An insight into sex work
Another diary entry from my time working as a sex worker. This particular entry came just after I had changed agencies from a relatively mediocre one to a high-end agency in Mayfair.
Diary extract
Sunday 8th April 2018
I feel like I am floating on cloud nine. My first week at the new agency could not have gone better. Busy was an understatement. My first day I literally did not have time to stop and think. Working from a hotel room doing incalls and also outcalls to some of London’s most lavish hotels, the hours were better working during the day and into the early evening. The clientele were so much better, all older men with plenty of money; doctors, lawyers, property developers, financiers to name a few. Bookings were better organised and more up to date with technology all taken through an app, no party jobs which meant no drugs, my new boss was great and the best part; the money was just ridiculously good.
My life is feeling more and more like a movie. I feel more alive than ever before. Getting paid good money to do something I love and that just feels natural to me. In my first week, I earned just over £3k. Not bad for two days work. I love my job!
Starting to understand the importance of everything happening for a reason. I had to work at Lust because that’s where I met Catrina who recommended me to Archie’s and connected me with the photographer for my photoshoot which then led to me getting work with Archie. The struggles, the fallouts, the trials and tribulations, they all had to happen. Without them, I would not be at this point now. Now I am here I will not be taking it for granted and will treasure every moment.
Second day, a booking came through for an overnight. He was Irish, in his 60s, loved a drink and a laugh. I met him in the hotel bar. I could feel eyes all over me as people looked on with judgement of us sitting together and having a laugh over a bottle of wine. I began to feel overwhelmed with self-consciousness and panicked at the thought of bumping into someone I knew. How the hell would I get out of this one? I always hated meeting clients in public places. Dependant on the client, sometimes it just looked so damned obvious. I had to take myself to the ladies to give myself a talking to. Once I relieved myself and had a few glasses of wine, I felt the self-consciousness float away.
He was staying in the executive suite which came complete with a gigantic balcony and the most beautiful view of London. We were perched right under the London eye. As we smoked our cigarettes, we gazed over the beautiful view, I felt blessed to be there and not in some fucked up shit-hole in Ilford. We made a visit to the casino in Russell Square, as soon as we walked in everyone looked. It was all men. I made sure my jacket stayed wrapped firmly around my chest, I was not showing any cleavage in there. Back in the hotel room, a few more drinks and a blow job later, we passed out. I woke to my alarm going off at 9 am, gathered up my things and headed out the door.
In the cab ride back to the hotel, I just felt so unbelievably content. Driving through Westminster and past the Houses of Parliament and over the river Thames as the sun was rising on what felt like was going to be a beautiful sunny day, I was in ore of how beautiful London was and I felt lucky to be a part of this world. Seeing people starting their day heading off to work, I felt incredibly satisfied at the fact that I was heading home after my night of work which consisted mostly of drinking in the bar and sleeping. I looked in my handbag to see stashes of cash, ‘finally.’ I breathed a sigh of relief.
I managed to extend bookings with a few clients and already had a regular with a second visit from the same client. All well behaved, all so complimentary and happily satisfied with my service. Showered with compliments from one client to the next:
“You have a beautiful body.”
“Your face is so pretty.”
“I love your boobs, they are huge and all natural!”
“You look much better in real life than in your photos.”
“Your smile is so beautiful.”
“You have the most amazing arse, so pert and rounded. It’s perfect!”
Having natural curves is proving to be very popular.