a girl wants to hear that I could do it effortlessly, which removed any enjoyment out of speaking to women in clubs or bars. I started to really lose respect for women in general, as I felt like I could manipulate them easily. This is all particularly ironic, as before I started the job, I wasn't great at getting conversations going with women when I was out on the pull. It was impossible for me to have any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone for this reason (and the fact that the only women who were interested in actually going out with a guy working as an escort were the kind of emotionally screwed-up women that were already clients). This followed me for a long time after I left, and I used to catch myself going through the chat-up motions even months after I left Asia (made worse by the fact that I didn't come straight home, I spent some time in New Zealand, where I still had a bit of the novelty angle).

Some of the girls that came to the bar regularly would go through periods of depression, and if you were meeting them regularly, you'd see changes in their emotional state over time. I'm not sure whether there were particular triggers for this (an abusive client, or whatever), but during these times they would speak more about themselves, work, etc rather than just chatting. You'd get used to hearing strange and sometimes really messed-up things from these women generally, but there would be more of this kind of talk during these times. I watched several women go through phases of serious depression that in a few cases ended in suicide. A couple of times that this happened, I only found out they killed themselves when I noticed they hadn't been around in a while, and I asked one of the other girls who knew them. I thought of these women as nothing but sources of business, when I was probably the closest thing they had to a friend who would listen to their problems, even sometimes having a suspicion that they might be thinking of killing themselves. Things like that make me feel like **** every time I think of them.

I mentioned a 16-year-old client in my previous post. She was one of several very young prostitutes who used to hang around the bar a lot, and although I met her close to the end of my time there (about a month before I decided enough was enough), when I thought I had seen and heard the worst of it, she probably had the most pronounced effect on me. She's the one who I remember most anyway, due to spending a lot of time with her, and how messed up her life was. She had a fairly mature manner of speech, so I didn't realize she was so young when I first got to know her (it can be hard to tell anyway with Asian women; you'd see women in their forties who looked more like late twenties). She was interested in English, so she used to hire me a lot, and I'd teach her bits and pieces of English (mostly common phrases and slang). Over time she told me alot about herself and things that got her into (and kept her in) the position she was in. She grew up in a pretty poor family, and had been sexually abused over several years by her older brother when she was young, who also let some of his friends abuse her with him (there were other family problems, but this was the most severe). When she was 14, she ran away from home and started living on the street. Prostitution is easy to get into in this country, as the laws covering prostitution and age of consent are fairly liberal (hence why brothels and male escort bars over there can be 100% legal and taxable, by the way), so this was how she started. She once got beaten up badly by a client (not uncommon, and not the first time for her) and tried to kill herself by cutting her wrists, where she still has visible scars. A little while after that, she moved to her current city with one of the girls she used to work with in her home city. When she started coming to our bar, she started doing more street work as opposed to working in a brothel (the brothels were safer, but took more of a cut). She would sometimes not show up for a week, then would turn up with yellowed bruises and scabs on her arms. I knew from speaking to other street prostitutes in the past that the boss (pimp, basically) would beat the girls on the arms and legs and body, but never on the face, so they could still get business. When I refused to have sex with her, she started hiring one of the other guys regularly and spending a lot of time with him. This developed into one of those weird pseudo-relationships that I explained about earlier, and she threatened to kill herself one night when he wouldn't meet her. This was just before I left, and I have no idea whether this girl is still in that city, or even still alive. If she is, I guarantee you she's still working the streets. I'd like to make it clear that this girl in particular was not unique, so this paragraph should show the kinds of problems were common with a lot of the girls that I saw, I'm just using her as an extreme example (plus I think she was the straw that broke the camel's back for me - when I thought of what her life was, the fact that it had barely even begun but was going to be this screwed up forever, how we treated girls like her, and the fact that she was only one of a constant stream of girls I saw like this, getting younger all the time, I started making a move on the vague plans I already had to get out of there). Now, at home, this all really gets to me when I hear teenage girls over here complaining about something pathetic like the fact that their parents won't buy them an ipod or the latest phone or whatever. I want to ****ing scream at them and make them take notice that none of them have scars on their arms from trying to kill themselves at 15 years of age.


This has been hard to write.

Weird question but ive never really been in a postion to ask someone this question. Would the people you be with be attractive. Or would the whole thing just make ya sick.

Great story, thanks for sharing. Glad you dont have to do that sort of work anymore.

WindSock

I met a man who ran an escort service in Germany. He said it was mostly just going out to dinner with widows or lonely Women. Some of them didn't even want sex, just someone to talk to.

the_syco

WindSock wrote: »

He said it was mostly just going out to dinner with widows or lonely Women. Some of them didn't even want sex, just someone to talk to.

Christ, that's a sad thing, esp as they'd poor their hearts out, but the lads would be mainly there for a bit of cash.

BigWilly

the_syco wrote: »

Christ, that's a sad thing, esp as they'd poor their hearts out, but the lads would be mainly there for a bit of cash.

is it any sadder than some weird old guy paying to put his willy in you?

Probably alot less sad imho

MonkeyWrench

Great post man, you should write a book about your experiences. I have travelled quite alot over the years and spent about 3 months around SE Asia myself a few years back. I saw some pretty messed up sh!t while I was there. I initially flew into Bangkok to start my travels without really knowing the areas to go to for a backpacker. There is an area called Sukemvit Rd which contains mostly hotels and I made the mistake of booking in around here. The backpacker spot is Kosan Rd which is a completely different part to the city. During my few days in Sukemvit I came across alot of prostitutes with really old guys, mostly american. One day at breakfast one of these older american men sat beside me during breakfast and started telling me stories about his young asian girl that he was with, it was pretty f!cked up what he was talking about and to be honest I had to hold back alot to stop myself from decking him! He treated her more like a slave than anything else. Its like an epidemic over there and very sad to see...

Jack Reacher

Hi Folks,
I am also considering a role in the escort business, i have recently applied for a job with an agency. They called me back and after an interview they offerd me the job. I was told strictly it is not sexual, it is only escorting people to various outings, business meetings, etc. and the clientel will be mostly American and English. The only problem is they are looking for money up front for me to "register" this seems a bit suspect to me! Anybody any ideas??

Xiney

Jack Reacher wrote: »

Hi Folks,
I am also considering a role in the escort business, i have recently applied for a job with an agency. They called me back and after an interview they offerd me the job. I was told strictly it is not sexual, it is only escorting people to various outings, business meetings, etc. and the clientel will be mostly American and English. The only problem is they are looking for money up front for me to "register" this seems a bit suspect to me! Anybody any ideas??

Any job that wants you to pay money to start it is a scam.

Jack Reacher

Thanks dude, i thought so but was unsure as i saw the ad in one of our 2 main daily broadsheets so hoped it was cosher!!

Xiney

Anyone can pay for an ad in a paper, it's not like the broadsheet cares as long as they get paid.

gaygaf

And what about price range? I mean like average obviously?

Trilla90

i dont no were to start, my head ia massed with what to d, how did ye get goin

Princess Consuela Bananahammock

5 years ago? He's probably still in the 9-5 ****ty job...

Eoin

I think this thread was better left in the last decade; please don't bump old threads (what were you searching for to come across this thread?).