MONEY MONEY SEX… Working in the high-end of prostitution was it really “all” that?
It took me 6 months to establish myself as a great service provider (SP). When I made it to the review boards my name skyrocketed within months. A guy who found me on Craigs List (CL) decided to write a review that basically said - found a gem spinner on CL. From that day forward anyone who had the slightest attraction to petite slim young girls wanted to give me a try. My rate was industry average, which was the rate charged by most reputable escort agencies in the city.
In those years business was flowing freely. I was easily making $7,000 a week. Don’t get me wrong though, it was all very hard work. To earn that much money you don’t have a life outside of it. And so for my first 6 months as an independent provider I worked 3 weeks on and 1 week off (due to period).
And then…I experienced ‘burn out’. It’s a time that probably hits every working SP. The attention showered by your clients and all the money in the world cannot change this feeling. You want to relax and get your life back in order. And that is what I thought I did when I slowly started to change my image.
I re-worded my website to reflect my new approach to business - classy, discrete, selective. Replaced my old fishnet photos with photos in a little black dress, and lingerie. Effectively my rate was increased in a way that promoted gentlemen to book longer sessions. A minimum of 2 hours a time was something I suggested on my website.
I knew with my rates there would be resistance from my regular clients. Yes, I felt it but with changes come risk and opportunity. I held my own and finally started to attract the kind of clients that were willing to pay the highest price in my city for the Ultimate Girl Friend Experience. My popularity grew - clients kept writing stellar reviews and those who couldn’t pay the price would make snide remarks. “Who does she think she is? Pussy ain’t gold”, they would say. I just ignored them and carried on with a smile on my face.
With my premium rate many clients believed that I was a ‘low volume’ provider. I can’t quite define what would be a high and low volume provider as this is very subjective. A majority would agree that low volume with a premium rate is probably 1 client a day. And 3 or more a day is high volume. (I know girls who see 11 clients a day for a low price and I consider this high volume. A girl that sees 4 clients a day is average - this is my personal opinion).
A provider that is “low volume” is very appealing to the high-end clients. They like to think that you are seeing only them that day - that you have your body and mind fully focused on them. But in my 1.5 years as a premium provider I remained high volume. Three to four clients a day was still my average - just as it was when I was a run of the mill girl.
At first the status of being high-end and desirable was exciting. I loved how many men wanted to see me, how they liked to brag about getting a chance to meet me. I liked the gifts, the money, and attention. But soon I also started to feel the pressure from my clients - they wanted to be important. They wanted to build relationships like we were friends (sending emails, texts, etc…) and as much as I kept on putting up walls and limits they drained my energy. They requested more and more of me, and I did not want to give myself over (not the real me).
At the end of my experience as a high-end provider I was in a constant state of stress. I felt like I was being pulled apart, enduring all kinds of abuses (psychological) from those who saw me. Many men who saw me enjoyed expressing in subtle ways that I was still beneath them. And even the best clients who seemed like ‘friends’ were trying to take advantage.
Those who used to follow my old blog would know that my last entries were very dark. I was tormented and hurt by all of my experiences. I began to hate how those jerks treated me and how helpless I felt. I wanted to be perfect, I was afraid that if I stood up for myself my reputation would shatter. I was so weak and I hated myself.
I knew to save myself I needed to change and that my high-end reputation just wasn’t working in my favor.