GF Experience in Bangalore

Just wanted to drop a line to express my enjoyment of my recent stay In Bangalore. This was my 2nd visit and it far surpassed my 1st visit (which was great). There is a old saying that beauty is only skin deep but that sage never met Nandhinni or Natasha, they are truly beautiful people in both body and spirit. I hope you relay this compliment to them for me. Nadhini was truly a wonder. She is the kind of person that anyone would be proud to call a friend. Natasha was no less charming and was a real treat to get to know. I just want you to know that they were very, very complimentary of you and hold you in high regards and I firmly believe anyone who generates that kind of loyalty from an employee is doing something right and should take it as a great compliment, I plan to visit again in the fall if not sooner.

When my husband had no idea what to expect. We tried to go in without any pre-conceived notions so that we wouldn't be disappointed if it didn't turn out the way we envisioned. The truth is it turned out to be more than we ever could have imagined.

Bangalore was a very comfortable place and the girls made us feel very much at home. It was like being with extended family. They were always concerned with our needs-did we need anything to eat, drink, etc. They made a tremendous effort to communicate and even with the language barrier this was not a problem.

We cannot say enough about the girls. They were friendly, always smiling, had wonderful personalities, and were lovely to look at. The best thing I can say about them is that they were normal people. They had lives just like you and I-families, children, school, jobs, etc. It was wonderful to get to know who they were and they seem genuinely interested to get to know cleints as well. We spoke about fashion, music, children, dancing, and everything else. These were girls you could have friendship with if given the time.

Given their scintillating personalities, it was comfortable to be with them in an intimate sense. Considering I had never been previously intimate with another woman, I was not at all nervous. The girls seemed at ease being with couples and they were equally attentive to both my husband and I. Surprisingly there was no feeling of awkwardness. The best way to enjoy this experience is to go with the flow and just enjoy each others company without any expectations. The girls are forthright in their actions, but they also allow you to express what it is you desire.

This was originally my husband's idea, and I wanted to participate in order to help him fulfill his fantasy of being with two women. What I was surprised with was that it really helped us feel closer because we shared something together that we had never done before. We left Bangalore feeling very fully satisfied with the entire experience.

A number of folks have asked about my experiences with Bangalore. As someone who has used their services, I can verify yours is a legitimate operation that provides a very high quality product. I found the girls to be quite professional and very helpful in all aspects of providing their services. The companionship was quite appealing and definitely lived up to my expectations based on their Web site. Overall, You provide very alluring services with a considerable appeal.

The girls I saw were quite attractive. Some had very limited English language skills. Others spoke English fluently. One was even a linguistics student! However, if you want a girl that speaks English well, you should ask for one. The girls are quite presentable and make admirable companions if you choose to take advantage of some of the excellent restaurants and / or hotels in Bangalore. They are also carefully checked for STDs.

At the start of each visit you can choose your companion from the selection. The idea (and reality) of just picking out the girl you want is alluring almost to point of being surreal. You can even change girls each day. The girls are quite friendly and accommodating and make every effort to please their clients. Their forthcoming approach is a big plus and definitely overcomes the language barriers that sometimes exist. There are no extra costs associated with the companionship although a modest gratuity is expected (and highly justified!).

Thanks,

During the course of the last several years I have been attempting to find reputable escorts. Living in the USA in an area where many escort agencies prevail I have had varied luck finding girls that were not rip offs. It has happened on far to many occasions that the fees far outweighed the returns. As my sophistication progressed I found myself turning to the Internet and the many agencies there. I found that this avenue was very similar to the one that I was using in the first place and found that the rip offs and scams got more elaborate and more prevalent.

After many attempts to find reasonable rates and reputable models I was becoming extremely discouraged. About this time a close friend of mine pointed me toward a website he thought I might find interesting. With a tremendous amount of skepticism I checked out your site and what was offered seemed reasonable so I sent an email to the address listed to see what was up.

As with many of the emails I sent I received a quick response and the people responding seemed to be on the level. I was still extremely nervous and corresponded several time to get as much information as possible before making the decision to try your girls.

Later that day when all the other girls had arrived we spent some time getting to know each other. Over the course of my stay I had the pleasure to experience the talents of 3 out of 4 of the girls. Both Nasreen and Janaki did everything they could to make sure that everyone was happy and having the time of their lives. And only wish they were closer to home so that I could partake of the joys of their service more frequently.

I have found both Nasreen and Janaki to be most personable and am recommending their service to all of my friends. I for one am a most happy customer and look forward to my next encounter a few months from now.

I for one am sick and tired of being ripped off by escort agencies and when I find a good one I feel it is my duty to let others like me know there are legitimate escort services for the men in average income brackets. It's nice to know you don't have to be a millionaire to find and spend time in paradise with a beautiful model by your side.

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I just wanted to say again how much I enjoyed myself during my stay. Getting on the

Plane to return to 'reality' was indeed a painful experience. But it just instilled in me.

The deep desire to return, as quickly as humanly possible.

I want to send also my heartfelt thanks to all for making my stay so amazing.

Everything was perfect. Thanks to Soandarya and Pooja for everything.

I was struck with the incredible beauty of the girls which to whom you saw that everything was just perfect. That I thank you for. The girls. Their beauty is obvious. But what is not so obvious is their youthful beauty of spirit and their intelligence. Hopefully the guests have the opportunity to get to know their companions like I did with Somdarya and Pooja. Because if future guests are just coming down for one thing, that's okay,

Sowdarya is so sweet and with a smile which can melt titanium. Oh yes, she is a super snorkeling partner as well Pooja and I had many more hours to get to know one another on all levels. Here is a woman who can be the most passionate companion at one moment, have an entire disco in the palm of her hand the next, and at dinner talk about geopolitical issues with all the ease and expertise of a U. N. Delegate. Whatever happens, whether I make it down to Bangalore again or not, I will never forget the times I had with Pooja.

So everyone thanks again for a truly life changing experience, one I treasure now and hope to repeat soon and often in the future.

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Sincerely and with much lover for all there.

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I've arrived home from bngalore for about 24 hours now and decided that it was important to take the time to drop you a note while all the memories are still fresh in my mind and the emotions still move my heart.

I don't think I need elaborate words to convey to you what a tremendous experience I had at Bangalore. I suppose my action of extending my stay an extra day says it all. I didn't want to leave even after having spent 6 days and 5 nights there!

The experience was more than I could have hoped for. More than I could have expected. And please take that as the highest praise. I do believe that for younger professionals like me, a satisfying vacation away from the hectic pace of my career would have to involve more than just a sex vacation because, quite frankly, most young professionals don't have a hard time just getting laid. We expect a fun, energetic, relaxing, pampering and stimulating environment. And this vacation provided all of that!

Your Girls was incredible at being attentive and friendly and went out of their way to meet the needs of myself and the other guests. Selvi and Ranjitha are great assets at making the ship run smoothly and they truly help the guests become acclimated and adjusted by really communicating with us in a way that creates a comfortable and supportive environment.

All this praise for the vacation and I haven't even mentioned the obvious high point for me. Beautiful girls with you. Expected. But the quality of character, warmth and personality of the girl's. WOW. Simple three letter word that says as much as any big words can say. It was probably obvious to everyone around us that Sarika and I had a good connection. Probably at some level, maybe even kindred spirits. And please, I'm not some disillusioned fool that has some fantasy that I'm in love with this girl or anything. I'm just calling to your attention that she made my vacation one of a kind by being herself. By being genuine. In fact, as time passed, I learned that many of your girls really were being genuine as well. Though some of them really didn't fit my personality quite like Kavya did. The beautiful makeup and sophistication of the dresses in the evening are sexy, but for someone at my age, I found much more sexy and appealing the casual and hip feel of Uma's disco clothes. It was just like hanging with my homies. She is fun and defiant and charming and bratty and beautiful and immature and sexy and down to earth and playful and calming. A living paradox. Perhaps that is what makes her interesting. It's like trying to catch an autumn wind. So, please give her my best and give her due credit for keeping your guests happy by being who she is.

As for me, a return trip (hopefully with some of my friends) is likely when the availability on my schedule converges with input from Kavya that there is a girl that fits my personality like Uma did.

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I wanted Peace, Quit and Solitude not having to even leave it if I did not want to, This I had, just the right size for me, not too big, not too small. In the hill's where I could awaken and hear nothing but birds and myself trying not to think. Everything the girls or I needed she took care of in a snap.

The girls were wonderful Natasha and Madhu Mathi. Two opposites which compliment each other perfectly. I am sure you noticed I am more of a laid back "listen and learner" rather then the jump on the table center of attention type and the girls knew this so each morning I ask them what they would like to do that day and I would tell them my wishes and we would just leave and do what we all wanted in our own sweet time.

At night they would ask me what I would like, and they suggested restaurants, bars to take late night walks on and one night I even said "Lets go to the Disco". I met the owner and he gave me the corner seat at the bar and it was in Brigade Road, told the bartender "Free Drinks For Him, He Will Need It", and I sat there and watched the girls dance for me. It was great! I felt about 20 again.

I believe the first trip you just get use to the way things are done because it is a different type of treatment then your Regular girls, you feel more like you're with friends. My last day there I was just feeling right at home because I had figured out how everything works.

Sanjay was a wonderful help also. He was always offering bits of advice and making sure anything I needed I got. What you said about all of us are here to take care of you showed me excellent leadership and team work qualities. It is no wonder everyone works so well together.

Needless to say I am returning. I have decided to take a break at the end of my 1 and 3 fiscal quarters each year to clear my head and loose about 20 years (for a while anyway). When I got back I had a few new perspectives on issues and put a few new equations into motion. Plus, I will come down just for the hell of it if someone in the members section catches my eye. Right now I am thinking about returning sometime within the next month. I will call and check exact dates when I have them. I will of course want the V. I. P. Type package. 3 night.

One more time I wish to thank you, and Natasha and Madhu Mathi for a excellent time and a good long relationship. Thank You!

[QUOTE=Cooldoode6; 1225280]Pl check your PM. My exp is good with this SP. Please share me some good independent contacts if any in return.

Regards,

AJ[/QUOTE]

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[QUOTE=Cooldoode6; 1225278]SurajK,

Hi,

Could you please share me the contact in exchange of a decent SP with good variety of models.

Regards.

AJ[/QUOTE]

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Thanks for the contact and I did have this Info on this SP and will recommend the same to others, good in what they do deliver and did not expect this sort of service in Bangalore. World class.

[QUOTE=BangaloreNikhi; 1225744]I wanted Peace, Quit and Solitude not having to even leave it if I did not want to, This I had, just the right size for me, not too big, not too small. In the hill's where I could awaken and hear nothing but birds and myself trying not to think. Everything the girls or I needed she took care of in a snap.

The girls were wonderful Natasha and Madhu Mathi. Two opposites which compliment each other perfectly. I am sure you noticed I am more of a laid back "listen and learner" rather then the jump on the table center of attention type and the girls knew this so each morning I ask them what they would like to do that day...[/QUOTE]

That was real good suggestion and I had tried them before good souls in this part of business.

[QUOTE=BangaloreBoys; 1225405]During the course of the last several years I have been attempting to find reputable escorts. Living in the USA in an area where many escort agencies prevail I have had varied luck finding girls that were not rip offs. It has happened on far to many occasions that the fees far outweighed the returns. As my sophistication progressed I found myself turning to the Internet and the many agencies there. I found that this avenue was very similar to the one that I was using in the first place...[/QUOTE]

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[QUOTE=DirtyHarryUK; 1225431]Hi.

I am in Bangalore on business I am looking for some action with preferably a foreign lady.

Or good looking local lady.

Can somebody pm details. Ideally want some fun today.[/QUOTE]

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You would think that after 3 visits to Bangalore I would pretty well know what to expect, after all you have fulfilled my fantasies every time, yet each visit you come up with things I can't even imagine. The experience just gets better and better and better.

The addition in Girls (on my first trip it consisted of only Tharani and Maheshwari) has taken a big load off your shoulders and they all are doing a great job. Since I had been through the experience prior to them coming on board I can still see the hand of Sanjay guiding everything. You really amaze me the way you orchestrate so many logistics and still be the most exceptional host I have ever encountered. Wish we had more time to visit, but I knew how many things you had going on.

By the way,

I guess your terrific success means that the secret is out. Yet, you have taken that success, not to the bank, but to expanding the experience for your guest. I can hardly wait to see where it goes from here.

The girls this year were absolutely exceptional. They all were far more beautiful, They seemed to be fresher, softer, and totally committed to being girlfriends as well as hostesses.

I was really lucky, I swear that Natasha (Natalia) actually chose me during the ride in from the airport. At least when we arrived and I learned she was available there really was no way I was going to mess with that destiny. She was fantastic, perfectly affectionate and passionate as well. She was at my side every moment and let no one ever doubt that she was my girl and I was her guy. I couldn't help but notice that all the of the girls treated their guys the same way, but Natasha was the cream of the crop: it makes a guy feel 10' tall.

I would appreciate it if you would convey to her how tremendous she made my trip. Maybe the little rings in her ears will convey the message.

Many thanks for the upgrade the last night. You are always the gracious host and it is appreciated.

As in the past, please never fail to offer my e-mail address as reference to any doubters. Anything I can do on this side of the big pond please never hesitate to ask.

Again, many thanks for a great few days living a dream come true.

The Airport.

This was my first time to Bangalore and I was a little nervous. You will complete immigration and customs information and purchase a tourist card for $10. The exit from the immigrations area takes you directly to baggage claim and then through random customs inspections. From there you are only a few steps away from the exit door to the airport.

Upon exiting the airport prepare to be approached by many friendly people offering to provide a taxi or help you with luggage. Several flights arrive in the early afternoon and the exit area of the airport was very hectic. I missed the initial connection and waited about 30 minutes before Vinudha came to my rescue. (During this time I wished I had purchased a cell phone for international service as my PHONE phone was useless.)

The "Competition"

Don't be concerned that you won't fit in. A typical reaction of guests, (and most of us) , was to select a girl quickly to get the "best" available. What the girls have in common is they are all young and beautiful. Just like everyone else you know, they are individuals with distinct personalities. I wish I had spent a little time to meet the girls before deciding whom to hook up with for the first night.

It's hard to explain, but the selection process just happened. The first girl I talked with was already with someone, but in the next conversation I had a date for the evening. The girls don't want to be alone for the night and there are more women available than men. So do the math!

By day I had decided to change partners and either came to mutual agreement or asked Vinudha to inquire for them. I changed once and found the process to be very comfortable. The first girl I was with had some items in my room, but there was no problem changing partners. I was more uncomfortable with the change than the girls were. Within a few hours of the switch, I was playing cards with both girls in my Room.

Other Anxieties and Issues.

It is easy to get to know almost everyone if you want to. One night a few of us decided to have a romantic dinner on a restaurant in nearby Mysore. The food was great and the companionship was better.

In between exercise sessions there was plenty to do. Several evenings a few of us went into town to "disco".

It took a few days to realize the Girls really meant what they said by,"if there's anything you need, just ask". From midnight snacks to premium liquors, all you have to do is ask. No request is treated as trivial and they will bend over backwards to try to make your stay enjoyable.

In summary the best advice I can offer is to relax, relax, relax. Kick back and prepare yourself for the best vacation you will ever have!

I can't wait to go back.

The Airport.

This was my first time to Bangalore and I was a little nervous. You will complete immigration and customs information and purchase a tourist card for $10. The exit from the immigrations area takes you directly to baggage claim and then through random customs inspections. From there you are only a few steps away from the exit door to the airport.

Upon exiting the airport prepare to be approached by many friendly people offering to provide a taxi or help you with luggage. Several flights arrive in the early afternoon and the exit area of the airport was very hectic. I missed the initial connection and waited about 30 minutes before Vinudha came to my rescue. (During this time I wished I had purchased a cell phone for international service as my PHONE phone was useless.)

The "Competition"

Don't be concerned that you won't fit in. A typical reaction of guests, (and most of us) , was to select a girl quickly to get the "best" available. What the girls have in common is they are all young and beautiful. Just like everyone else you know, they are individuals with distinct personalities. I wish I had spent a little time to meet the girls before deciding whom to hook up with for the first night.

It's hard to explain, but the selection process just happened. The first girl I talked with was already with someone, but in the next conversation I had a date for the evening. The girls don't want to be alone for the night and there are more women available than men. So do the math!

By day I had decided to change partners and either came to mutual agreement or asked Vinudha to inquire for them. I changed once and found the process to be very comfortable. The first girl I was with had some items in my room, but there was no problem changing partners. I was more uncomfortable with the change than the girls were. Within a few hours of the switch, I was playing cards with both girls in my Room.

Other Anxieties and Issues.

It is easy to get to know almost everyone if you want to. One night a few of us decided to have a romantic dinner on a restaurant in nearby Mysore. The food was great and the companionship was better.

In between exercise sessions there was plenty to do. Several evenings a few of us went into town to "disco".

It took a few days to realize the Girls really meant what they said by,"if there's anything you need, just ask". From midnight snacks to premium liquors, all you have to do is ask. No request is treated as trivial and they will bend over backwards to try to make your stay enjoyable.

In summary the best advice I can offer is to relax, relax, relax. Kick back and prepare yourself for the best vacation you will ever have!

I can't wait to go back.

As a couple, we were a bit apprehensive about how other would respond to a woman in what is highlighted as a man's fantasy. We were pleased to find that they accepted my presence the same as they did my husband. In the evening, we all gathered on the terrace around the table and talked, drank and laughed together. In fact, we have started a friendship that looks like we will be returning as a group.

The women captivated us. Their obvious beauty is only one dimension of their qualities. They are rich with warmth and they have an untarnished, trusting spirit about them that touches you deeply and you find yourself feeling close to them. I think this is what most of your male guests describe as the feeling of having a beautiful girlfriend. They discover, as we did, the inside of the person is as delightful as the outside.

The sex is more than a romp in the hay, so for those who would prefer just getting to it, they should rather go to a brothel for primitive pleasure, pay the painted lady & go home. The girls we experienced gave us their tender young bodies, their affection and their sincere eagerness to please us. They danced with us, walked in Mg road hand-in-hand with us, accompanied us out to dinner, kissed us and laughed with us. And, with the help of some charades to overcome some language hurdles, they loved us and we loved them. We did not want to leave them blissful feeling of being free to be ourselves without care or censure. From my perspective, it's not just a gentleman's paradise. It's a non-gender haven for romantic sexual expression without promises or pledges.

I've had a week to recover and contemplate the experience I had with Bangalore girls.

There is no doubt that my stay with you and your girls was beyond my wildest fantasies. The ladies are not only gorgeous, but they have warm and complete personalities. It was refreshing to be able to have more than a quick impersonal roll in the hay. In spite of language barriers, the intelligence of the girls was obvious. The warmth and giving nature of these girls is amazing.

It was truly like having a great girlfriend. My entire five day stay seemed like a really hot date with four different super models. All are different, yet all the same. No surprises or disappointments. You have created magic.

As if the romance wasn't enough, . I felt like a king, with my every wish being accommodated.

Without the companionship you would get my Five Star award, with it I know I have had the once in a lifetime experience we often talk about, but rarely experience.

Again my compliments and my gratitude for an incredibly upbeat and uplifting experience.

My regards to you and your girls.

GF Experience is a pimp named Sanjay, who has created several websites / blogs / facebook pages dedicated to promoting his delusional vision for his pseudo-organization.

Guys, please stay away from this phony!

"a high end escort in bangalore speaks"

sex is too easy to get today. we live in a society where everything is easy, and that can be a turn-off. that's not what the men who contact me want. these are very wealthy and successful men, some from well-known companies, and they can get sex anywhere. they like to be challenged and want something more subtle, and the successful women in this business offer them that.

seduction is an endangered skill, and that's my favourite part of the process. when i interact with someone, even from the first email, what we are trying to do is seduce each other. it's like a dance. i use the term "companionship" for what i do, because there is a spectrum. on one side you have straightforward sex for money, and on the other you have full-blown relationships. i see myself as being somewhere along that continuum.

i charge inr 20, 000 / a day, and spend no less than two days with a client. i do it no more than once a month. i always take time to get to know the person first. we email, have lunch and talk on the phone. so i have never been in a situation where i have felt scared. we might go to a social or business event. they introduce me as their friend from wherever- or it might be more personal and romantic. they know that we're going to get some private time afterwards, but the sex is just the icing on the cake.

so much today is not clear. if you go on a date is the guy supposed to open the door for you or not? are you supposed to offer to pay? in this sort of relationship, each party's responsibilities are clearer. i enjoy that. men i go out with are very intelligent people, and it is a mutually stimulating environment.

i think it is a common female fantasy to be in this business. i get a lot of emails saying: "it's so exciting, i've always wanted to do it." anyone can do it but the numbers are against it: it's like wanting to be a ballet dancer. i always wanted to do it, since i was little. it was mysterious, and i like intelligent and influential men. the women in this business are quite influential, too. i've helped people close business deals. there is that free consultation component.

i had to learn myself. about two years ago, i saw the blogging phenomenon and thought, what can i do that's novel? i thought the business was sleazy, and i wanted to make it less so. my first time i was nervous, but we had fun and still keep in touch.

an escort needs a combination of talents. you don't need to be a supermodel. i'm a tall, slim, but there are more beautiful women out there. it can be intimidating for men if you are incredibly stunning. they want someone subtle, intelligent and well versed in life. they have to feel comfortable talking to you about anything, whether business or their family.

about 50 per cent are married. i've heard that sometimes their wives know. in a lot of cases they no longer have sex. surprisingly, some women feel less threatened if a man hires someone like me than if he had an affair with his secretary. i don't see what i do as wrong. if he's married then something is dysfunctional or some part of the relationship must be broken. maybe he can't get divorced because he's worth a crore rupees.

i do have relationships, with clients and others. it can be tricky. i think jealousy is a human trait, and a healthy one, so i treat it on a case-by-case basis. you have to judge at what stage to tell them. fundamentally i am a romantic person, and i don't feel that's a contradiction. i want to share as much of my life as i can with my partner, and eventually all of my life. i do want to get married. there is a strong romantic component to what i do: it's all about mystery and seduction. if we have a good time for a weekend then sometimes it is quite sad to leave.

i'm not worried that my future husband might be appalled by what i do. the men i get along with are typically very moral people but they have their own internal compass. it means they are a little unconventional, and that's why we have that fit. my past doesn't change who i am: it just makes me a little more colourful. recently, the majority of my [non-paying] partners have known what i do. or part of it. you don't have to tell everything.

my family don't know what i do, and i would prefer them not to. my close friends know. my ability to pull it off doesn't surprise them. they know i'm good at multi-tasking. and i don't think anyone has been shocked.

for me, this is a temporary thing, although i cannot put an exact date on when i will stop. it's a very good way to learn about people. what makes them happy and sad.

i have also changed my approach to wealth: i get to see extremely wealthy people and they face the same challenges as everyone else. it makes me more philosophical. it doesn't mean anything to have an apartment in bangalore and a house in mysore you may be locked into an unhappy marriage or not able to find a woman to share your life with. it actually becomes harder to date. you don't know who's genuinely looking for love and who's looking at your money. for lots of young, successful men, wealth above a certain level can be a barrier to a good relationship.

the reality is that the market for this is very small. it's kind of like a bell curve. most of the market is in the middle. straightforward sex for money. the higher end requires not just more money but more time. and in our society time is the most precious thing of all.

A call girl or escort is not a sex worker who is not visible to the general public; nor does she usually work in an institution like a brothel, although she may be employed by an agency. The client must make an appointment, usually by calling a telephone number. Call girls often advertise their services in small ads in magazines and via the Internet, although an advertiser, such as an escort agency, may be involved in promoting more High profile escorts, while some may be handled by a Service Provider Call girls may work either incall, where the client comes to her place, or outcall where they go to the client's place.

The total number of Call Girls in Bangalore is not known. Some estimates state that there are more than 60, 000 women and girls in prostitution in Bangalore.

According to some sources the most common form of trafficking consists in offering false promises or some offer of help out of a dead-end or crisis situation, force is used later after the call girl have already been sold."Mashis (brothel owners / older sex workers) use friendship, sympathy, also veiled threats to convince the women that it is now in their best interest to conform and begin working.

Celebrities and very wealthy men sometimes hire call girls for sex to avoid the problem of unreasonable infatuation, where their partner is unreasonably attracted to them (and won't let go of the relationship or accept refusal) because of their status. It also avoids the problem of "kiss and tell" stories, where the girl would sell the story to the press. Both parties understand their respective positions and do not go beyond them. Some of these people are even open about what their date is to those they're partying with, though call girls request they not be. Usually, the client will first hire the escort for a short date to determine if he or she wants to do longer ones with her. Here again, the escort's appearance, intelligence, manners, sociability and education also come into consideration. For some wealthy clients, these dates evolve into long-standing arrangements that more closely resemble keeping a mistress.

Some take up this profession because it is a way of making money while enjoying the pleasure of sex with different partners. Recently men have also jumped into these businesses, and provide sexual services to women. Some wealthy women who live far away from their husbands, or who like to have sex but lack partners, hire men for sex.

Most call girl agencies and independent call girls have their own websites. The internet has become the main medium through which customers find their desired escort. Generally, a picture of the girl is provided, and sometimes, the type of sexual services she is willing to offer. Some agencies also propose a higher fee for people of special interest.

tonight i was on bangalore craigslist and ended up browsing the pages where women of the night advertise their services. many of the postings included pictures which i thought for sure couldn't be real. all of them included phone numbers, but fully half of them had already been removed as 'scams'.

my question is: what's the scam? what happens when you call? does someone who does not resemble the. jpg show up to your door? what happens then? are these even adult services or people looking to rob you? i guess i could've called myself just to see what happened, but didn't want them recording my phone number for any reason.

just to clarify, i'm not actually seeking a hooker or any illegal advice. i was just naively surprised that the pictures were not of broken-down, meth-ridden ladies, but women who looked like models. granted this is a large city so maybe there is a variety. i've never been with a hooker and not sure i've even see one in real life, which only encourages my fascination.

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the larger the city the less likely those hookers are exclusively broken down meth addicts. that said i doubt high-end call girls populate craigslist. but as i have no experience (i swear!) i couldn't say for certain.

as to seeing a hooker. a game that my friends and i have played in bangalore is to sit in the lobbies of high-end hotels in mg road and brigade road and look for 20-something women on the arms of 50-something men.

these women are likely (high-end) hookers. i'm pretty sure bangalore has some high-end hotels where this can be done.

i was just naively surprised that the pictures were not of broken-down, meth-ridden ladies, but women who looked like models.

i have met very few sex workers who looked like models, but i've met plenty of sex workers who are quite attractive in person and who looked absolutely gorgeous in their most flattering photographs.

people who advertise for clients for their sex work on craigslist are generally reasonably market-savvy and computer-savvy professionals, not people who are debilitated by out-of-control addictions.

the broken down meth addict hookers blow guys for inr 2000 / in an alley and don't use the interwebs to advertise their services. the inr 2000 / soish ladies will be quite normal to good looking. however many advertisers on craigslist will put photos of other people and misrepresent themselves. what happens when she shows up at your door and she looks nothing like the photo? well, you can either tell her to go away or invite her in. but these days many of the ladies advertising on craigslist are really traps set by the police so it is not the best way to procure a "date" for the evening.

for fun, you can use a tineye. com to compare said courtesan to other photos on the web. that is, the photo may be a porn actress you've never heard of, or that photo is advertised in every city in the country. how she can be in chennai, mysore and hyderabad, mumbai at the same time is beyond me. and like any other ad, if it sounds too good to be true, it is probably too good to be true. the call girls will troll the lounges of high end bars in hotels i realized i was getting old when these ladies started propositioning me.

mahesh

i had a roommate who told me her former clients were often surprised that she actually looked like her photo. this makes me think that most women don't match the photo. besides, the number may be for a service, and they may send over who is still available.

i had a friend who was a craigslist sex worker for a while. she worked through an agency so that, although the picture was of her (and the most flattering picture she had at that) , the phone number was the agency's. she didn't advertise very often; they were encouraged to gather a few regular clients and avoid making new ones, for the most part. when called, she would then try to get a feel for the prospective client, making sure he or she wasn't creepy. after that, they would first meet at a neutral, public location. sometimes, they would do this more than once before she decided to take someone on as a client. i recall her telling me that she was encouraged to bail out at any point if she felt uncomfortable and to let the agency know about it.

anyway, that's one way it works when it's not a scam. i don't know about how it goes on the scamming end.

nilesh.

some websites (maybe not craigslist) , ostensibly use a system to report back from clients to assure the photographs that sex workers use are genuine. i can imagine there is a strong incentive for both sides to weed out scams or fakers, even if they're not always successful. craigslist is probably more hit and miss, but i really don't know.

satish

craigslist's removal message is generic, so you have no way of telling whether it is prohibited, spam / overpost, mirep001egorized, etc. (there is no 'scam' option, btw) i am guessing since adult services has been removed in the last year, that all these posts are "prohibited".

aside from cop sting ops and sending an uglier girl than pictured, i don't think there's much of a scam to be had in prostitution; it's pretty profitable anyways.

babu.

aside from cop and sending an uglier girl than pictured, i don't think there's much of a scam to be had in prostitution people still work the badger game (where the would-be getting robbed instead of serviced) , actually.

ramesh.

through another ask me question, i discovered the blog of college callgirl. she didn't put her photo or phone number in her craigslist ad, but did put in text adverts and an email address. clients would then email and the negotiations (and photo exchanges) would begin. i think in one of her posts she talked about the ones who had photos and phone numbers were agency girls, and if 'shreya' (in the photo) wasn't available, the agency would try to send you some one else.

raj kumar.

well, the police, the undercover police officer asks you to meet her at a hotel, you go, she asks you what you want from the "menu," and then once you hand over the money, a bunch more police dudes and ladies bust in the door and arrest you.

ram.

some sex workers can be accused of false advertising, most will stretch their truth. but their body is their brand and it's in their best interest to attract as many enquiries as possible. they're betting that you'll be so overcome with anticipating horniness that you'll take the person that turns up even if they've stretched the truth.

and sometimes the scam is that you'll be robbed by some boofy bloke who now knows you are currently alone with possibly a few hundred cash on you, and possibly unlikely to call the police for fear of being exposed.

but please note:

they're called sex workers. it's a legitimate profession where you pay people for their services. my physio uses her body to manipulate mine. i'm in my underwear, there's oil involved and moans of delight and agony from me. and you would have seen sex worker in real life. they're everywhere and can look like your mum, sister, wife or grandmother. or uncle, father, brother. anyone really. pejorative language about sex workers and their work is unhelpful and marginalising.

salman reddy.

i was just naively surprised that the pictures were not of broken-down, meth-ridden ladies, but women who looked like models.

i'm surprised you're surprised. sex workers are everywhere, but i guess if you were not wise to the presentation and prevelence, you might not notice them. if you want to know how a typical cash for sex transaction takes place,

i get a lot of calls like the one you didn't want to make. someone posted my name, number and a presumably glowing review of my services as a sex worker on a site somewhere. sadly, the only paid services i provide are unrelated to the immediate wants and needs of these callers (i'm a web designer and developer) , but they have uniformly been polite and only about a third of them withhold their number.

raju.

having been a fashion photographer in another lifetime, i can tell you that not even all models are models. the camera is a funny thing, it distorts in most unpredictable ways. some women i photographed were (imho) downright freakish / ugly, but something about their facial bone structure worked for the camera. and of course, the #1 factor: makeup. i always worked with a team of makeup artists. what these folks could do would blow your mind. bottom line: the photos may be of the very woman you see at the door, even if she looks like nothing in the photo. if she's a pro who values advertising, she'll get photographed professionally, and at the end of that process may look like a different person. that's even before photoshop, which these days is routine

murali reddy.

there's a pretty large number of sex workers who actually don't do face-to-face meetings (rather, it's paid phone sex, sex texting, sex emails, etc). they advertise their services on craigslist using models' photos (usually just "real" looking enough to not seem like a pro) that they pay for on content sites specifically for this purpose. some workers are just paid promoters for larger company's offering phone / text services, and they hit craigslist and other, similar sites with ads suggesting they are available for face-to-face meetings when they are not. tips and tricks for getting around craigslist's phone / ip verifications are as rampant as seo tricks. so some of these "hookers" may not be hookers at all, but rather are selling something else entirely under a persona that's not really them.

raghu ram.

most of them are people trying to get by in a competitive and illegal business. so those pictures are often of them but often in better times: younger, more makeup, better lighting, a little photoshop, etc. sometimes they are representative and sometimes they are not; there is no hard and fast rule. as to what happens: typically you need to go to them (outcall) instead of them coming to you (incall) as they value their own safety a great deal more than yours. again individuals vary but a common technique is to have you drive to a location, get out of your car, then call them on your cell and they will tell you exactly what street address to go to.

search for phone numbers on cl or "police" for extra fun.

kumar shetty.

I used to read many stories and mastrubate on my own, I am going to narrate a story which happens in my real life one week before. My brother is working in MNC Chennai we are staying in Chennai my brother need to go US official last week so he went, I am working in am BPO as Team Manager so I used to go night shift and used to sleep in morning.

This incident happened two days before, in my home my father mother, my brother, Anni and me My Anni is very fair, face looks like Kajol actress. 36, 28, 36 house wife and she is just 23 age and slim, my self 28 and medium slim, my father and mother went to native place for a week so we both are alone in home. Once I came from night shift my anni used to give me horlicks and used to freshup I taken bath and drink it and will goto sleep then she will wake me up to have tiffen.

There is not water flow in my brother's bedroom so she is not able to take bath, she tried to wake me I was in half sleep she asked me whether water is comming in my bath room I said yes in half sleep and slept she went to take bath in my bathroom, once she finished her bath she came out in towel its really a nice smell hence I am in half sleep I can still remember her hamam soap smell which wakes me up,

I saw in half eye that she went to her room in towel I am gone seeing her in towel hence its my weekend off that evening I am in home only my self and my anni in home she have the habit of taking bath in night before sleep even I have the same habit I taken bath and slept she said shall I use my bathroom I said no need ask any permission anni use it, once again she came in a towel with like a fresh baby.

I act like I am in sleep she started wiping herself in my room itself thinking I am slept, I am watching her acting like sleeping, suddenly her towel felt down accidentally I can see her full back like a flash and half breast she turned to catch her towel she saw me I am wake she is stunned even I don't know what to do she went to her room taking her towel.

Next day morning is also my off its Sunday she is not able to see my eyes she gave me horlicks I drank she has not taken bath I said Anni I am sorry for yesterday I don't know you are there thats why I saw you, she said its k, I said anni even I like you so much she tries to went out I cought her hand and hugged her she restricted and turned I huged her from behind she said aravind its wrong please leave me I am your brother wife if he came to know it will be big problem, I said anni please I like you lot you are my angel today is a nice chance anni please allow me lets enjoy, she shouted at me and tries to pull me to bed I pulled her along with me and felt on bed she tried to get up from bed I rolled and came on top of her,

Hence no one is in home all rooms are closed I droped her down in bed and started to kiss her neck (neck is a powerful area af all female) she is restricting me pushing me away but I am strong to have her below me she said aravind its not fair I am your Anni please leave me I said I love you Anni and start removing her saree, she is shuting but not louder telling please don't make me to shout neighbors will come please leave me.

I said I need you anni and started kissing her lips she closed her lip and not opened I allowed my tounge to lick her lip she is turning her face left and right at the same time I started pumping her with her saree and started pressing her breast she is loosing control then she understand that I am not going to leave her she shouted k aravind listen to me I stoped but I am in top of her she said I will allow you but you should not enter in to me and not now first fresh up then we will have I thought its better then I hugged Anni and said I love you she said why aravind you have this much lust on me I said from the day I saw you I started thinking you and masturbating she said I will allow you but please maintain secret I said I am sure.

Then I taken bath she went to take bath and came in towel she know I will get her now she came out of bathroom I grabbed her and droped in bed and started kissing her neck she closed her eyes and said aravind we are doing wrong its a sin please don't do I said anni I love you a lot saying that I removed her towel she is not wearing any thing inside towel I started fondling her breast and kissing her lips first she closed her lips later she started responding I am only in shorts she also started to hug me and pnching me with nail I understand she is in full mood I removed her towel completely she is in full nude now wow how beaty she is she looks like angel I started kissing her breast and sucking it like mangoes.

She is out of control allow me to enjoy her full breast by raising her breast I sucked bot mellons like anything she is pressing my head hard in her breast I went some what down and kissed her thopple and then went down to pussy area she is having a pubic hair I inserted my mouth and started to suck she is raising her butt to show have her complete pussy.

I inserted my tongue and liked it she is moaning ahhhhhh iss ahh aravind ohhhh make lot of moaning noice I removed my shorts and my cock came out she immediately got up and said aravind please don't you enjoy me with out entering in to me I know I can seduce her I said k and felt over her we both are stark nude I am rolling her in bed she also started kissing me we had a long lip to lip kiss very passionate kiss then I inserted my finger in to her love hole and started finger fucking she is out of control.

I saw she closed her eyes and enjoying I stopped she is still closing her eyes I inserted my cock in to her she suddenly opened her eveys and said aravind please don't it's a sin I said Anni what we did till now is also a sin don't worry. I gave a thrust my cock went in she is telling I am your anni the like mother I said I love you Anni and started jerking.

She is moaning aravind please remove it please I never cared I started doing fast she is also started responding for my jerk she is raising her hip up when ever I gave her a jerk I started doing very fast to and fro room full of chap chap chap chap sound she is hugging me very tight she came after 20min. Of hard work she said please don't leave inside me I am out of control with in few jerks I also came inside her she hugged me very tight we sept like that nude for one hour.

Then she waked up and we both seperated she started she did a sin to my brother I said its ok if any thing is with four wall its not a sin I hugged her she also hugged me then we both went for anouther three rounds that day and also continued in night then we are having regular sex till today.

Why Escorting.

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I guess thats why I haven't written too much on the subject lately. I'm a horrible liar, and I don't want to risk anyone reading something positive about escorting from me. Even if I never know, I don't want someone to come here and read something I've written and make the choice to escort. I want to continue to stress that its not the right choice, . I want to get to the point where it is out of the question, whatever the circumstances. I want you to become one of those strong women on tv who shudder at the thought, who believe in themselves, and would never, ever consider selling their temples.

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The relationship between escort and client is one of a subtle drive to maintain power and control. The time spent together can be extremely enjoyable and lucrative for both but can also be riddled with occasional discomfort if a few simple courtesies aren't kept in mind. As the hired professional, it is the escort's responsibility to define these parameters, and applying these tips will help keep you both safe and extremely satisfied.

Protect your private information by using a PO Box as the address on your driver's license, or get a second legal identification card that does not include your home address: you don't need a client knowing where you live. Or an internet-created account such as skype to initially contact your clients, and consider having a private cell-phone for further encounters that cannot be traced back to your home address. This provides a peace of mind just in case a client tries to get too personal, so you don't have to worry about complications outside the arranged time spent together.

When booking an appointment with a new client, gather their basic information and do a background check. Get their full name (including middle) , personal phone number, email address, state of registration and any references from other escort experiences they may have. While new clients may not have references from other escorts, their names should be cleared from national blacklist sites and basic legal background checks. Also, asking for a few personal details to include in a google search may further guarantee that your client is who they present themselves to be and therefore poses less of a threat to you physically or legally. Be wary of new phone numbers / email addresses. While it is common for a client to be reluctant in giving you their personal information, they should be easily consoled that this is for your mutual safety and enjoyment and is a procedure only necessary before your first meeting.

Make it easy for your clients to know what to expect in the first few moments of your time together, and give yourself a routine to follow to ensure your safety from that point:

Upon arriving and after friendly introductions, check the client's identification and verify it with the information given upon booking the appointment.

If arranged, call a friend or service so that they know you are safe and what time you've met your client. They should also be called up leaving to ensure your safety and help to verify the time spent together.

The client should leave your compensation in clear sight so that you may pick it up without money passing between your hands. Put this in a (preferably) zippered compartment of your bag and keep it with you at all times, verifying the amount at a discreet time and when alone. If the client attempts to shortchange you of the agreed upon fee, don't fight back – just leave immediately. This points to a lack of understanding in the client that may bleed into other areas of you arrangement and put you in danger.

Check the space to make sure no one else is present, having specified to the client beforehand that your time together is only for the two of you.

It's a classy move for the client to have beverages on hand, a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic for both of you to enjoy. Specify that these bottles should be sealed when you arrive so that you can see them being opened in front of you. Slipping drugs into a drink is too easy of a way for you to be taken of guard.

After these points, excuse yourself to a restroom so that you both have a moment to collect yourselves. Keep your personal belongings with you at all times, so that there is not one shred out doubt that either of your things have been tampered with.

When possible, use a driver or taxi to get you to a client, and make it clear to the client that someone is outside waiting for you (even if they are not).

Take with you only what you need. Bring enough cash for a taxi if necessary, but avoid bringing any greater amounts or any identification that reveals your address.

Assess the public surroundings to make sure the time booked with you is private and respectful: is the room you're walking towards quiet or rowdy with loud music? Is the space clean? Can the doors be locked from the inside but not from the outside?

When meeting a client at a hotel, get their name and room number and confirm this with the hotel privately. If they've registered with a fake name with the hotel or given you one, this is a huge warning sign that should something go wrong between you, the client's identity will not be able to be confirmed.

If there is the tiniest bit of doubt that your client is an undercover police officer, take extra precautions upon your first meeting. Go a bit early and wait in the parking lot, looking for anyone checking out the space that might be there to alert someone inside.

Be aware of warning signs that something may not be quite right with a client. If they refuse to show you identification, insist on writing a check when you request cash, don't give you a personal phone number to communicate with etc, there's just too much gray area should something illegal happen between you. If they start to get angry or irritable, counter them with gentleness and try to light-heartedly change the subject, but don't be afraid to scream or start throwing things at walls / out windows to catch the attention of those nearby if you feel you're in danger.

Use the same common sense you would in any other compromising position. Watch your alcoholic intake and be aware of your surroundings. Taking a basic self-defense class is a comfort that in the chance you'll be in a physically compromised position, you can defend yourself with confidence.

Sometimes practice does make perfect, and it will take a few tries before these steps naturally fall into a routine and you almost don't notice them. Being safe will become second nature and you'll be able to enjoy the company of your clients without directly thinking about your own safety. Just remember that you are the one who needs to maintain a position of subtle power, and the time is yours for the taking.

RETIREMENT AND SEX WORKERS. AUNTY SEX

Seasoned Gals.

What happens when prostitutes grow older? Well, in some cases, they get wiser. These veteran hookers say they're still in the game, and what's more, their clientele is still young.

TODAY, Revathy part of the core team at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience is in excruciating pain. As she sits awkwardly back onto the sofa, covered in an elaborate, faded brown rug, the tall, sinuous-looking woman takes a deep and noticeable breath. The pinched nerve, shooting spasms of pain along the span of her back, is an irksome inconvenience-she has already had to reschedule a client.

At first glance, Revathy appears somewhat androgynous. A dramatic-looking lady in her Saree, she looks like either an incredibly handsome woman or an ingeniously talented drag queen. Her ample chest, tucked into a maroon Blouse, seems at odds with straight hips and a sensuous voice as gruff as gravel being dragged through mud.

At 39 years old, Revathy has seen it all. Her face lends several clues. Wrinkles gather around a generous mouth used to chain-smoking, insults, begging for dope,

Revathy is still a working girl, a working woman, a semi-retired street prostitute who pulls tricks, a professional who, quite frankly, enjoys her job. She started out in her "10s. 11s. 12s" and, some four decades later, she's as much on her game as any woman who has built a skill set over a lifetime. What's more, her expertise attracts young men, clients who are looking for a mature professional who's well-schooled and well-trained.

"In Mumbai, I got INR 20, 000 / one night. That was cool," she says casually. Revathy took the city of Mumbai to court last year after the police wrongfully strip-searched her. She won and took a vacation on the settlement."He was in his 30s and real cute. We put on a couple of videos, lay on the bed and massaged each other, had sex and that was it. It was real nice."

In Bangalore, Revathy came across several brothels specifically for older prostitutes."I met a 70-year-old hooker when I was in Bangalore," she says, her voice lowering in admiration."She was fine, you know. 70 years old. Not bad." At 39, Revathy doesn't exactly shirk the age thing-she knows she's slowing down-but, not one to cater to expectations, she simply sees aging as better business." (Older prostitutes) can talk, we can get a conversation going and we're willing to spend the time," she says."Some guys want mature women who aren't going to rip them off. So there's an advantage both ways."

Please Mr. Please.

IN Nandhni's DAY, there were five times as many prostitutes in Mumbai as there are today. During that early 2001, prostitutes were proficient teachers providing sexual initiation for young boys, who filled the local brothels on half days and holidays. A great way, it could be said, to spend a kid's lunch money.

Coming from Mumbai, a place where the sexy older woman historically exists, Nandhini, a somewhat gamine. 52-year-old prostitute, has that dry English with that lends an intellectual twist to her musings. Becoming a prostitute at 22, Nandhini saw her career change as a political move. When she picks up the telephone, a harsh, morning voice, deepened by nicotine, greets me, requesting me to phone her back-on my dime.

"I think what age gives you, regardless of what you do, is grounding wisdom and acceptance of human foibles," she says."I don't think age is a disability. Of course, I wish I looked 20 years younger, but I've gained other things." Those "other things," professionally speaking, as Nadhini touts them in her online ad on caigslist. Com, are giving "joy, integrity and compassion" to her clients. Or, as Nandhini puts it in person,"being older, sexier and very, very good."

And Nandhini heartily admits to having lots of practice. Her initial training came during the 1990s, a time when the maxim "Nice girls don't" was replaced by the liberating mantra "Yes they do, and they like it, too." "The first quality of a good working girl is [determining], 'Were you a good ****? '"Nadhini says. Having hit 15 with a great pair of legs, just as the pill and the Chudhidhar into popular use, her answer is apparent."Yes! And I was damned good at it!"

Nandhini's ad, which caught the attention of many client's, Nandhini says."Men really want to be good lovers, but in a relationship, everything is so loaded. It's like, you'll get pussy, but then you have to spend the day with the mother-in-law. This offered men a chance to learn." A healthy contingent of young men eagerly responded to Nandhini's ad.

Nadhini admits she is always pleasantly surprised that younger men find her sexually attractive. And her time with them makes her appreciate what an older woman can give: experience."Men think they're supposed to like young, blond and bouncing," she says."I hear from younger guys, who are almost ashamed, that say they don't know why but they've always found older women attractive." Nandhini begins to laugh slyly."I tell them that mean you're very smart."

While declining the services of a 50-year-old prostitute donning a Mami's outfit, as "it wasn't [his] scene," he has slept with one whose age hovers around 40."I'd be just as happy with an older one. Older prostitutes are comfortable with their career. You don't get the feeling you're abusing them," he says. And generally, he finds less-attractive prostitutes tend to be more skilled in technique."The less attractive, usually the more attentive," he says. Not that age necessitates lack of beauty, but in prostitution, looks are not what's for sale. Sex is.

Paradoxically, within the parallel industry of S&M, age is actually a bonus. Malini a 27-year-old professional dominatrix, has found her clientele increasing as she heads toward 30."Some of the most successful women in BANGALORE are mature women whose expertise is appreciated and sought after by clients," she says. Malini will lie about her age because the experience is amplified by the appearance of authority. And authority equates with age."It's interesting, in this society that disempowers women who are 'too old' to be sexual, that I would find myself presenting myself as older," she says.

Malini, who is a graduate student, puts a decidedly academic spin on sex work and how older prostitutes challenge society's perception of it. She explains that in India, we tend to assign younger women victim status, assuming that they are too young to make their own decisions-especially when it comes to engaging in prostitution. However, when we see an older woman doing this work, it's more subversive."Everything we are told about sex work-that it's demeaning to women and always forced-is contradicted by a woman in her 40s or 50s," Malini says."At that age, she's supposed to be professional and make the right choice."

Mrs. Sowmya.

AS A SOCIETY, we now stand at a time when the course of our lives has gone beyond marrying and reproducing, straight to death."We have to stop equating aging with dying," says Mrs. Sowmya, sees old age as an outstanding phenomenon populated by pioneers with no social script."What we've done in the last 100 years is create a new life stage. We've added 30 years life expectancy in a century," she says."Our culture created old age-in terms of the species, this is brand new."

As far as older women are concerned, Mrs. Sowmya discovered that women find aging liberating."They don't worry so much about turning heads, or is their makeup just right," she says. While the initial transition into losing one's looks is difficult,"old women don't give a hoot. Once, it's gone, forget about it," she says."But women do stay sexually active."

Seeing women pursuing sex into old age challenges the traditional vision that consigns women to Biryani Cooking grandmas. It's a vision that counters the reality of many older women, including that of a local lady who remains nameless, is in her early 50s and who typically dates younger men. Describing herself as "still attractive enough to be intriguing," she says her younger lovers prize her for having the kind of sensuality that comes with wisdom and experience."They expect an older woman to know what she wants; she doesn't have the same fears as a younger woman about acceptance," she says.

Mrs. Sowmya recently posted a personal ad seeking a younger lover and the responses just tumbled in."I've always fantasized about being with an older woman-ever since I was barely old enough to have dirty thoughts," reads one response."To this day, my greatest fantasy remains unfulfilled."

Nandhini finds younger men, too, are stretching their roles."Young men in their 20s are much looser, they're less concerned with macho considerations," she says."There's much less front and they're open to the idea of learning-this isn't seen as a failure."

WHILE LONG GONE are the days when brothels were as tolerated as cafes and men said that "nature moved them to go to sport," older prostitutes, it seems, are still initiating the young. If anything, Malini's recent experience while shopping underlines the point, Malini across a rack of T-shirts in the GAP, had a conversation with a mother, who had her teenage daughter in tow. The mother, half-joking, said she had a couple of young boys and would love to send them to Malini when they were older."I thought, 'She's got it, there's no shame here, '" Maini says. The two women laughed because such a gesture would cost the mother custody of her children and Malini her freedom, but the sentiment was real.

"I think it's becoming the new fashion," Malini says, exhaling on her cigarette.

A call girl or escort is not a sex worker in Bangalore who is not visible to the general public; nor does she usually work in an institution like a brothel, although she may be employed by an agency. The client must make an appointment, usually by calling a telephone number. Call girls often advertise their services in small ads in magazines and via the Internet, although an advertiser, such as an escort agency, may be involved in promoting more High profile escorts, while some may be handled by a Service Provider Call girls may work either incall, where the client comes to her place, or outcall where they go to the client's place.

The total number of Call Girls in Bangalore is not known. Some estimates state that there are more than 60,000 women and girls in prostitution in Bangalore.

According to some sources the most common form of trafficking consists in offering false promises or some offer of help out of a dead-end or crisis situation, force is used later after the call girl have already been sold."Mashis (brothel owners / older sex workers) use friendship, sympathy, also veiled threats to convince the women that it is now in their best interest to conform and begin working.

Celebrities and very wealthy men sometimes hire call girls for sex to avoid the problem of unreasonable infatuation, where their partner is unreasonably attracted to them (and won't let go of the relationship or accept refusal) because of their status. It also avoids the problem of "kiss and tell" stories, where the girl would sell the story to the press. Both parties understand their respective positions and do not go beyond them. Some of these people are even open about what their date is to those they're partying with, though call girls request they not be. Usually, the client will first hire the escort for a short date to determine if he or she wants to do longer ones with her. Here again, the escort's appearance, intelligence, manners, sociability and education also come into consideration. For some wealthy clients, these dates evolve into long-standing arrangements that more closely resemble keeping a mistress.

Some take up this profession because it is a way of making money while enjoying the pleasure of sex with different partners. Recently men have also jumped into these businesses, and provide sexual services to women. Some wealthy women who live far away from their husbands, or who like to have sex but lack partners, hire men for sex.

Most call girl agencies and independent call girls have their own websites. The internet has become the main medium through which customers find their desired escort. Generally, a picture of the girl is provided, and sometimes, the type of sexual services she is willing to offer. Some agencies also propose a higher fee for people of special interest.

[QUOTE=TheJuggler; 1226251]AFAIK, Naidu1, BangaloreNikhi as well as BangaloreBoys are all fake IDs created by a pimp named Sanjay Shetty, who has created several websites / blogs / facebook pages dedicated to promoting his delusional vision for his pseudo-organization"

Guys, please stay away from this phony![/QUOTE]

Confessions of a Bussiness man in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience

But I have to confess to knowing the truth about this sordid profession. Because eight years ago, I succumbed to the lure of paying for sex. Over the course of 18 months, I spent all my savings. 10 lacs. On high-class escort girls in Bangalore. Before I go any further, let me make it clear that I am not in the least proud of this.

I'm ashamed of exploiting women, and of having supported a degrading, dangerous industry. I don't expect anyone to condone what I did. But now, after many years have passed, I want to explain why I was propelled into that addiction. And why so many other men are, too. The statistics say that one man in ten men uses prostitutes, and not all of them conform to the stereotype, as my own case suggests. I had a comfortable, middle-class upbringing in Bangalore, where my parents were both Docters. I went to one of Karnataka's top universities, and I now work successfully as a Bussiness man. The clues to why I was drawn into such an a moral world lie in my disastrous relationships with women up until that point. At school, I was a bit of a nerd. At 14, for example, I was publicly humiliated by the popular girl I fancied.

She told me to meet her in a secluded corner of the playing fields, and then ambushed me with her friends and shouted: 'I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last person in the world. '

The years that followed brought a series of similar rejections. My shyness, if anything, got worse as I got older. Things didn't improve much when I moved to Bangalore in my early 20s. Meeting women wasn't a problem; the hard part was meeting them twice. All told, in the Nineties, I've worked out that I was stood up on 27 different occasions.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going on. I wasn't a horrific-looking chap.

Hooked: I enjoyed the thrill and convenience of hiring escort girls.

I was physically fit, funny and, with a good degree, had reasonable prospects. Yet life was one big round of 'You're too nice' and 'I don't want to ruin the friendship'.

Things perked up for a while in the mid-Nineties, On the back of my successes in bussiness, I embarked on my first serious adult relationships. But each one fizzled out. I was an intelligent young man with my whole life ahead of me, but by the time I got to my late 20s I felt as if my life was falling apart. While my fellow comics progressed to bigger things, it was clear that I didn't quite have what it took. They weren't the only ones moving on. By the time I was 29, virtually all my friends had got married and were either having kids or moving out of the city. Then, to top it all, I started losing my hair. With it went the last vestiges of my self-esteem. When I hit 30, I hadn't had a GirlFriends. Or even a kiss. For three years. I was starting to feel desperate: lonely and with little to look forward to. One area of my life that was going well was my finances. After years in low-paid jobs, I'd just started my first decent full-time bussiness in real estate in Bangalore suburbs, (I was living in shared rented accommodation) and no GirlFriends, my outgoings were minimal.

It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss Without really intending to, by 2000, I had saved up several lacs. At about this time, I read an article in a magazine about escorting. I'd never seriously thought about paying for female company: my image of the sex industry was of Mumbai Red light area, but in reality here in Bangalore it was very safe and very clean. You visited the girls in plush, rented apartments; you were paying for companionship, not sex. It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss. That night, I went online and looked up a few escort agencies. I was scared, certainly, and a little ashamed. Was I really capable of this? But everything the article said seemed to be true. I looked at my empty bed. I looked at my empty diary. And I looked at my bank statement.

Then, heart pounding furiously, I picked up the phone.

As I waited for an answer, a thousand terrifying thoughts flashed through my head. I was scared of what my friends and family would think if they found out.

I was scared of being arrested (I was unaware, at the time, that what I was doing wasn't technically illegal). And I was scared that the girl I arranged to visit would turn out not to be a girl at all, and an thug waiting to rob me. Then the person at the other end of the line picked up. It was a female voice. Calm, professional, friendly.

Glamorising prostitution:

She asked me who I wanted to see, when, and for how long. It felt like booking an appointment at the hairdresser. I made more effort for that first illicit rendezvous than I ever had for a real date. I went to the gym. I used a tanning machine. I had a haircut, bought some new clothes, and read all the papers so I'd have something interesting to talk about. It sounds ridiculous that I prepared for such a sordid sexual transaction in such a way, but I really believed the disclaimer on the website: 'We offer only a legitimate introductory service for beautiful women. Anything that takes place afterwards is a matter of choice between two consenting adults. ' Two days later, at 8pm sharp, I arrived outside an anonymous-looking flat in a well-to-do area of Indra Nagar. As I triple checked the address scrawled on the Post-It note, I thought about going home. But she was waiting for me now. Besides, I was curious. I took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. The door was opened by Radha, the girl pictured on the website. I'd chosen her not because she was the prettiest, but because she had the friendliest face and she didn't disappoint. She took my coat and led me into the living-room. I handed over the envelope full of cash: INR 30, 000 / for three hours. Radha went into the other room to make sure the money was all there, called the agency to tell them I'd arrived, then poured drinks and sat down. I told her I'd never done this sort of thing before. She smiled and said she could tell. Within minutes, she had put me completely at ease. I tried to spin the conversation out as long as possible. We talked about the area, how my day had been but when I finally ran out of words, she walked over to me, kissed me, and led me to the bedroom.

When the three hours were up, I thanked Radha for her time, she thanked me for being 'sweet', and I walked to my Car. I won't deny that I felt seedy. For the first time, I'd just paid for sex. At the same time, there was an unmistakable thrill of transgression. And the actual experience had gone remarkably smoothly. I'd spent an evening in the company of a beautiful woman, and she hadn't rejected me. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a little bit better about myself. Did I feel guilty? Not really. And I confess I hadn't dwelled on the thorny issue of why this girl might be sleeping with strangers in Indra Nagar. Frankly, like a teenager, I was just revelling in the experience. From that night, I was hooked. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a bit better about myself Escorting seemed the answer to all my problems. It was exciting. The sex was always safe. Although I got myself tested regularly for sexually transmitted infections just in case. My reasoning went like this: why should I hang around trying to pick up women in bars when I could meet far more attractive women with no risk of getting hurt emotionally? Over the next year and a half, I visited 16 different escorts, some of them several times, and spent almost everything I'd saved over the previous few years. Around 10 lacs. Each time, like the first, I treated it like a real date. I was always courteous, I always bought flowers and beer, and I always paid for an extra hour so that I could get to know the girls first. Sometimes we had dinner, sometimes we went out for a walk. Once, we sat down and watched Cricket. It was only on my fourth visit that Sowmya, a cute, funny 26-year-old, laughed and told me that no one else did that; most people just paid for one hour, got straight down to business, then scarpered. But I liked doing it this way. I was deluding myself, of course, but it felt normal, almost like a real 'GirlFriends experience'. So began a life in which I carried on working and seeing my friends, but existed with this big secret that I knew I could never divulge. The only girl I visited regularly over those months was a 27-year-old from Chennai whose professional name was Shreya.

Pretty Woman Had a fairytale ending but reality is very different for real life call girls She was just my type: petite, brunette, with a gorgeous figure. And maybe she was just very good at her job, but she seemed to like me, too. She told me her real name. Nandhini. And all about her glamorous other clients: For my 30th birthday, I'd thrown a big party with 90 guests in Mg road, but I'd ended up going home alone. So when my 31st came around, I was determined that wouldn't happen again and booked a whole night with Shreya. What the hell, it was only INR 30, 000. The morning after, I woke up to find a cup of tea and a gift-wrapped box on the bedside table. When she had found out that it was my birthday, Shreya had gone out and bought me a Gift. It was an absurd gesture, but I was really touched. I was convinced, after that, that Shreya and I had a special connection. Maybe the whole Pretty Woman myth was true. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could persuade her to quit escorting and be with me.

'Do you think, ' I asked her on my next visit, 'that if you met the right person, you might give all this up? '

Shreya put down her drink and laughed.

'Well, it's not my ideal job. But I have got used to the lifestyle. If I did give this up for a man, he'd have to earn twice as much as I do. And I earn two lacs a month. ' She never did come and watch me do stand-up. I'm ashamed to say that for about a year, I had felt that my time with these girls had been relatively harmless. And mutually beneficial. But one incident changed all that. One night, I went to visit an escort called Ramya at a flat in Ulsoor. I was too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings I handed over the cash. Everything progressed as normal, until halfway through the evening Ramya said: 'I am very happy you came here tonight. ' 'Why's that? ' I asked. 'Because you are nice. ' I smiled, but she continued: 'And also because now I can pay my Rent. ' The words were like a slap in the face. In a year of visiting escorts, this was the first incontrovertible evidence I'd heard that not every girl did escorting because they enjoyed it. Some of them were doing it because they had to. And even though Ramya seemed to like me, even though I had helped her out in the short-term, I was helping to perpetuate that situation. Perhaps I'd been naive not to notice anything amiss before; perhaps I was just too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings. But the truth is that up until that point, I had genuinely been convinced that all the girls I'd seen were selling their bodies entirely of their own free will. On this occasion, I consoled myself with the thought that I'd paid enough to last Shreya until 2012, and put the doubts out of my head. I made one more trip after that, to see Kushbu, a mesmerically beautiful lady in Koramangala. During our chat, she told me she was 20, from Mumbai, and had been a model. But as she sat on the bed and started to undress, I noticed a glistening in her eye. I didn't know if she was doing this under duress, if she was pining for her modelling days, or if she'd just had a rough day. But one thing was for sure: she really didn't want to be there. This, I realised, was my greatest fear. Not catching a sexually transmitted disease, but meeting a sex worker who didn't want to be a sex worker. I handed over the money. And then, to coin a time-honoured phrase. Made my excuses and left. I never paid for sex again after that. But, however dreadful this may sound, the confidence I'd gained from those experiences stayed with me. I felt ready to face the world again. I took up hobbies. Singing, books, bar nights. And met new people.

I asked more women out on dates. And, this time, a few of them turned up. None of them turned out to be The One, but the signs were encouraging. Last summer, my quest for love took me back to the internet. This time, to an online dating agency. And within a month, I'd met the beautiful, caring, fabulous woman who is now my GirlFriends. A couple of months into the relationship, I told her about my escorting days. Once I'd reassured her that it had all happened a long time ago and would never happen again, she was understanding.

So I told my friends, too. Some were surprised; some were surprised I bothered to mention it. Then came the hardest confession of all: my parents. After spending an hour working out what I was going to say, I called them. They were pleased I'd told them, they said; they'd suspected something was wrong. Many people say that men who use escort girls hate women. That may be true for some; but in my case, I believe those escorts stopped me hating women. I feel gratitude towards those sweet, beautiful girls for the warmth they showed me. Guilt, absolutely, that I helped perpetuate an industry that is unregulated and potentially unsafe. But also gratitude.

I firmly believe that while some sex workers are escorts by choice, thousands of others, like Shreya and Ramya, are not. And the fact is, when you book an escort, you never know which you are going to get. And that's why I'll never again try to re-create the 'GirlFriends experience'.

career in escorting.

not the business of fast money anymore, but still a good personal choice.

there was a time when you could enter the escort business at the web based independent or agency level and make a lot of money. back then we were more of a 'in the know' thing and didn't have to worry about getting busted either. vice cops where focused on street level hookers, drug dealers and those trafficking minors.

times have changed. this recession as they call it, yea right! how about depression, has put a hurting on the sex industry. oh yes, i said the 'sex' word. for those of you who are still in denial, about 90% of escorts are sex workers. is it all about sex? no but don't think for a second some guy is going to pay you just to go to dinner. that is a fantasy often created by those of us who don't want to accept the truth of what we really are. so to further our denial we come up with pretty words like 'escort' and 'social companion'. let me be clear, for those of us at the middle to high end of the business, we are also paid for our time and companionship.

there are many women who are now wanting to become escorts, so much so, the market is getting a bit flooded right now. if you're thinking of doing this because your mortgage or car payment is due next week and you need immediate cash, i hate to tell you but in many cases it's not going to happen. you needed to have begun the day after you were laid off months ago. at the higher end of the business it's all about marketing and what you as a product have to offer. i'll come back to this later.

when priya started working as a private companion / female escort less than a year ago, she had so many misconceptions about the 'world of escorting'. most of what she thought or should i say thought i knew to be true is what society has coined to be true of the world and i like so many people everywhere believed to be true. believed it to be the gospel so to speak.

the images that society paints and the moral standards that are implied is that it's wrong, indecent, humiliating to women, degrading. only the lowest of women would sell themselves etc. etc. etc. not to mention the 'classification' or should i say de-classification of women socially, morally, physically, emotionally and spiritually by society of the ladies that escort.

what is an escort.

a call girl or escort is a sex worker who (unlike a street walker) is not visible to the general public. nor does she usually belong to an institution like a brothel. one must make reservations to see her, usually by calling a telephone number — hence the term 'call girl'. often, escorts advertise their services in small ads in magazines and through the internet, although an intermediary advertiser such as an escort agency when promoting higher class escorts.

there are two different types of escorts:

independents escorts and escorts that work for an escort agency. escort can work either incall, where the client comes to them, or outcall, where they come to the client. escorts are commonly perceived to be elite amongst sexworkers, far more skilled, able to pick and choose amongst their potential clients and therefore demand higher prices for their services, and are more attractive, educated, well-groomed and youthful than street level. an escort service will not take on any woman who is unattractive, has a visible drug problem (such as needle marks from injecting drugs) , or who presents an overly negative personality. also, many escort agencies do criminal background checks on applicants to weed out those that have been arrested for street prostitution or other types of crimes.

that's a problem! why?

for many reasons.

doing this only devalues the product / service that you are offering and what is the service you are offering. you! that's right. you are selling yourself (excuse the pun) short. and what? afterwords. you are going to demand your value back? yea right! what client is going to pay more when he / she has had it at it's cheapest value? you can forget ever going back to your customary pricing or standards by which you had hoped you built for yourself.

the clients you are attracting are going to change. if you preferred a better standard of client that respected you and took you and your 'business' seriously those days will be over. the clients you attract now will be expecting more for less and if you dropped your prices once what's to stop you from going even lower. they know you are desperate now.

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this business has all kind of stories and views. some are positive however most are negative. personally i think it has more to do with the people than the business. the agency i work for has a very positive, supportive, structured environment and i've never felt safer and more respected. it's funny when i tell other women that they automatically assume it's a women run agency and it's not, it run by a man and is my close friend mr. sanjay.

let's get something straight, women run agencies can be just as sleazy, negative and unsafe as any other. if you're going to do this, whatever you do, don't buy into the myth of sisterhood in this business. men are simple, predictable, direct and honest about what they want. women, we back stab while calling you 'girlfriends' and giving you a hug. just ask any one who's spent four years living in a sorority house.

if you're going to work with an agency man run or woman run one of the issues that will come up is should i 'audition' or not 'audition'?

what's an audition?

it's a test drive more commonly known as screwing the boss to show her or him what you can do.

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what comes to mind when you think of an escort agency owner? do you picture the kurta wallah in a mauriti omni gold chain wearing man hanging out on the corner directing the tricks? or do you picture what you saw in some movie or documentary? there was actually a documentary on cable running a few months ago that followed and chronicled the daily lives of several 'pimps', well they referred to themselves as agency owners.

again, so not! the style or social class i am working in or for. this documentary showed the lifestyle of streetwalkers and how they make money for the pimp they work for, the man sends them out to the street corners with their instructions for the evening.

ok, i know i come from a different world but this is really sad that this is going on out there. now after watching that, i understand the purpose and the 'why' behind the amazing man that i have grown to admire and respect over the past year.

every girl has different circumstances for wanting to come into escorting, yes we all love sex, however most of the time being honest we need the money and we marry to things that work together well. however when becoming an escort you have to look around you and see who could be hurt by your activities. yes it is 2011 but some people do manage to live in the dark ages and don't condone escorting, as when you become an escort you are a wanton person, a relationship / marriage wrecker etc. etc.

first of all are you in a relationship, if you are you have to consider your partner and believe me your relationship will be seriously put to the test from all angles and really you have to consider his feelings on this. (i would suggest complete honesty on this one; however, at the end of the day it is your decision as to the implications on that one).

i work separately and brings home less than inr 20, 000 / from a 4 hour engagement. weekend engagements earn inr 30, 000. there are 3 reasons i am able to command the price i do.

1) i am educated and well read. pick a topic and we will engage you in an interesting, entertaining discussion. i know the world and people. i see that the world is a very screwed up place populated by very frustrated people who experience little real joy and often have nobody to talk to. i just talk to them. no cliche, no pretentiousness, just honesty. for that they like me. like me a lot. once the heart is warm the libido is open to ultimate satisfaction. if you can't make the client feel warm and fuzzy you're doomed to street walking.

2) i am the best f*cks most people will ever have. because i took the time to study the arts of arousal, stimulation, maintenance of the high and multiple orgasm. people are not born with that talent and 99. 99% never learn it. yet we all yearn for more than our partners.

3) we do anything the client wants except eat [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord113][CodeWord113][/url] and receive severe pain. usually, we end up doing what we want and the client simply goes along with it and asks for more of the same.

we were not always prostitutes. if i had been abused i don't think i could be the professionals i am. i decided to go into the business after realised that i am the best and what ever experienced and that others might be willing to pay dearly to experience what we studied hard to learn.

please do feel free to contact me and will be glad to guide you to be a succesfull escort and do please include your private number and the convenient time to call you.

RETIREMENT AND SEX WORKERS. AUNTY SEX.

Seasoned Gals.

What happens when prostitutes grow older? Well, in some cases, they get wiser. These veteran hookers say they're still in the game, and what's more, their clientele is still young.

TODAY, Revathyis in excruciating pain. As she sits awkwardly back onto the sofa, covered in an elaborate, faded brown rug, the tall, sinuous-looking woman takes a deep and noticeable breath. The pinched nerve, shooting spasms of pain along the span of her back, is an irksome inconvenience-she has already had to reschedule a client.

At first glance, Revathy appears somewhat androgynous. A dramatic-looking lady in her Saree, she looks like either an incredibly handsome woman or an ingeniously talented drag queen. Her ample chest, tucked into a maroon Blouse, seems at odds with straight hips and a sensuous voice as gruff as gravel being dragged through mud.

At 39 years old, Revathy has seen it all. Her face lends several clues. Wrinkles gather around a generous mouth used to chain-smoking, insults, begging for dope,

Revathy is still a working girl, a working woman, a semi-retired street prostitute who pulls tricks, a professional who, quite frankly, enjoys her job. She started out in her "10s. 11s. 12s" and, some four decades later, she's as much on her game as any woman who has built a skill set over a lifetime. What's more, her expertise attracts young men, clients who are looking for a mature professional who's well-schooled and well-trained.

"In Mumbai, I got INR 20, 000 / one night. That was cool," she says casually. Revathy took the city of Mumbai to court last year after the police wrongfully strip-searched her. She won and took a vacation on the settlement."He was in his 30s and real cute. We put on a couple of videos, lay on the bed and massaged each other, had sex and that was it. It was real nice."

In Bangalore, Revathy came across several brothels specifically for older prostitutes."I met a 70-year-old hooker when I was in Bangalore," she says, her voice lowering in admiration."She was fine, you know. 70 years old. Not bad." At 39, Revathy doesn't exactly shirk the age thing-she knows she's slowing down-but, not one to cater to expectations, she simply sees aging as better business." (Older prostitutes) can talk, we can get a conversation going and we're willing to spend the time," she says."Some guys want mature women who aren't going to rip them off. So there's an advantage both ways."

Please Mr. Please.

IN Nandhni's DAY, there were five times as many prostitutes in Mumbai as there are today. During that early 2001, prostitutes were proficient teachers providing sexual initiation for young boys, who filled the local brothels on half days and holidays. A great way, it could be said, to spend a kid's lunch money.

Coming from Mumbai, a place where the sexy older woman historically exists, Nandhini, a somewhat gamine. 52-year-old prostitute, has that dry English with that lends an intellectual twist to her musings. Becoming a prostitute at 22, Nandhini saw her career change as a political move. When she picks up the telephone, a harsh, morning voice, deepened by nicotine, greets me, requesting me to phone her back-on my dime.

"I think what age gives you, regardless of what you do, is grounding wisdom and acceptance of human foibles," she says."I don't think age is a disability. Of course, I wish I looked 20 years younger, but I've gained other things." Those "other things," professionally speaking, as Nadhini touts them in her online ad on caigslist. Com, are giving "joy, integrity and compassion" to her clients. Or, as Nandhini puts it in person,"being older, sexier and very, very good."

And Nandhini heartily admits to having lots of practice. Her initial training came during the 1990s, a time when the maxim "Nice girls don't" was replaced by the liberating mantra "Yes they do, and they like it, too." "The first quality of a good working girl is [determining], 'Were you a good ****? '"Nadhini says. Having hit 15 with a great pair of legs, just as the pill and the Chudhidhar into popular use, her answer is apparent."Yes! And I was damned good at it!"

Nandhini's ad, which caught the attention of many client's, Nandhini says."Men really want to be good lovers, but in a relationship, everything is so loaded. It's like, you'll get pussy, but then you have to spend the day with the mother-in-law. This offered men a chance to learn." A healthy contingent of young men eagerly responded to Nandhini's ad.

Nadhini admits she is always pleasantly surprised that younger men find her sexually attractive. And her time with them makes her appreciate what an older woman can give: experience."Men think they're supposed to like young, blond and bouncing," she says."I hear from younger guys, who are almost ashamed, that say they don't know why but they've always found older women attractive." Nandhini begins to laugh slyly."I tell them that mean you're very smart."

While declining the services of a 50-year-old prostitute donning a Mami's outfit, as "it wasn't [his] scene," he has slept with one whose age hovers around 40."I'd be just as happy with an older one. Older prostitutes are comfortable with their career. You don't get the feeling you're abusing them," he says. And generally, he finds less-attractive prostitutes tend to be more skilled in technique."The less attractive, usually the more attentive," he says. Not that age necessitates lack of beauty, but in prostitution, looks are not what's for sale. Sex is.

Paradoxically, within the parallel industry of S&M, age is actually a bonus. Malini a 27-year-old professional dominatrix, has found her clientele increasing as she heads toward 30."Some of the most successful women in BANGALORE are mature women whose expertise is appreciated and sought after by clients," she says. Malini will lie about her age because the experience is amplified by the appearance of authority. And authority equates with age."It's interesting, in this society that disempowers women who are 'too old' to be sexual, that I would find myself presenting myself as older," she says.

Malini is a graduate student, puts a decidedly academic spin on sex work and how older prostitutes challenge society's perception of it. She explains that in India, we tend to assign younger women victim status, assuming that they are too young to make their own decisions-especially when it comes to engaging in prostitution. However, when we see an older woman doing this work, it's more subversive."Everything we are told about sex work-that it's demeaning to women and always forced-is contradicted by a woman in her 40s or 50s," Malini says."At that age, she's supposed to be professional and make the right choice."

AS A SOCIETY, we now stand at a time when the course of our lives has gone beyond marrying and reproducing, straight to death."We have to stop equating aging with dying," says Mrs. Sowmya, sees old age as an outstanding phenomenon populated by pioneers with no social script."What we've done in the last 100 years is create a new life stage. We've added 30 years life expectancy in a century," she says."Our culture created old age-in terms of the species, this is brand new."

As far as older women are concerned, Mrs. Sowmya discovered that women find aging liberating."They don't worry so much about turning heads, or is their makeup just right," she says. While the initial transition into losing one's looks is difficult,"old women don't give a hoot. Once, it's gone, forget about it," she says."But women do stay sexually active."

Seeing women pursuing sex into old age challenges the traditional vision that consigns women to Biryani Cooking grandmas. It's a vision that counters the reality of many older women, including that of a local lady who remains nameless, is in her early 50s and who typically dates younger men. Describing herself as "still attractive enough to be intriguing," she says her younger lovers prize her for having the kind of sensuality that comes with wisdom and experience."They expect an older woman to know what she wants; she doesn't have the same fears as a younger woman about acceptance," she says.

Mrs. Sowmya recently posted a personal ad seeking a younger lover and the responses just tumbled in."I've always fantasized about being with an older woman-ever since I was barely old enough to have dirty thoughts," reads one response."To this day, my greatest fantasy remains unfulfilled."

Nandhini finds younger men, too, are stretching their roles."Young men in their 20s are much looser, they're less concerned with macho considerations," she says."There's much less front and they're open to the idea of learning-this isn't seen as a failure."

WHILE LONG GONE are the days when brothels were as tolerated as cafes and men said that "nature moved them to go to sport," older prostitutes, it seems, are still initiating the young. If anything, Malini's recent experience while shopping underlines the point, Malini across a rack of T-shirts in the GAP, had a conversation with a mother, who had her teenage daughter in tow. The mother, half-joking, said she had a couple of young boys and would love to send them to Malini when they were older."I thought, 'She's got it, there's no shame here, '" Maini says. The two women laughed because such a gesture would cost the mother custody of her children and Malini her freedom, but the sentiment was real.

"I think it's becoming the new fashion," Malini says, exhaling on her cigarette.

Indian Lesbian Confessions.

I used to read many stories and mastrubate on my own, I am going to narrate a story which happens in my real life one week before. My brother is working in MNC Chennai we are staying in Chennai my brother need to go US official last week so he went, I am working in am BPO as Team Manager so I used to go night shift and used to sleep in morning.

This incident happened two days before, in my home my father mother, my brother, Anni and me My Anni is very fair, face looks like Kajol actress. 36, 28, 36 house wife and she is just 23 age and slim, my self 28 and medium slim, my father and mother went to native place for a week so we both are alone in home. Once I came from night shift my anni used to give me horlicks and used to freshup I taken bath and drink it and will goto sleep then she will wake me up to have tiffen.

There is not water flow in my brother's bedroom so she is not able to take bath, she tried to wake me I was in half sleep she asked me whether water is comming in my bath room I said yes in half sleep and slept she went to take bath in my bathroom, once she finished her bath she came out in towel its really a nice smell hence I am in half sleep I can still remember her hamam soap smell which wakes me up,

I saw in half eye that she went to her room in towel I am gone seeing her in towel hence its my weekend off that evening I am in home only my self and my anni in home she have the habit of taking bath in night before sleep even I have the same habit I taken bath and slept she said shall I use my bathroom I said no need ask any permission anni use it, once again she came in a towel with like a fresh baby.

I act like I am in sleep she started wiping herself in my room itself thinking I am slept, I am watching her acting like sleeping, suddenly her towel felt down accidentally I can see her full back like a flash and half breast she turned to catch her towel she saw me I am wake she is stunned even I don't know what to do she went to her room taking her towel.

Next day morning is also my off its Sunday she is not able to see my eyes she gave me horlicks I drank she has not taken bath I said Anni I am sorry for yesterday I don't know you are there thats why I saw you, she said its k, I said anni even I like you so much she tries to went out I cought her hand and hugged her she restricted and turned I huged her from behind she said aravind its wrong please leave me I am your brother wife if he came to know it will be big problem, I said anni please I like you lot you are my angel today is a nice chance anni please allow me lets enjoy, she shouted at me and tries to pull me to bed I pulled her along with me and felt on bed she tried to get up from bed I rolled and came on top of her,

Hence no one is in home all rooms are closed I droped her down in bed and started to kiss her neck (neck is a powerful area af all female) she is restricting me pushing me away but I am strong to have her below me she said aravind its not fair I am your Anni please leave me I said I love you Anni and start removing her saree, she is shuting but not louder telling please don't make me to shout neighbors will come please leave me.

I said I need you anni and started kissing her lips she closed her lip and not opened I allowed my tounge to lick her lip she is turning her face left and right at the same time I started pumping her with her saree and started pressing her breast she is loosing control then she understand that I am not going to leave her she shouted k aravind listen to me I stoped but I am in top of her she said I will allow you but you should not enter in to me and not now first fresh up then we will have I thought its better then I hugged Anni and said I love you she said why aravind you have this much lust on me I said from the day I saw you I started thinking you and masturbating she said I will allow you but please maintain secret I said I am sure.

Then I taken bath she went to take bath and came in towel she know I will get her now she came out of bathroom I grabbed her and droped in bed and started kissing her neck she closed her eyes and said aravind we are doing wrong its a sin please don't do I said anni I love you a lot saying that I removed her towel she is not wearing any thing inside towel I started fondling her breast and kissing her lips first she closed her lips later she started responding I am only in shorts she also started to hug me and pnching me with nail I understand she is in full mood I removed her towel completely she is in full nude now wow how beaty she is she looks like angel I started kissing her breast and sucking it like mangoes.

She is out of control allow me to enjoy her full breast by raising her breast I sucked bot mellons like anything she is pressing my head hard in her breast I went some what down and kissed her thopple and then went down to pussy area she is having a pubic hair I inserted my mouth and started to suck she is raising her butt to show have her complete pussy.

I inserted my tongue and liked it she is moaning ahhhhhh iss ahh aravind ohhhh make lot of moaning noice I removed my shorts and my cock came out she immediately got up and said aravind please don't you enjoy me with out entering in to me I know I can seduce her I said k and felt over her we both are stark nude I am rolling her in bed she also started kissing me we had a long lip to lip kiss very passionate kiss then I inserted my finger in to her love hole and started finger fucking she is out of control.

I saw she closed her eyes and enjoying I stopped she is still closing her eyes I inserted my cock in to her she suddenly opened her eveys and said aravind please don't it's a sin I said Anni what we did till now is also a sin don't worry. I gave a thrust my cock went in she is telling I am your anni the like mother I said I love you Anni and started jerking.

She is moaning aravind please remove it please I never cared I started doing fast she is also started responding for my jerk she is raising her hip up when ever I gave her a jerk I started doing very fast to and fro room full of chap chap chap chap sound she is hugging me very tight she came after 20min. Of hard work she said please don't leave inside me I am out of control with in few jerks I also came inside her she hugged me very tight we sept like that nude for one hour.

Then she waked up and we both seperated she started she did a sin to my brother I said its ok if any thing is with four wall its not a sin I hugged her she also hugged me then we both went for anouther three rounds that day and also continued in night then we are having regular sex till today.

sex life money escorting and family.

what is the life of a high-priced call girl really like? what sort of man is a typical client? how much does she make?

gayathri a native of ooty in tamil nadu, was a 24-year-old aspiring actress in 2004 when she started working in kolly wood, and she to day working as

q: why did you become an escort?

a: i was struggling, a starving actress, living in ooty, trying to succeed. the option was presented to me. i weighed the pros and the cons. i decided to try it once to see if it was something i could handle. it was,

q: how much did you make?

a: an escort makes as much money as she can possibly make for herself. the average escort in bangalore city could estimate makes between inr 10, 000. 00 / an hour. it can be a great living for a certain amount of time. you have to be in escorting with a good agency where the split ratio is much lesser than other agenct and the relaibility and confidatiality factor is better with these people, make your money and get out. the most money i personally ever made as an escort was either inr 20, 000. 00 / an hour with a two-hour minimum, or inr 75, 000 for one weekend.

q: was it a good weekend?

a: oh, my gosh, it was amazing. we went to megha malai near thekakdy in tamil nadu it was amazing. it was unbelievable. it was a fairy tale.

q: how much does the service make?

a: my agency organizes the appointments, which is either over the telephone or the internet — then it's split 20-80 between the girl and the agency.

q: what did you carry in your purse?

a: i used to have this recurring nightmare where i'the be walking into this gorgeous hotel like the taj, and all of a sudden i would slip and fall in my four-inch heels, go tumbling across the carpet, and with me would go the contents of my purse, which were as follows: 1000 / rupee notes, condoms, lube, and then makeup, cell phone and all the other girl things. it was that moment of mortification of my life being exposed for the world to see, because a girl's life is in her purse.

q: you don't carry pistol or knife?

a: absolutely not. i always lived in bangalore, and bangalore is one of the safest places in the world to be. there are so many people around, you couldn't feel safer. it's when you get into quiet, little neighborhoods like koramanagala or slums in ulsoor or majestic when everything gets spooky.

q: did you ever feel threatened on a 'date'?

a: no.

q: how much did you spend on clothes?

a: i spent a lot of money on clothes, a lot. bangalore is a shopper's dream, and i had unlimited funds for a long period of time. i bought tons of jeans and designer dresses. i bought everything i ever wanted to buy. it was great.

q: was there anything you wouldn't do?

a: i'm not comfortable answering that, partly because my mom's going to read this. but there were definitely boundaries.

q: what would readers be surprised to learn about the business?

a: i don't know if people are wanting to find sympathy in the client, but what was surprising to me was that most clients, most men, were really looking for companionship they were looking to connect with somebody and were looking for more than just a one-hour engagement.

q: who was your typical client?

a: the average client that i met in bangalore was 25-45, well-dressed, well-groomed, very well-mannered, well-educated — a lot of times from mumbai, lawyers, ceos, businessmen, fund managers. about half of them were single, about half of them were married.

the single guys were guys who were super-ambitious, tons of testosterone, very alpha-male types who work really, really hard and don't necessarily have the free time to go out on dates.

a lot of the married guys, one of the things i used to believe at the time was that i was actually doing a service for these guys, because rather than having an affair with their secretary and potentially ruining their lives, they would come see me, satisfy their needs physically and some of the companionship they wanted — going on a date, having fun, relaxing — and being able to sustain their marriage. apparently that's what some people need.

q: did you think you were doing anything wrong?

a: i didn't feel like i was doing anything evil. but you have to look at what are laws for? are they to dictate what's right and what's wrong, or what is safe and what is not safe? should laws be the moral compass for society? i do know that i didn't feel like what i was doing was evil or malicious in any way.

q: did you ever have unprotected sex?

a: no. some may do, but i never did.

q: what does your mom think?

a: my mother loves me. i'm her child. but we've had a lot of obstacles to overcome. it's been a priority for us. we're getting there, and she and i have a very close relationship and a very healthy relationship. she was there for me when nobody else was. she was there for me i don't know where i'the be without her. i feel so much compassion and empathy for girls who don't have the support structures that i did.

q: is it hard for a call girl to have a social life?

a: i always had my circle of friends, and they pretty much stayed constant throughout. there were some of them with whom i could share the details of my life. there were some that i couldn't because we didn't have that element of friendship where we had unconditional love and nonjudgment. it was difficult because within the lifestyle, you're pretty much always on call, so i couldn't make commitments. i couldn't make long-term plans because i might be called by the agency to meet with a client at any time. that's something i don't miss.

q: that must be hard to explain to a date.

a: yeah, it is.

q: did a client ever fall for you or vice versa?

a: yeah, and it definitely went both ways. there was a certain element to my experience in the industry, where for some reason i chose not to separate myself emotionally or put up walls between myself and my experiences with my clients. i'm a hopeless romantic. i fall in love every day. yeah, i definitely fell in love. i didn't hold back from finding things about my clients that were really attractive and really endearing to me. as a result, i definitely developed feelings for them. but at the same time, you get over it, i guess.

q: what do you think of the movie 'pretty woman'?

a: i love that movie! 'pretty woman' is almost a little bit scary, because i remember watching that movie when i was a child. it's the world's best fairy tale. everybody wants to be swept off their feet by richard gere or someone like him and rescued from escorting or wherever she was. it's the cinderella story revisited.

q: is the movie realistic?

a: it actually happens. there was a girl i knew who worked for my agency who had a booking with a client, went on a date. they fell in love, and he whisked her off to hydrabad. they have a house in hydrabad, a house in bangalore and a house in chennai, and they're getting married.

isn't that great?

q: are people judgmental about what you did for a living?

a: that's something i've had to deal with and come to terms with in my life. it lasted for one year of my life, although it had more long-lasting repercussions. it is a challenge to find the people around me who are willing to know me and love me for who i am and not adhere to what society says is right and wrong.

it does let you know the people who are really true people. it's such a blessing. it really is beautiful. it's a bonus. some people go through their lives and never know who loves me for what i am. i know right away. either you get it or you don't. it's a deal-breaker.

q: what's the biggest misconception about the business?

a: i don't want to make it seem more glamorous than it is. i don't want to candy-coat it, because there certainly is a dark side to the escort / call-girl industry that exists and destroys people's lives. the common misconception is that that's all it is – that's it's all glamorous or it's all dirty, and it's all of the above. it's a well-rounded industry.

q: are clients expected to tip?

a: i never, ever demanded tips. i never encouraged or asked for tips. when you get to that price, it's kind of ridiculous to ask for more. when you're dealing with the lower end of the price spectrum, at that point, i think it is the norm, and i think it is good manners to tip a girl.

q: any regrets?

a: i wish i'the have had the wisdom that i have now when i was making the choices i was making then. i definitely would have done some things differently than i did then, because i experienced the consequences. but i still stand by my choices. i understand why i made them, i understand how i made them, i learned from them, and it's all good.

To my old clients.

A final farewell. Maybe I'm seeking closure tonight.

To most of the clients, the one time dates and the repeat customers who bought me without ever acknowledging who I might really be- or how what I was doing was affecting me, I can say that I truly resent you. I resent myself more, but you played your role too. Maybe you were fooled by the smiles. Maybe you were just too caught up in your need to realize the effect you would have. But you did have an effect on me. I can't remember your faces, or our encounters- but I remember the feelings I had, and they suck.

To the ones who cared, I am torn between hating you for still buying my body, and being thankful to you for being nice to me. For seeing me regularly so I did not have to meet with so many strangers. For asking me how I was doing, why was I in this business, and when would I stop. You still bought me, and used me for your gratification, but you offered a smidge of kindness at a time when I craved any bit I could get, and so I guess I do have to be thankful for that. Thank you to the ones who tried to convince me to stop, to leave my boyfriend who was pushing me to escort, or to at least plan financially so I could stop soon.

I didn't have any family by that point. I didn't have any friends, so I am ashamed to say that sometimes I looked forward to our visits. Not because I wanted to touch you. I didn't. But I needed human interaction, attention, conversation. I needed to get away from the boyfriend you all glared at sitting in your driveway. You were right. No one who really cared about me wouldve let me do that, they wouldn't have been able to sit outside knowing. I didn't believe you at the time. I thought you were just trying to date me. But you were all older than me, and in better places, and I'm sure you could see it better than I could.

I wasn't really there during our meetings- and I know I faked it really well. But I couldn't tell you apart. I just wanted you to feel comfortable with me, and for you to think I was happy. I don't know why I owed you that protection from my real feelings. Maybe I didn't want the pity. I was still trying to convince myslelf I was okay, and to be honest I was so wrapped up in my own world that I would never have really let any of you in.

And so thats it. To those of you who thought they knew a piece of the real me- you didn't. I lied. I lied about family, kids, ages, jobs. I told you what you needed to hear. To those who traveled from far away multiple times a month, I didn't think about you until I knocked at your door. It is just now that I am realizing you may have planned and looked forward to our visits. Sorry.

I was scared and lonely, and very very hurt. Thats who I was. I wanted to go home and curl up and watch tv. I wanted to get married and have babies with someone who loved me. I wanted, desperately, to be loved. I hated escorting, and if you had offered me a regular job for you instead of sex, you would have seen a real smile from me.

Shreya Reddy In Marthalli

Incall VS Outcall.

This is a tricky questions, but people keep asking me which is better, so here goes.

I'll just list a few basis pros and cons of each- you decide what would be best for you.

Incalls- Some say these are safer. You are in your own surroundings, there are no hidden dangers. You can hide protection where you need it. You can screen people upon arrival and decide whether or not to let them in. You can relax between appointments.

Never never do incalls from where you are staying. I don't care how long you have known a client or how much you trust them, any relationship can go bad, and this is not one you would want to have knowing where you live, just don't do it.

If you do get an apartment, go big. Go for where there is already alot of foot traffic so it won't be as noticeable. Try to avoid places that have a lot of kids, just because.

The downside is if you get ONE LOSER to visit, as I did, you will have to move.

Hotels- A better bet, but you need to continually move. I have seen girls get comfortable at an extended stay type of thing and get busted. Also, go for the big indoor hotels, not the small ones with individual doors outside. People will notice the foot traffic.

Incalls- Never tell them the exact location until you can see them and get a vibe. Direct them to the parking lot, or street. Don't just give an address and apt number, or hotel and room number.

OUTCALLS-

Outcalls are easier because you go to them, but dangerous because you never know what you are walking into. There could be someone else in the house (happened to me many times) , weapons hidden, you get what I'm saying. Hotels are at least safer than a private residence because, to be blunt, there will be someone to hear you scream. Of course with hotels, you are noticed. There were doormen at several of the 5 star hotels that would smile each time I arrived, sometimes more than once on the same night. They notice.

Doing outcalls, hopefully you always go far enough away from where you live- you have to find something to do during the downtime. This is while working for an agency, when you are on call for the night and waiting for the next appointment. This will suck after awhile.

I preferred incall while I was working, just because I had other girls there, and a bodyguard in the next room. It was alot more fun during the downtime than sitting in a parking lot all dressed up with nowhere to go in the middle of the night. The outcalls were fun in a way because it was adventurous. It sucked because I was always afraid but never showed it of course.

You have to decide what works best for you, just stay safe. Take the steps to protect yourself at all times.

Satyriasis And Nymphomaniacs.

1. No Boys Allowed.

Did you know that the term nymphomania only applies to females? The male counterpart is called satyriasis. Both words are inspired by Greek mythology: nymphs are 'minor deities represented as beautiful maidens' and satyrs are 'woodland creature[s] depicted as having the pointed ears, legs, and short horns of a goat and a fondness for unrestrained revelry. ' I guess that's where the term 'horny' comes from?

Why are we all familiar with the term 'nympho' and not 'satyro'? Is it because a woman who is unable to control her sexual desires is more exciting or more newsworthy than a man with the same problem? More likely, it's because a willingness to engage in constant sexual activity is considered normal when it comes to men. In fact, historically, the female problem of nymphomania has been taken much more seriously than the male counterpart. Treatments have included 'cold baths, bromide sedatives, cauterization and, yes, clitoridectomy'

2. Too Much Of A Good Thing?

The book 'Nymphomania, A History' describes how doctors feared that 'eating rich food, consuming too much chocolate, dwelling on impure thoughts, reading novels, or performing 'secret pollutions' (masturbating). Overstimulated women's delicate nerve fibers and led to nymphomania. ' They were so worried about these delicate nerve fibers that 'one critic even feared that the use of the speculum itself might so excite a woman's passions that it could cause nymphomania'!

3. It's All In Her Head.

The same book quoted above also states that Phrenologists of the same time period thought 'an enlarged cerebellum. Indicated inordinate sexual appetite. ' A visit to phrenology. Org confirms that there are still people who believe in this study of head shapes. Phrenologists believe that 'the faculty concerned with physical love and sexual attraction [is] on the lower back of the head, behind the ears. ' The bigger your cerebellum, the bigger the back of your head- meaning you literally has too much sex in the brain. In contrast, The Encyclopedia of Psychology states that 'scientists now recognize that the shape of the skull does not relate to the shape of the brain. '

If you're a nymphomaniac you can decide for yourself: is that bump on the back of your head from your enlarged cerebellum or from repeated knocks against headboards, car interiors, and airplane bathroom walls?

4. Yesterday's Nymphomaniacs Are Today's Sex Addicts.

The term 'nymphomaniac' or 'nympho' is no longer recognized in the medical world. According to health. Discovery. Com 'the term. Is not scientifically meaningful simply because there are no specific criteria that would define a nymphomaniac. In other words, there isn't a way to determine how much sexual desire or activity is too much. ' Instead, a person whose sex drive is obsessively high is called 'hypersexual. ' Other words used are 'sexual addiction' and 'compulsivity. '

No longer used by medical professionals, the term nymphomaniac is still in use in our vocabulary. Urbandictionary. Com defines a nymphomaniac as 'a horny girl. Not to be confused with **** or skank where one's sexual dignity is pathetically low, nymphomania is simply related to an abnormally high sex drive. '

Abnormal is the key word here. Research has shown that only 'about 8% of the total population of men and 3% of women are sexually addicted [nymphomaniacs]' (allpscyh. Com).

5. Nymphos Are Sick.

In the past, both doctors and the patients who sought medical help believed that strong sexual desire in a woman was a symptom of disease. Self-control and moderation were central to the health of both men and women, but women's presumably milder sexual appetite meant that any signs of excess might signal that she was dangerously close to the edge of sexual madness. '

Headlines still support this belief that one false step will send a 'normal' woman spiraling into an over-sexed state.

In recent case, a nymphomaniac became the victim of her doctor's inappropriate bedside manner; he lost his license when he started paying house calls to his nymphomaniac patient. ('Indian-origin doc gets deregistered for having sex with 'nymphomaniac' patient',

6. Nymphomaniacs Are Not Great GirlFriendss.

A nymphomaniac GirlFriends might only be great material for a movie, a letter to Playboy, or a fantasy. Real life isn't as fantastic: at worst they have a serious medical condition; at best they are exhausting.

'Get what you can out of your relationship with a nymphomaniac woman – and be prepared to cut your losses in a hurry, and move on. Sleep with her quickly, and then vanish into thin air as if you were never there to begin with. '

What lovely advice! I'm sure all of you single ladies out there want this gentleman's phone number.

7. Nymphomania Is a Sin.

Nymphomania is not condoned. 'Then when lust has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and when sin is accomplished, it bring forth death' provides straightforward advice for 'men and women of all walks of life who struggle with addictions to pornography, masturbation, cybersex, and similar sexual practices. ' There are also sites specifically for women.

'There's the idea of a negative path to God. Instead of doing good, you do really bad. And arguably sin is a better path because you learn more deeply what it is you're dealing with. They say the worst sinners make the greatest saints.

8. Nymphomania Is Not A Sin.

'The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform'– And some see nymphomania as a route to redemption or a celebration of marriage. 'To teach married women to walk in sexual freedom with their husbands. '

'There is not really any 'good' and 'bad' there are just actions that bring us greater happiness and those that bring us greater pain, ' Addiction, including sexual addiction (for our purposes, nymphomania) is 'seen as an overactive desire sense, that has gone way beyond normal.

9. Its Not All Fun and Games.

While the idea of nymphomania has its obvious attractions, it can actually be very dangerous (and expensive). Also, while celebrity sex addicts make headlines and it all seems very exciting, I think it's important to note that '60% of sexual addicts were abused by someone in their childhood. '

Here are some negative consequences of sexually compulsive behavior:

Exposure to sexually transmitted diseases.

Debt.

Legal problems.

Damaged relationships (marriage, friends, family)

Interference with your work and social life.

Loss of reputation.

Vulnerability to anxiety and depression.

10. Nymphomaniacs Don't Even Enjoy Sex?

'I need sex for a clear complexion, but I'the rather do it for love. '

Think about it, if you are compelled to do something frequently, do you enjoy it? I mean, I love eating chocolate as a treat, but if that's all I did all day long I think I'the get bored of the flavor pretty fast! So what if you can't stop eating chocolate, even though you know you're hurting loved ones, your career, spending all your money, and possibly even sending yourself straight to hell?

'For many addicts, becomes a way to numb out painful feelings, kill time or stop feeling lonely, 'When Sex Becomes An Addiction.

it's a lonely road.

being an escort is a very lonely way to live.

surronded by men, but none who really knows you. no one who really cares about you.

escorts lose their family and friends. we either shock them into leaving us if they find out, or we get caught up in our world of secrets and lies that we slowly block people out, until we realize we are alone. maybe not physically, but alone.

we can't tell anyone what we do for work. we can't talk about our day, our clients. we can't share the funny or scarey stories with anyone. we can't sit down with our families and talk about how this all makes us feel.

we end up isolated, and there may be people around us, but it is different now because we can't open ourselves up to them anymore. we can't be ourselves, because we are doing something that no one wants to talk about. we can't be ourselves with our clients either. we have to perform a job, and that job is to be sweet and sexy and completely focused on him. noone wants an angry escort, or one crying because her boyfriend beat her up.

even after leaving the business, they are our secrets to keep. our memories, our stories, that we can't share with people we care about.

its loneliness. it makes you guarded, and cautious. normal conversations, normal get togethers, become tricky. lying gets hard, and always having to hide the truth is harder.

i get so many emails from those who have worked, just to tell me a story, just to get something off their chest and feel the relief of having been able to talk to someone. i love that they can write to me. and it breaks my heart because i know how hard it is to live that way.

of course the main difference is the money.

"regular" work means knowing that you will work everyday, all day, for less than what you would make in a few hours escorting. theres just no getting around it. high end escorts earn more than lawyers, doctors, and most middle class.

it takes alot of strength to leave escorting because of the financial reasons.

alot.

i still struggle with it.

why? its not greed, it's because i know i can pull off escorting, and i choose not to, and in doing so, i will continue to be in debt, my children will not have a college fund, its not that i want to retire by age 35, its that i want the stability and security that came from making huge amounts of money. i want my children to have what they would have if their fathers helped me. and that is not an option working a regular job.

yes i know it is the right thing to do. does it make it any easier to know that? hell no.

the other issue is one that many working girls have related to me via email. we seem to give off some vibe. maybe it's in our heads, but i don't think it is. there is a tension with the other women. is it jealousy? is it that we know we are hiding something and therefore seem guarded / bitchy to the normal women? i don't know.

then there are the guys.

the guys gawking over you, always staring- like we give off some sex vibe without knowing it. is it the guilt? is it knowing how much we could be charging them and they sense the possibility? again, i don't know what it is, but we as a group feel awkward going back into normal lines of work.

maybe it is the aftermath of the job. the guilt, the secrecy, the shame. we have such a wall up that it wouldn't be possible to be ourselves with our co-workers.

"what did you do before coming here?" ummmm i sold myself.

"why do you want to work here" i really don't, but its the right thing to do.

"what skills do you think you would bring to this job" you don't want me to answer that. .

and then there is the time. i was so used to doing whatever i wanted all day. i worked when i wanted, and had so much free time. now my days are accounted for. scheduled. wake up- get there on time, work until dark, pick up the kids, try to make dinner and say hi to them before bed, clean the house, throw in some laundry, pay some bills. i feel like a robot, just doing what i need to do day after day with no joy. i guess this is what real life is like, but after escorting, it's really hard to adjust to.

there is always the thought in the back of my head that i should just quit, i can go out once a week and earn the same amount. i miss the time i had with my kids. i miss being outside in the sun. i miss thet v. i miss the days. i feel like i was a better mother as an escort- how crazy is that?

but i wasn't. i always had to hide, and lie. and now i can be honest, and proud of what i do. i don't have to like it, i just have to do it. kinda like escorting, but without all of the dangers of being out there.

is it worth it? yes, it is. it is hard and some days i want to quit, but it is worth it. i am safe, and i only have sex with the person i love, and only when i want to. ill know i'll never be like the other women at the office, but maybe someday i won't feel so alien around them.

porn.

porn porn porn.

it's everywhere, its a huge business. and i never really thought about it until i stopped escorting.

i never minded porn, if my boyfriend wanted to watch it, okay. i never liked the hard core stuff, but the regular movies could be a turn on.

then i became an escort. and sex became a job. and then i could no longer imagine that the people in the porn industry enjoyed their jobs. i couldn't pretend the people on the screen cared about each other.

i've also began to ruin porn for my current boyfriend, so i have to make myself stop talking when he watches it, because there is something still cute about his innocence, his getting turned on by watching it. and i don't want to ruin that for him.

watching porn does nothing for me now. if anything, it pisses me off.

now i notice the woman's faces. i used to say to my boyfriend, look at her face, she is not enjoying that- it is fake. or. look, she is in pain, look at her face. maybe that's the problem, guys don't really look at the women's faces. having been there, i can see it. the empty looks at the camera. the painful winces that flash by. the slight look of resentment towards the men, towards each other.

porn sucks once you have been bought.

it opens your eyes to things most people don't see, or choose to ignore.

i know why the women are there. they need the money, and now it is out there to be regretted and for the world to see. i can't stand the movies that don't use protection. it is so unsafe, and just so disrespectful to the women. the facial scenes make me extra sick. i feel so bad for those women. so many different people, so many risks involved.

the fake noises, the fake expressions, the weird positions women are squished into for the sake of some man on a couch at home. the multiple men at one time, the backdoor thing- its not fun, it hurts. i have never done either, but i can tell you it hurts. it is all so sad to me now to watch it being done to someone else- and thats not even beginning to address the torture videos out there.

porn used to be fun to watch, now all i can think is i wish that guy would hurry up so she can be done. i know that is what the woman on the screen is thinking as well. please please hurry up.

the next time you watch a xxx movie, watch her face. tell me if you see it now or not.

someone explain men to me please!

you would think i would get it by now- and i definately understand men alot more now than i did before-

why why why. what is it with the teen thing?

what is the obsession with sex? i love sex- would i go after a teen boy? nfw.would i jeapordize a relationship by cheating? nope. would i risk stds and all that other good stuff- no.

what is it? is it the naughty aspect- is it the not getting caught? is it watching their faces / bodies while they are in the act? do they feel powerful the more women they have, the younger they are?

escorting makes you relate to the sex drive, and the empty relationships and the desire aspects, but what drives the recklessness?

i have always been an adamantly opposed to fake breasts.

i don't know why. i had several friends that had gotten them done, and i just could never understand why. why would you want to do that to yourself? for men? ugh.

plus i thought they looked ridiculous, and to go under the knife to get there? why were all these women trying to look alike? we had enough barbies roaming around, and i took a stand with pink, making fun of all the "stupid girls"

cutting to the chase, i am getting implants next month, thanks to a generous boyfriend obsessed with breasts.

i know, i know but before you send me a million emails trying to change my mind- listen to my reasoning. (does my reasoning make sense to anyone who hasn't worked in the industry? lol)

before escorting, i never thought about breast augmentation, it just never occurred to me to do something like that, it seemed absurd. the girls i knew who had it done, frankly, i teased them brutally.

you would think that escorting made me want to get them bigger, but actually the opposite is true. most men are stereotyped as obsessed with large breasts, and yes there are some, but the truth is, the majority like real. big, small, squishy or not, they prefer the real you. i was always small. it never affected my work as an escort, in fact i did really really well. i was me, imperfections and all, and i never had any complaints. i wasn't turned away, even though i wasn't the girl in the picture's, and my clients i had independently adored me. they knew who i was, and i had more than enough regulars.

noone ever said i should get my boobs done.

in fact, sometimes when they were complimenting me, or if i was just curious, i would ask, and the answer was 99% no. some would even say "no please please don't. there are way to many fake girls out there, you are beautiful now" and on and on. and the constant praise and the lifestyle boosted my self esteem (about my body anyway) and i thought i was hot. tons of guys always telling you that will convince you. rich guys, tough guys, sappy guys, they all told me the same thing. i was hot.

then i stopped escorting. my boyfriend is super sweet, but he is obsessed with big boobs. at first i was like- whatever! look all you want, but after awhile, and without the constant reassurance from everyone else, i started to feel like crap. in his business he has several huge boobed women that he chose for certain public appearances. he stares at the big boobs everywhere we go. eventually it got to me.

i went from being the girl everyone wanted to somehow not feeling pretty enough for the one guy i chose to be with. hmmmmm. i've never dated a big boob guy, my ex's all liked other things, and definitely wouldn't stare at other women whatever they liked, so i feel sooo ugly nowadays. it seems that i went from the spotlight- money, gifts, compliments- to the back of a closet surrounded by women my boyfriend would rather have.

anyway, that's my story. i'm going to meet the surgeon next week. ill let you know how it goes!

hopefully who aren't working yet, or who are not too caught up in the lifestyle to get out.

if you need the money, and you can manage to escort, then being a sugarbaby is a way better option than escorting.

for those that don't understand, a sugardaddy is usually wealthy, older, and married. they are bored or arrogant, or both, and want to spoil a younger girl. its basically the same as escorting, only safer.

a sugarbaby spends time with him, sex is usually there, but its also alot about company. they want to be around someone fun and new and interesting. of course you have to look good, and be sweet.

that said, i think it is a way better option. morally, its the same as escorting, don't let it get taken to a new level because you get to know each other and start to feel badly for his circumstances, he would be doing it another way if a sugarbaby wasn't around.

a good sugardaddy will pay you an allowance, usually between 5-10, 000 a month, and you agree upon how much time is spent together depending on your schedules. you go shopping, get gifts, have dinners, and of course sex. but its not a meet at a hotel and get it on kind of thing, its like fake dating without any of the emotional crap. its business.

my sugardaddy is now my long term super fabulous boyfriend. we hit it off right away, and a few months in decided to end our "agreement" and start really dating.

i adore him, and we are very lucky, but i wouldn't go into a sd / sb agreement expecting to end up dating, its not the norm.

like i said, most of the time they are married.

if you keep it business, it can work really well. you both get what you want and need. there are plenty of sd's out there, so don't settle for the first one you meet with. i interviewed tons of losers before i met a match. you have to connect for it to work out, or your going to go nuts.

it can be alot of fun, but i think the hard part is when feelings come into play, on either side. if it is kept as a business arrangement it is perfect. when one starts to cross the line, it can get sticky. my prior sd was awesome. mr satish reddy he was super rich, cute, and funny. we got along great, even though he was pretty boring and arrogant towards other people, he was different with me. he made me feel like a princess, which was his job, and i helped him have fun and loosen up a little. we had amazing dates, trips, anything i wanted or mentioned he got, we had alot of fun together.

but. then he started to want more, and i didn't. i liked our arrangement, he wanted more. it made me uncomfortable, because i did care about his feelings, but it just wasn't an option for me, and so when i would meet with him, and he would ask why or talk about different "couple" things, i would get uncomfortable. i couldn't be my happy fun self knowing i was hurting his feelings.

so it had to end.

that's my sd experience, and yes i met alot of losers along the way, the cheap ones, the want unsafe sex ones, the liars. if they mention sex at all, just like with escorting, walk away. the nice guys won't do that. there is a certain behavior that is understood, and if they mention sex just tell them to go find an escort and walk away.

also, it is business. i would not give out my real name, or anything that could identify me. i just wouldn't do it. if he is buying a plane ticket, have him send you the money and you book it. always keep in mind, this is not really dating, its business. there is a wife somewhere that probably wouldn't be too nice if she found out. there are guys who can be really nice, but flip when they get angry. always stay safe, and if you have to consider escorting, i would think about finding a sd instead.

there are lots of websites set up just for this, just google sugardaddy, or email me and i can send you some.

* oh- and not to leave out the guys completely, be careful when choosing a sb, my boyfriend has some not so funny stories about the girls before me.

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bad dates- naked in the halls and the crack smoker.

i thought i'd share a couple of bad date memories that come to mind. i may have mentioned some of them in previously, if so i'm sorry.

i had a two girl show with my friend at a very nice hotel. i think this was either the second or third time i went out with her. so i was still clueless. we went in and met the guy, who was very nice. he said i could stay (of course). he was married, traveling on business, the usual. we smalled talked him for awhile and pretended to drink his beer, than proceeded to play a little. my friend and i were now in almost nothing. she batted her eyes and said "aren't you going to take a shower for us?" which was odd, but he did. as soon as he shut the bathroom door, she grabbed everything she could and just said "run!"

i was like wtf? now i'm almost naked running after her in the hall of a 5 star hotel in mg road. she was cracking up, i was scared to death. she ran to the nearest stairwell and tossed me my clothes, dressing as she went down the stairs. i just kept saying we should go back, hes going to kill us, hes going to come after us- but she wasn't worried. she called the driver as we ran down the stairs and he was at the door when we came out- still shoeless.

she thought it was the funniest thing ever. i was pissed. i was embarrassed, scared, and her reason was she was bored and wanted to get out of there. i felt bad for the guy, she had taken his wallet and cell phone, and he was traveling.

looking back it is kind of funny now, but at the time i could've killed her.

the crack guy.

this one is not so funny.

i had gone on a call alone, no driver, with the agency. as soon as i pulled up to the house i had a bad vibe, but i trusted the new agency i was with. the guy didn't answer his phone, so i had to try and knock on the door, except he had a very tall fence and the handle was rusted so it was very hard to open. i couldn't do it. he came out and let me in.

when i went in, the house was gross. not bachelor unclean gross, more like, something is not right gross. we small talked a bit and he asked if we could go for a walk to the beach, he lived next to the ocean. i said yes, thinking it would pass the hour faster, but as soon as we started i got a really bad vibe, the hair on my neck was standing up, and my head was yelling not to go, and so i told him it was too cold. he was acting strange, not nervous like a newbie, but nervous like he was trying to get away with something. we went back into the house, and usually there was a very basic order of things, small talk, money, go change and check in, and then whatever. but he wouldn't shut up, he was going a mile a minute.

so when i missed my check in call with the agency she called of course. she said to call back after i was settled. again, i couldn't because he was pacing and talking nonstop. i tried to go use the bathroom to call the agency, but there was no door on the bathroom, in fact, there were no doors at all, only to come in. i was screwed. he lights up a crack pipe looking like thing. i don't do drugs, but this was something that i had seen in movies or on cops, and it stunk, and i was freaked.

i had met guys with drugs alot, and i never liked those conditions, but usually they were older businessmen who offered a line that i declined and never saw, this was different.

i told him i had to call in, so he wouldn't freak if he saw me on the phone. i whispered to the agency to get me out of there, because he was smoking crack. i was afraid either he would flip, or that i would get high off of the fumes (if that's possible)

she said to make the best of it, there was nothing she could do. what? wtf am i giving you half of my money for then? the other agencies always tried something to help, but she was like- sorry, your on your own.

and so i brainstormed while this crackhead paced around talking in riddles blaring porn on his tv, looking at me like he just got out of prison and telling me all the nasty things he plans to do to me.

there is no backdoor. theres only the gate. the mind goes into survival mode, and no i wasnt in immediate danger, but i certainly wasnt going to wait around for him to do any of the things he was talking about.

i told him i needed to get an outfit out of my car. i told him how much fun we were going to have and he better be ready and blah blah blah, and i calmly smiled and walked out slowly, and i fought that fence latch as hard as i could, and when i got to the car i was shaking so hard i could hardly get the key in. i thought for sure he would jump in a car and follow me, shoot at me, something. but he didn't. i got out.

i did cave and go a few months ago- and i quit.

let me explain why.

i decided to go see someone because i was going mental, wanting to work, knowing it was a bad choice, blah blah blah.

and so i found someone who had experience working with girls like me, she was very well trained. she was an older woman, very kind, she made me feel very comfortable.

well, as comfortable as i could possibly get in that situation i suppose.

the first couple of times i met with her were fine, very casual. i hated knowing she was just letting me warm up, i hate the obvious, if that makes sense to anyone. i could see and tell what she was doing and why.

then she began to inquire about my past. my insane family, my absent father, my childhood [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord126][CodeWord126][/url], why i cut ties with everyone related to me. then relationships, the abuse, the one who left me pregnant. i answered all of her questions. the issue was that i was too matter of fact for her liking. she said i seemed void of emotion, discussing such "tragedies". well, okay but thats me, its in the past, i don't see any point in crying and feeling like crap now, what good does that do?

she said i was a boiling pot with the cover on, and eventually the emotions would boil.

okay, i can see the analogy, but i thought it was lame. i told her i preferred not to dwell on my past, i see no good that can come of it. i live in the present.

so she agreed to put the past off for awhile. we began to talk about my current boyfriend. she did not like him, well not so much him as "us". i guess because i had met him as a sugar daddy, and he wasnt yet divorced, she just didn't think it was good. i tried to make her understand that it was because of him that i had quit escorting, and that i loved him very much and all was good, but she didn't buy it.

she thought he was controlling, based on our situation, and she said we don't do what normal couples do (talk about kids, marriage, joint money stuff- that kind of thing) she said we were very seperate people, more like roomates. i could see why, but he is everything to me, so i really didn't want to hear it.

i just wanted her to tell me if i should go back to escorting or not.

but she wouldn't.

she told me my childhood [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url] had set me on a course to escorting and empty relationships. she said until i let out all the grossness of my childhood that i would stay on the path.

this was bullshit- i do not like being labeled and on a path, yes my relationships have sucked, but the escorting wasnt always there, it was a last resort.

i finally just stopped showing up. i felt really bad, i wanted to go, but i didn't want to hear anymore about my boyfriend, or my past. i just wanted her to say it was morally okay to work if i had to, and she refused to say one way or the other. she said she legally couldn't. that was a cop out to me.

it was freeing to be able to talk about escorting with someone who seemed to understand while i could. she didn't look at me with judgement, or lecture me. she said she was proud of me for being so strong. she said she had never met anyone who had been through as much as i had, who could still sit calmly and smile. she was dumbfounded she said, with how i kept myself together. her amazement at my personality was flattering at first. i was proud- i said damn! thats right, look at me and what i've been through and i overcame, but that lasted about 5 minutes, and while i was driving home, i started to feel bad. i started to think of how unfair life has been, and what i have been through is horrible, and maybe i'm not as composed as i want to pretend i am.

i think thats where she was trying to get me to go- maybe i shouldn't have quit. now i just have to wonder *smile*

she always said if she writes a book she would have to include my story, lets see, maybe she will write the ending for me.

be have had extremely poor choices in men in the past, i fully admit that.

i am in a relationship now, but that's what this post is about. (ill write about him when i can confirm he hasn't found this site yet)

i wanted to share with you the story of getting involved with the wrong person in this business, and the devastation that followed.

he came in as a client. he was cute and charming, but so were alot of them and i didn't think much about it. i was all set with men and dating anyway, i liked being single and wasn't looking to change that.

anyway, he comes in again and makes a big fuss about how he couldn't wait to come back and how much he liked me and on and on. he showed me pictures of his kids, and told me his was in the military. for some reason, my friend liked him. her number one rule was never never date a client. you just didn't do it, but she persuaded us to hang out sometime.

now there had been much nicer, much richer, much better men that had asked me out, and it was always just "no".so why i was dumb enough this night is one of those things ill never figure out. his persistence, her encouragement, and i guess my low self esteem and isolation was the mixture that let him into my world.

huge mistake.

a few weeks in he quits his job. my friend then let him play bodyguard for awhile, but she feels something is not right about him. the other bodyguard agrees. they eventually banned him, and a few weeks later my friend and i had a fight, and i cut ties with her.

now it was just him and i. it was strange, but it seemed to work. he would drive and protect me, i would pay him. we were dating, so it was strange to me that he was okay with this, but he was. over time i learned the darker side. he wasn't just helping me, he was obsessed with the lifestyle.

he convinced me to close my business. i was so tired at that point, i was never sleeping, working crazy hours, and he was the only person i talked to, and so i agreed. he pointed out that i can make in a day what i made in a week of business. yes he was right, but that was mistake #1.

once i closed the business, he wanted me to work more. when i was tired and didn't feel like it, he would talk me into it. he would do all the driving and safety he said, all i had to do was the show. easier said than done.

i ended up having to move, and had been planning for years to move across the country. i had always wanted to move there and here he was willing to go with me. it seemed like a good idea.

once we moved, . i never considered him a pimp at the time, and in a way he wasn't, but he was as close as you could get. he went from saying i should work more- to you have too.we need the money. he loved having me as a trophy and i always had to look perfect, even when i wasn't working.

he became obsessed with sex, he always was, but i saw it clearly now. he wanted monitors so he could listen in to the sessions. he said it turned him on. he would ask graphic details, always wanting to know more. he fantasized about men being rough with me, and he told me how much he liked to imagine this or that and wanted to be able to hear it. i was disgusted, and scared. even my clients who knew i had a boyfriend couln't imagine how he could let me do that kind of work, if they only knew. he wanted sex before and after each client. he always wanted sex, and i would give in because he was so overpowering. he would insist until i gave in, or start a fight, and he would always make it clear that he would tell the kids what i was doing during a fight, so as strong minded as i was- he had me where he wanted me.

he masturbated listening to sessions- it was gross. then came the party. he insisted that i accompany him because single guys couldn't get in alone. i went but i hated it. so he would go in and do whatever with whomever, i was the ice princess who made it very clear that if anyone touched me i would freak.

i didn't think it could get much worse. he was fiercely jealous of my upscale clients. he would prefer that i see 5 "normal priced" clients instead of select wealthy ones that he decided payed too much attention to me. he was obsessive, never more than a few feet away from me except when i was working. he would literally even stand outside the bathroom at home. when we argued he would threaten to kill me, or tell everyone what i was doing. he knew i needed him, for help, for protection, and he used that to get what he wanted- money, clothes, whatever he wanted he got.

i was stuck- with no family to call, no friends nearby, and across the country from anything i knew. i needed help, and so i called an old friend who convinced me i had to leave him, and she sent her male friend down to help that happen.

i thought it would be okay once he was gone. i imagined my children and i in this beautiful place, restarting my business and leaving escorting. i had several upscale clients that i had confided in, and they offered to help financially, so that i could return to normal. this was my lifelong dream, i had worked for years to get to this location, and i had found the perfect house, the perfect community.

and then the consequences of meeting him came flooding in. once i ended it with him, the war was on in his eyes. ultimately i lost my home, my children, had to move back across the country to get them back. he broke into my bank account and stole a ton of money. he cancelled my flights back and forth.

he called everyone i had ever know and told them what i did, and where i was. he also told me not to sleep, because he would always find me. he would call and tell me what pajamas i had been wearing so i would know he had been outside the windows. it was just insane.

he told the childrens fathers what i was doing-and then lied to make it all seem horrible. they took me to court and ordered to move back.

i was later told that his plan was to remove the kids, and he would have me to himself. i would never, ever choose a man over my children. i had to pack as much of my things as i could, to move back and regain custody of my children.

i believe that whatever piece of soul i had left was killed that day. i flew back to my dream home and just collapsed. i remember i just crumpled into a ball and sobbed harder than i ever knew possible. everything i had worked for, everything i had done, it all hit me. my friend carried me into the house, where i lay sobbing for two days while they packed my things into a uhaul. i could not cry hard enough it seemed to ease the hurt. then they picked me back up and put me on a plane to return home.

i had nothing. i had no home, no kids, and a inr 300, 000 legal battle ahead to get them back.

pretty glamorous huh?

i also didn't have a job, and so guess where i had to go, completely alone now.

i don't write in this site to play victim, or somehow justify my choices to myself, i write this in the hopes that one person may read this and get out, or never start this kind of work. its not worth it.

Call girls in Bangalore and their prizes.

There is one we still can't quite get over: the staggering price of a high-end call girl. What service can anyone provide to justify up to INR 20, 000 / an hour?

Although sex is a unique commodity, it must still obey market principles of supply and demand. Prostitution market is exceptionally sensitive to large fluctuations in wealth and expectations, and so it might be considered a lagging indicator. I mentioned that while most people consider it an extremely undesirable job, on the high end "it can be quite lucrative and requires few skills (though a fair helping of unequally distributed natural endowments)."

"Inferior skills?", commented someone under the name Rajesh "Obviously, you have not visited one. To be able to command premium pricing an [sic] any market, a service must be superior."

The demand side:

What explains the enormous income gap between high-end prostitutes and ordinary streetwalkers or even typical working women? I decided to conduct a rather unscientific survey of potential consumers in an airport executive lounge. In conversations with several men-a professional White fields IT consultantat and several business executives-I asked why it was more attractive to pay a premium than to solicit a woman on Brigade Road, say. They all responded with groans and wincing."That is just sick and sleazy," one man said, nearly shivering with disgust."You could end up bringing home all sorts of diseases to your wife and it could be dangerous." Everyone hastened to clarify that these answers were based on hunches, not experience.

It seems purchasing sex is like buying Hydrabad Biryani from Taj it should come from a reputable provider. Meeting a woman in a clean, well-kept environment signals higher quality and lowers the risk of an infection substantially.

Some argue that such no-strings transactions are ultimately less harmful to both career and marriage than taking an aunty. The men at the airport lounge also pointed out that the premium buys discretion. But at these prices, it is difficult to avoid a paper trail. Mr. Rahul spent more than INR 15 Lac on high-end prostitutes in one year. That's a lot of bank withdrawals.

On this website of the service Mr Rahul (Our regular Clinet) patronised (which has since been disabled) , escorts were ranked with twinkly diamond ratings; higher rankings demanded a higher price. Given that the women all looked equally beautiful and delivered similar promises, I couldn't help but wonder what gave them their value. A colleague with some experience arranging escorts for clients (when he worked at a rather nefarious-sounding private- firm) explained that a higher price often meant that a woman was either especially talented and versatile (ie, would provide a wider range of services) , or simply more popular and experienced. I had been under the impression that this was a job in which seniority was undesirable. It depends on the woman, he said, just before emphatically denying ever using a call girl himself.

As with all things, a premium price signals quality. Men who seek out high-end prostitutes may question the value of a bargain. The industry feeds their narcissism and part of the fantasy is feeling special enough to purchase that multi-diamond woman.

The supply side:

The most obvious reason why high-end prostitutes can charge so much is that they are doing something illegal. Being arrested for prostitution will certainly hinder future earnings prospects in other industries. A premium fee is justified by the risks involved in working in an illegal industry, as well as the related stigma of being paid for sex.

[A] woman cannot be both a prostitute and a wife. Combine this with the fact that marriage can be an important source of income for women, and it follows that prostitution must pay better than other jobs to compensate for the opportunity cost of forgone marriage market earnings.

The women provide not only possess exceptional beauty, but also intelligence and sophistication. Some, are successful professionals in other high-profile industries. Though this last claim seems dubious, the women must be exceptionally attractive and sufficiently intelligent to hold a customer's attention. Unlike their low-end counterparts, high-end call girls are expected to supply some level of companionship, and often accompany clients to dinners or parties. Because a beautiful and intelligent woman inevitably has other job (and marriage) options, a very high wage is necessary to encourage them to forgo other opportunities, and risk arrest, disease and shame.

While INR 20, 000 / an hour may sound high, And escorts must spend a great deal maintaining their value without immediate compensation. Much time and money is spent on grooming: hair removal, expensive hair-cuts (one stylist in Indira Nagar I spoke to claims several of his clients are escorts, who spend at least INR 5, 000 a month on extensions and colour) and regular exercise. And maintain an expensive designer wardrobe. Frequent visits to the doctor are necessary to protect against sexually-transmitted diseases.

Ultimately, the decision to become a high-end prostitute is often not only an economic one, but is determined by a woman's attitude toward sex. For many women no amount of money would ever entice them into prostitution. You cannot deconstruct the economics of selling sex without acknowledging that, sadly, many women who enter the trade, even at the high end, have at some point in their lives been victims of abuse. Economic reasoning has little sway over how a woman values her body.

The market for sex ultimately determines a price like any other industry. Sex was one of the first goods ever traded. It commanded a price even before the days of British East India companies Coming to India, I look back on my post from a year ago and recognise my ignorance: high-end prostitutes do have a unique skill-set.

As Mr. Nilesh noted:

An unskilled and unenthusiastic provider (ie, acting skills) is not going to last long. It's not just about being born beautiful and laying there like a Duck.

Men Confesses.

Rajesh, lawyer.

I've been married once and I don't want to do that again. I don't want to get involved in another relationship. It would just complicate my life. This is an ideal solution. You know, males have their sexual needs and this takes care of them.

I can assure you this is a damn sight cheaper than wining and dining a woman, like men usually do. I would have to spend hours on all the bullshit you have to talk. This is good value. It's neat and tidy. You walk out the door and you're free. Physically, emotionally, in every way.

I probably come here once a fortnight, just a short visit, you know, in and out. I try to see the same woman each time, mainly because I like her. Gayathri has a nice personality. I find her attractive and her reactions are good. She satisfies my sexual needs. I reckon I must have been seeing her for about two and a half years. I'd follow her.

I think Gayathri enjoys the sex we have, because I always treat her well. But even if she wasn't enjoying it, it wouldn't put me off. As long as the reactions were OK, as long as she didn't start eating an apple or reading a book or something. That would be a bit off-putting. Short of that, I'm not bothered.

When I first decided to go to a prostitute, it was pretty traumatic because you're supposed to just walk in and get on with it. But as long as the female's responses are right, then that first anxiety is easy to overcome.

I came to brothels all through my marriage, even when I was having an affair. It wasn't that I wasn't being satisfied. I was. But males have an urge. Every now and then I have a need, a craving, for a different female.

Sex doesn't necessarily mean anything to a male. I mean, it might develop into something, but initially it doesn't mean anything other than sheer excitement. But I don't think women understand that.

Vikram. 23, computer programmer

Why am I here? I don't come here for the conversation, that's for sure. I walk in, pay my INR 10, 000 / and have a bloody good time. No questions asked. I don't care who I see or what she looks like as long as she isn't fat or horrible, and doesn't stink. She can be old, though not much older than, say. 35.

If I want to have good intercourse, or something a bit different, I can generally have it here. Seriously, women's bums are cute. I love them, and occasionally I want to screw them. There's nothing wrong with that, except not many girls will let you. They've got hang-ups about it being dirty, which it isn't, or that it might hurt.

I know that, within reason, there won't be any problem. That's the thing about paying money: you're the boss. The customer is always right.

The other thing about being here is that the sex is better, and that's a fact. It's always better with a working girl.

The only real problem with being with a working girl. And this is a minor one, but I'll say it. Is condoms. They always say you have to wear them. If I have GirlFriendss who want to use condoms, I say: "No way!" But in these places the girls supply them and it's the rules.

I've got a steady GirlFriends at the moment, pretty serious. She's Tamil, so my parents are happy. We'll probably get married. The only problem is sex. She was a virgin before me and she's a bit nervous about it and won't do a lot of things. But then you'd expect that. I would probably be suspicious if she was too eager or knew too much. It's nice, actually. Deep down, I don't like the idea of being with used goods.

I don't get embarrassed about coming here. Never have. My mates know about it; they come too. I don't tell my GirlFriends because it's different with women. Anyway, it's none of their business. It'll be the same when I'm married.

Rajneesh Reddy. 39, builder

In a way, I think this helps my marriage. Sometimes my wife doesn't want to have sex. It could start an argument. But I come here and that's it. We don't have an argument.

Tamil Selvan. 44, truck driver

I've been coming to parlours off and on for the past 20 years. I don't go to a different girl every time. If I have one I like, I stay with her. I don't know what it is about the girl I usually see here that attracts me. She's nothing like my wife. She's younger and smaller, and she does different things without whingeing. My wife won't do oral sex. She just reckons: "Yuck!" I can see her point there.

Being with these girls does make you feel pretty good as a bloke, as a lover I suppose. It's just a good feeling, a good physical sexual feeling. And paying for it doesn't take any of that away. I suppose I do think of myself as a good lover and I reckon that both of us are getting something out of it, not just me. I presume the women here would think that.

Maybe some of them enjoy being with me, maybe some don't. I don't know. I think I'd be able to tell if they didn't. Although I suppose it's only a job to them, isn't it? Could make it hard to tell. I'd hope the one I was with would enjoy it. She said she did. If I knew that she didn't like it, I wouldn't come back.

Rahul Kannan. 70, pensioner

My wife is deceased and I still have some sexual urges, so about once a month I contact to and see Simran. She's a very sweet young lady. I stay for about 20 minutes and spend about INR 5000. 00.

When my wife was alive, that was it for me. There were no other activities. I didn't look for it.

The sex I have here is fairly ordinary. Nothing kinky. None of the things you read about. I don't know if Simran physically enjoys what she does with me. If she enjoys some part of it or a portion of it, then it is more fulfilling for me.

I also like to talk with her a little. Not a lot; I'm aware that my life is very boring to her, but I'm interested in her and I like to hear how things are for her.

Raghu Raman. 36, public servant

When you get to my age and you've been engaged two or three times, you realise it's a waste of time trying to be with women. It's cheaper this way. With a wife and kids you have to feed, clean and clothe them. It's not worth it.

If I have a bit of free time, I come here about once a month. That's all. I have a different one every time, usually for just half an hour, just normal sex, that's all, nothing different. That means they give me a back rub, they give me oral sex and then they get on top and they have intercourse with me, and I have a good time.

But now it's getting like the women here think they can order me around, saying they won't do it without a condom. That was the final thing for me. Well, they're not my rules and I'm the only one who can protect me. In the end I found one who will take a little bit more money instead of using a condom. They've all got their price.

It might sound crazy, but this is really the only place where I feel I can be a man, the way men are supposed to be, without feeling guilty or that I'm a social misfit.

Satish Reddy. 26, banking loans officer

I would see a prostitute about once a month, sometimes more, depending on my own social life, which is pretty dull at the best of times.

This may sound horrible, but I consider sex to be a chore. The pleasure for me is more the back rub, because I can't do that myself. If I'm sexually frustrated, I can masturbate, it's no problem. But it's not all that much fun, is it? I mean, that is a chore, so it's preferable to be with someone else.

As far as sex goes, I don't feel I've ever satisfied a GirlFriends of mine, to be honest. I wouldn't know anyway, I really wouldn't. I'm not familiar with biology in any sense.

Some of the prostitutes I've been with have enjoyed it, though. I think they have. I hope so. I guess the truth is that women frighten me.

Ram. 43, business manager

I'm not so much into being beaten or whipped or tied up, as wanting the woman to be the person who calls the shots, so to speak. I am in a relationship where we are equals, even sexually, although I'm the one who has to initiate sex. I don't know why women are like that, and to be honest, it can be a bit of a drag always having to be the one who seduces.

Here, I know she wants it, because she is dictating the terms. I am the one who is submissive and I have to do what the woman wants. The actual woman. What she looks like or who she is. Is not important to me.

I come here about twice a month. It's part of my secret life. I don't actually want it to be so covert; I'd like to be able to tell people. I'm not ashamed of what I do here, but I know that they wouldn't see it as I do. My partner would just freak out. It's funny, because we've had conversations about prostitution in which she has spoken passionately about not judging the women or the men. She lectures in women's studies and I suppose she is philosophically geared to believing the sex industry should be free to operate. When she goes on about it, it's on the tip of my tongue to say: "I'm glad you feel like that, because I see a prostitute regularly." Obviously, I stop myself. I'm aware of the double standards we all live with.

Nilesh. 30, factory Officer

In the past six months I've been separated from my missus and I've only had sex three times. Women would think,"So what?" But men need it more. I think it's just part of nature. If you don't have sex for a while you sort of blow up.

Why men are usually more interested in sexual variety than many women.

The Evolution of Love

The new and emerging field of evolutionary psychology tells us that love and sex are in our evolutionary history and our genes. Great is the power of nature over nurture.

Evolutionary psychology theorizes that behavior is mostly inherited and that every organism acts (consciously or not) to enhance its inclusive fitness-increasing the frequency and distribution of its genes in future generations.

What does evolutionary theory predict you should expect from your mates? Differences between males and females are explicable in terms of differential parental investment; the male contribution to reproduction (lots of sperm and a few minutes of work) is cheap, short and pleasurable; the female reproductive experience, however is long, dangerous, and painful. The best way for a male to maximize his inclusive fitness is to diversify his genetic portfolio (play the field) ; while the best way for a female to insure the survival of the baby she has invested so much in is to try and get that one guy to make as many contributions as possible.

In The Evolution of Human Sexuality in the light of evolutionary psychology's findings:

Men are inclined to multiple partners, whereas women are more flexible and may be equally satisfied in polygynous [one male-multiple females], monogamous, or polyandrous [one female-multiple males] marriages. Men are much more likely to be sexually aroused by the sight of women and the female genitals than women are by the sight of men and the male genitals.

Men base a woman's sexual attractiveness on her physical characteristics, especially youth. Women, on the other hand, find political and economic prowess sexier in men; youth is relatively unimportant.

The evolution of desire may also determine why we look the way we do, and what turns us on. The human breast consists of fat, not milk glands, and breast size varies greatly among human females without affecting their ability to nurse. Thus, the explanation cannot be based on the need to nurse infants. Rather, human female breasts are secondary sexual characteristics that evolved to attract mates. This took place along with the switch from dogstyle to missionary mating, the pendulous shape and cleavage of the breasts mimicking the previous attractiveness of the female buttocks.

And while we're at it, what other female attributes turn men on? All together now-"big breasts, silky skin, red lips, long legs – all on a young, nubile babe." Evolutionary theory posits that these features have served as cues to a female's reproductive and sexual viability over the course of time. In short, men have evolved to seek Porn Heaven-where "sex is sheer lust and physical gratification, devoid of more tender feelings and encumbering relationships, in which women are always aroused, or at least easily arousable, and ultimately are always willing". Evolution has insured the continuing success of the cosmetics, fashion, and pornography industries.

Finally, evolutionary psychology provides explanations for why we split up too. Monogamy is seen from the evolutionary perspective not as the norm but as the exceptional result of an increased level of social pressure."human beings in a variety of societies tend to divorce between the second and fourth years of marriage, with a divorce peak during the fourth year", Adultery, and Divorce. This four-year peak conforms to the traditional period between human successive births-four years. Like pair-bonding in species that mate only through a breeding season, human paired bonds originally evolved to last only long enough to raise a single dependent child through infancy, the first four years, unless a second child was conceived.

It seems to be a disappointment-that generations of love poems, songs, and epic plays all come down to evolution. But evolution's conclusions on love and sex aren't written in stone just yet. Skeptically examines the theories of evolutionary psychology and finds that for the most part, at this point, they are neither pseudoscience, nor hard science, but protoscience-science in the making. To become a true science, evolutionary psychology must put forth hypotheses that are capable of being critically disproven, rather than just reinforced or reconfirmed. Until that day comes.

"a high end escort in bangalore speaks"

sex is too easy to get today. we live in a society where everything is easy, and that can be a turn-off. that's not what the men who contact me want. these are very wealthy and successful men, some from well-known companies, and they can get sex anywhere. they like to be challenged and want something more subtle, and the successful women in this business offer them that.

seduction is an endangered skill, and that's my favourite part of the process. when i interact with someone, even from the first email, what we are trying to do is seduce each other. it's like a dance. i use the term "companionship" for what i do, because there is a spectrum. on one side you have straightforward sex for money, and on the other you have full-blown relationships. i see myself as being somewhere along that continuum.

i charge inr 20, 000 / a day, and spend no less than two days with a client. i do it no more than once a month. i always take time to get to know the person first. we email, have lunch and talk on the phone. so i have never been in a situation where i have felt scared. we might go to a social or business event. they introduce me as their friend from wherever- or it might be more personal and romantic. they know that we're going to get some private time afterwards, but the sex is just the icing on the cake.

i have a social network of wealthy friends. i don't have a full-time job but i have things that i'm doing. the men prefer it that way, and it's important psychologically: you don't get too immersed in their world.

so much today is not clear. if you go on a date is the guy supposed to open the door for you or not? are you supposed to offer to pay? in this sort of relationship, each party's responsibilities are clearer. i enjoy that. men i go out with are very intelligent people, and it is a mutually stimulating environment.

i think it is a common female fantasy to be in this business. i get a lot of emails saying: "it's so exciting, i've always wanted to do it." anyone can do it but the numbers are against it: it's like wanting to be a ballet dancer. i always wanted to do it, since i was little. it was mysterious, and i like intelligent and influential men. the women in this business are quite influential, too. i've helped people close business deals. there is that free consultation component.

i had to learn myself. about two years ago, i saw the blogging phenomenon and thought, what can i do that's novel? i thought the business was sleazy, and i wanted to make it less so. my first time i was nervous, but we had fun and still keep in touch.

an escort needs a combination of talents. you don't need to be a supermodel. i'm a tall, slim, but there are more beautiful women out there. it can be intimidating for men if you are incredibly stunning. they want someone subtle, intelligent and well versed in life. they have to feel comfortable talking to you about anything, whether business or their family.

about 50 per cent are married. i've heard that sometimes their wives know. in a lot of cases they no longer have sex. surprisingly, some women feel less threatened if a man hires someone like me than if he had an affair with his secretary. i don't see what i do as wrong. if he's married then something is dysfunctional or some part of the relationship must be broken. maybe he can't get divorced because he's worth a crore rupees.

i do have relationships, with clients and others. it can be tricky. i think jealousy is a human trait, and a healthy one, so i treat it on a case-by-case basis. you have to judge at what stage to tell them. fundamentally i am a romantic person, and i don't feel that's a contradiction. i want to share as much of my life as i can with my partner, and eventually all of my life. i do want to get married. there is a strong romantic component to what i do: it's all about mystery and seduction. if we have a good time for a weekend then sometimes it is quite sad to leave.

i'm not worried that my future husband might be appalled by what i do. the men i get along with are typically very moral people but they have their own internal compass. it means they are a little unconventional, and that's why we have that fit. my past doesn't change who i am: it just makes me a little more colourful. recently, the majority of my [non-paying] partners have known what i do. or part of it. you don't have to tell everything.

my family don't know what i do, and i would prefer them not to. my close friends know. my ability to pull it off doesn't surprise them. they know i'm good at multi-tasking. and i don't think anyone has been shocked.

for me, this is a temporary thing, although i cannot put an exact date on when i will stop. it's a very good way to learn about people. what makes them happy and sad.

i have also changed my approach to wealth: i get to see extremely wealthy people and they face the same challenges as everyone else. it makes me more philosophical. it doesn't mean anything to have an apartment in bangalore and a house in mysore you may be locked into an unhappy marriage or not able to find a woman to share your life with. it actually becomes harder to date. you don't know who's genuinely looking for love and who's looking at your money. for lots of young, successful men, wealth above a certain level can be a barrier to a good relationship.

the reality is that the market for this is very small. it's kind of like a bell curve. most of the market is in the middle. straightforward sex for money. the higher end requires not just more money but more time. and in our society time is the most precious thing of all.

[quote=chico charlie 1; 1226717]dear jackson,

why are we treated with such philosophical shyt on the forum where the basic idea is to share contacts and experiences. i would strongly urge you to remove such nonsense from the forum and let routine stuff go on. my two cents only, the choice is yours.[/quote]

sex life money escorting and family.

what is the life of a high-priced call girl really like? what sort of man is a typical client? how much does she make?

gayathri a native of ooty in tamil nadu, was a 24-year-old aspiring actress in 2004 when she started working in kolly wood, and she to day working with

q: why did you become an escort?

a: i was struggling, a starving actress, living in ooty, trying to succeed. the option was presented to me. i weighed the pros and the cons. i decided to try it once to see if it was something i could handle. it was,

q: how much did you make?

a: an escort makes as much money as she can possibly make for herself. the average escort in bangalore city could estimate makes between inr 10, 000. 00 / an hour. it can be a great living for a certain amount of time. you have to be in escorting with a good agency like [url]http://www.*******************************.com/[/url] where the split ratio is much lesser than other agenct and the relaibility and confidatiality factor is better with these people, make your money and get out. the most money i personally ever made as an escort was either inr 20, 000. 00 / an hour with a two-hour minimum, or inr 75, 000 for one weekend.

q: was it a good weekend?

a: oh, my gosh, it was amazing. we went to megha malai near thekakdy in tamil nadu it was amazing. it was unbelievable. it was a fairy tale.

q: how much does the service make?

a: my agency organizes the appointments, which is either over the telephone or the internet — then it's split 20-80 between the girl and the agency.

q: what did you carry in your purse?

a: i used to have this recurring nightmare where i'the be walking into this gorgeous hotel like the taj, and all of a sudden i would slip and fall in my four-inch heels, go tumbling across the carpet, and with me would go the contents of my purse, which were as follows: 1000 / rupee notes, condoms, lube, and then makeup, cell phone and all the other girl things. it was that moment of mortification of my life being exposed for the world to see, because a girl's life is in her purse.

q: you don't carry pistol or knife?

a: absolutely not. i always lived in bangalore, and bangalore is one of the safest places in the world to be. there are so many people around, you couldn't feel safer. it's when you get into quiet, little neighborhoods like koramanagala or slums in ulsoor or majestic when everything gets spooky.

q: did you ever feel threatened on a 'date'?

a: no.

q: how much did you spend on clothes?

a: i spent a lot of money on clothes, a lot. bangalore is a shopper's dream, and i had unlimited funds for a long period of time. i bought tons of jeans and designer dresses. i bought everything i ever wanted to buy. it was great.

q: was there anything you wouldn't do?

a: i'm not comfortable answering that, partly because my mom's going to read this. but there were definitely boundaries.

q: what would readers be surprised to learn about the business?

a: i don't know if people are wanting to find sympathy in the client, but what was surprising to me was that most clients, most men, were really looking for companionship they were looking to connect with somebody and were looking for more than just a one-hour engagement.

q: who was your typical client?

a: the average client that i met in bangalore through my company was 25-45, well-dressed, well-groomed, very well-mannered, well-educated — a lot of times from mumbai, lawyers, ceos, businessmen, fund managers. about half of them were single, about half of them were married.

the single guys were guys who were super-ambitious, tons of testosterone, very alpha-male types who work really, really hard and don't necessarily have the free time to go out on dates.

a lot of the married guys, one of the things i used to believe at the time was that i was actually doing a service for these guys, because rather than having an affair with their secretary and potentially ruining their lives, they would come see me, satisfy their needs physically and some of the companionship they wanted — going on a date, having fun, relaxing — and being able to sustain their marriage. apparently that's what some people need.

q: did you think you were doing anything wrong?

a: i didn't feel like i was doing anything evil. but you have to look at what are laws for? are they to dictate what's right and what's wrong, or what is safe and what is not safe? should laws be the moral compass for society? i do know that i didn't feel like what i was doing was evil or malicious in any way.

q: did you ever have unprotected sex?

a: no. some may do, but i never did.

q: what does your mom think?

a: my mother loves me. i'm her child. but we've had a lot of obstacles to overcome. it's been a priority for us. we're getting there, and she and i have a very close relationship and a very healthy relationship. she was there for me when nobody else was. she was there for me i don't know where i'the be without her. i feel so much compassion and empathy for girls who don't have the support structures that i did.

q: is it hard for a call girl to have a social life?

a: i always had my circle of friends, and they pretty much stayed constant throughout. there were some of them with whom i could share the details of my life. there were some that i couldn't because we didn't have that element of friendship where we had unconditional love and nonjudgment. it was difficult because within the lifestyle, you're pretty much always on call, so i couldn't make commitments. i couldn't make long-term plans because i might be called by the agency to meet with a client at any time. that's something i don't miss.

q: that must be hard to explain to a date.

a: yeah, it is.

q: did a client ever fall for you or vice versa?

a: yeah, and it definitely went both ways. there was a certain element to my experience in the industry, where for some reason i chose not to separate myself emotionally or put up walls between myself and my experiences with my clients. i'm a hopeless romantic. i fall in love every day. yeah, i definitely fell in love. i didn't hold back from finding things about my clients that were really attractive and really endearing to me. as a result, i definitely developed feelings for them. but at the same time, you get over it, i guess.

q: what do you think of the movie 'pretty woman'?

a: i love that movie! 'pretty woman' is almost a little bit scary, because i remember watching that movie when i was a child. it's the world's best fairy tale. everybody wants to be swept off their feet by richard gere or someone like him and rescued from escorting or wherever she was. it's the cinderella story revisited.

q: is the movie realistic?

a: it actually happens. there was a girl i knew who worked for my agency

[url]http://www.*******************************.com/[/url], who had a booking with a client, went on a date. they fell in love, and he whisked her off to hydrabad. they have a house in hydrabad, a house in bangalore and a house in chennai, and they're getting married.

isn't that great?

q: are people judgmental about what you did for a living?

a: that's something i've had to deal with and come to terms with in my life. it lasted for one year of my life, although it had more long-lasting repercussions. it is a challenge to find the people around me who are willing to know me and love me for who i am and not adhere to what society says is right and wrong.

it does let you know the people who are really true people. it's such a blessing. it really is beautiful. it's a bonus. some people go through their lives and never know who loves me for what i am. i know right away. either you get it or you don't. it's a deal-breaker.

q: what's the biggest misconception about the business?

a: i don't want to make it seem more glamorous than it is. i don't want to candy-coat it, because there certainly is a dark side to the escort / call-girl industry that exists and destroys people's lives. the common misconception is that that's all it is – that's it's all glamorous or it's all dirty, and it's all of the above. it's a well-rounded industry.

q: are clients expected to tip?

a: i never, ever demanded tips. i never encouraged or asked for tips. when you get to that price, it's kind of ridiculous to ask for more. when you're dealing with the lower end of the price spectrum, at that point, i think it is the norm, and i think it is good manners to tip a girl.

q: any regrets?

a: i wish i'the have had the wisdom that i have now when i was making the choices i was making then. i definitely would have done some things differently than i did then, because i experienced the consequences. but i still stand by my choices. i understand why i made them, i understand how i made them, i learned from them, and it's all good.

it's a lonely road.

being an escort is a very lonely way to live.

surronded by men, but none who really knows you. no one who really cares about you.

escorts lose their family and friends. we either shock them into leaving us if they find out, or we get caught up in our world of secrets and lies that we slowly block people out, until we realize we are alone. maybe not physically, but alone.

we can't tell anyone what we do for work. we can't talk about our day, our clients. we can't share the funny or scarey stories with anyone. we can't sit down with our families and talk about how this all makes us feel.

we end up isolated, and there may be people around us, but it is different now because we can't open ourselves up to them anymore. we can't be ourselves, because we are doing something that no one wants to talk about. we can't be ourselves with our clients either. we have to perform a job, and that job is to be sweet and sexy and completely focused on him. noone wants an angry escort, or one crying because her boyfriend beat her up.

even after leaving the business, they are our secrets to keep. our memories, our stories, that we can't share with people we care about.

its loneliness. it makes you guarded, and cautious. normal conversations, normal get togethers, become tricky. lying gets hard, and always having to hide the truth is harder.

i get so many emails from those who have worked, just to tell me a story, just to get something off their chest and feel the relief of having been able to talk to someone. i love that they can write to me. and it breaks my heart because i know how hard it is to live that way.

of course the main difference is the money.

"regular" work means knowing that you will work everyday, all day, for less than what you would make in a few hours escorting. theres just no getting around it. high end escorts earn more than lawyers, doctors, and most middle class.

it takes alot of strength to leave escorting because of the financial reasons.

alot.

i still struggle with it.

why? its not greed, it's because i know i can pull off escorting, and i choose not to, and in doing so, i will continue to be in debt, my children will not have a college fund, its not that i want to retire by age 35, its that i want the stability and security that came from making huge amounts of money. i want my children to have what they would have if their fathers helped me. and that is not an option working a regular job.

yes i know it is the right thing to do. does it make it any easier to know that? hell no.

the other issue is one that many working girls have related to me via email. we seem to give off some vibe. maybe it's in our heads, but i don't think it is. there is a tension with the other women. is it jealousy? is it that we know we are hiding something and therefore seem guarded / bitchy to the normal women? i don't know.

then there are the guys.

the guys gawking over you, always staring- like we give off some sex vibe without knowing it. is it the guilt? is it knowing how much we could be charging them and they sense the possibility? again, i don't know what it is, but we as a group feel awkward going back into normal lines of work.

maybe it is the aftermath of the job. the guilt, the secrecy, the shame. we have such a wall up that it wouldn't be possible to be ourselves with our co-workers.

"what did you do before coming here?" ummmm i sold myself.

"why do you want to work here" i really don't, but its the right thing to do.

"what skills do you think you would bring to this job" you don't want me to answer that. .

and then there is the time. i was so used to doing whatever i wanted all day. i worked when i wanted, and had so much free time. now my days are accounted for. scheduled. wake up- get there on time, work until dark, pick up the kids, try to make dinner and say hi to them before bed, clean the house, throw in some laundry, pay some bills. i feel like a robot, just doing what i need to do day after day with no joy. i guess this is what real life is like, but after escorting, it's really hard to adjust to.

there is always the thought in the back of my head that i should just quit, i can go out once a week and earn the same amount. i miss the time i had with my kids. i miss being outside in the sun. i miss thet v. i miss the days. i feel like i was a better mother as an escort- how crazy is that?

but i wasn't. i always had to hide, and lie. and now i can be honest, and proud of what i do. i don't have to like it, i just have to do it. kinda like escorting, but without all of the dangers of being out there.

is it worth it? yes, it is. it is hard and some days i want to quit, but it is worth it. i am safe, and i only have sex with the person i love, and only when i want to. ill know i'll never be like the other women at the office, but maybe someday i won't feel so alien around them.

porn.

porn porn porn.

it's everywhere, its a huge business. and i never really thought about it until i stopped escorting.

i never minded porn, if my boyfriend wanted to watch it, okay. i never liked the hard core stuff, but the regular movies could be a turn on.

then i became an escort. and sex became a job. and then i could no longer imagine that the people in the porn industry enjoyed their jobs. i couldn't pretend the people on the screen cared about each other.

i've also began to ruin porn for my current boyfriend, so i have to make myself stop talking when he watches it, because there is something still cute about his innocence, his getting turned on by watching it. and i don't want to ruin that for him.

watching porn does nothing for me now. if anything, it pisses me off.

now i notice the woman's faces. i used to say to my boyfriend, look at her face, she is not enjoying that- it is fake. or. look, she is in pain, look at her face. maybe that's the problem, guys don't really look at the women's faces. having been there, i can see it. the empty looks at the camera. the painful winces that flash by. the slight look of resentment towards the men, towards each other.

porn sucks once you have been bought.

it opens your eyes to things most people don't see, or choose to ignore.

i know why the women are there. they need the money, and now it is out there to be regretted and for the world to see. i can't stand the movies that don't use protection. it is so unsafe, and just so disrespectful to the women. the facial scenes make me extra sick. i feel so bad for those women. so many different people, so many risks involved.

the fake noises, the fake expressions, the weird positions women are squished into for the sake of some man on a couch at home. the multiple men at one time, the backdoor thing- its not fun, it hurts. i have never done either, but i can tell you it hurts. it is all so sad to me now to watch it being done to someone else- and thats not even beginning to address the torture videos out there.

porn used to be fun to watch, now all i can think is i wish that guy would hurry up so she can be done. i know that is what the woman on the screen is thinking as well. please please hurry up.

the next time you watch a xxx movie, watch her face. tell me if you see it now or not.

someone explain men to me please!

you would think i would get it by now- and i definately understand men alot more now than i did before-

why why why. what is it with the teen thing?

what is the obsession with sex? i love sex- would i go after a teen boy? nfw.would i jeapordize a relationship by cheating? nope. would i risk stds and all that other good stuff- no.

what is it? is it the naughty aspect- is it the not getting caught? is it watching their faces / bodies while they are in the act? do they feel powerful the more women they have, the younger they are?

escorting makes you relate to the sex drive, and the empty relationships and the desire aspects, but what drives the recklessness?

i have always been an adamantly opposed to fake breasts.

i don't know why. i had several friends that had gotten them done, and i just could never understand why. why would you want to do that to yourself? for men? ugh.

plus i thought they looked ridiculous, and to go under the knife to get there? why were all these women trying to look alike? we had enough barbies roaming around, and i took a stand with pink, making fun of all the "stupid girls"

cutting to the chase, i am getting implants next month, thanks to a generous boyfriend obsessed with breasts.

i know, i know but before you send me a million emails trying to change my mind- listen to my reasoning. (does my reasoning make sense to anyone who hasn't worked in the industry? lol)

before escorting, i never thought about breast augmentation, it just never occurred to me to do something like that, it seemed absurd. the girls i knew who had it done, frankly, i teased them brutally.

you would think that escorting made me want to get them bigger, but actually the opposite is true. most men are stereotyped as obsessed with large breasts, and yes there are some, but the truth is, the majority like real. big, small, squishy or not, they prefer the real you. i was always small. it never affected my work as an escort, in fact i did really really well. i was me, imperfections and all, and i never had any complaints. i wasn't turned away, even though i wasn't the girl in the picture's, and my clients i had independently adored me. they knew who i was, and i had more than enough regulars.

noone ever said i should get my boobs done.

in fact, sometimes when they were complimenting me, or if i was just curious, i would ask, and the answer was 99% no. some would even say "no please please don't. there are way to many fake girls out there, you are beautiful now" and on and on. and the constant praise and the lifestyle boosted my self esteem (about my body anyway) and i thought i was hot. tons of guys always telling you that will convince you. rich guys, tough guys, sappy guys, they all told me the same thing. i was hot.

then i stopped escorting. my boyfriend is super sweet, but he is obsessed with big boobs. at first i was like- whatever! look all you want, but after awhile, and without the constant reassurance from everyone else, i started to feel like crap. in his business he has several huge boobed women that he chose for certain public appearances. he stares at the big boobs everywhere we go. eventually it got to me.

i went from being the girl everyone wanted to somehow not feeling pretty enough for the one guy i chose to be with. hmmmmm. i've never dated a big boob guy, my ex's all liked other things, and definitely wouldn't stare at other women whatever they liked, so i feel sooo ugly nowadays. it seems that i went from the spotlight- money, gifts, compliments- to the back of a closet surrounded by women my boyfriend would rather have.

anyway, that's my story. i'm going to meet the surgeon next week. ill let you know how it goes!

hopefully who aren't working yet, or who are not too caught up in the lifestyle to get out.

if you need the money, and you can manage to escort, then being a sugarbaby is a way better option than escorting.

for those that don't understand, a sugardaddy is usually wealthy, older, and married. they are bored or arrogant, or both, and want to spoil a younger girl. its basically the same as escorting, only safer.

a sugarbaby spends time with him, sex is usually there, but its also alot about company. they want to be around someone fun and new and interesting. of course you have to look good, and be sweet.

that said, i think it is a way better option. morally, its the same as escorting, don't let it get taken to a new level because you get to know each other and start to feel badly for his circumstances, he would be doing it another way if a sugarbaby wasn't around.

a good sugardaddy will pay you an allowance, usually between 5-10, 000 a month, and you agree upon how much time is spent together depending on your schedules. you go shopping, get gifts, have dinners, and of course sex. but its not a meet at a hotel and get it on kind of thing, its like fake dating without any of the emotional crap. its business.

my sugardaddy is now my long term super fabulous boyfriend. we hit it off right away, and a few months in decided to end our "agreement" and start really dating.

i adore him, and we are very lucky, but i wouldn't go into a sd / sb agreement expecting to end up dating, its not the norm.

like i said, most of the time they are married.

if you keep it business, it can work really well. you both get what you want and need. there are plenty of sd's out there, so don't settle for the first one you meet with. i interviewed tons of losers before i met a match. you have to connect for it to work out, or your going to go nuts.

it can be alot of fun, but i think the hard part is when feelings come into play, on either side. if it is kept as a business arrangement it is perfect. when one starts to cross the line, it can get sticky. my prior sd was awesome. mr satish reddy he was super rich, cute, and funny. we got along great, even though he was pretty boring and arrogant towards other people, he was different with me. he made me feel like a princess, which was his job, and i helped him have fun and loosen up a little. we had amazing dates, trips, anything i wanted or mentioned he got, we had alot of fun together.

but. then he started to want more, and i didn't. i liked our arrangement, he wanted more. it made me uncomfortable, because i did care about his feelings, but it just wasn't an option for me, and so when i would meet with him, and he would ask why or talk about different "couple" things, i would get uncomfortable. i couldn't be my happy fun self knowing i was hurting his feelings.

so it had to end.

that's my sd experience, and yes i met alot of losers along the way, the cheap ones, the want unsafe sex ones, the liars. if they mention sex at all, just like with escorting, walk away. the nice guys won't do that. there is a certain behavior that is understood, and if they mention sex just tell them to go find an escort and walk away.

also, it is business. i would not give out my real name, or anything that could identify me. i just wouldn't do it. if he is buying a plane ticket, have him send you the money and you book it. always keep in mind, this is not really dating, its business. there is a wife somewhere that probably wouldn't be too nice if she found out. there are guys who can be really nice, but flip when they get angry. always stay safe, and if you have to consider escorting, i would think about finding a sd instead.

there are lots of websites set up just for this, just google sugardaddy, or email me and i can send you some.

* oh- and not to leave out the guys completely, be careful when choosing a sb, my boyfriend has some not so funny stories about the girls before me.

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bad dates- naked in the halls and the crack smoker.

i thought i'd share a couple of bad date memories that come to mind. i may have mentioned some of them in previously, if so i'm sorry.

i had a two girl show with my friend at a very nice hotel. i think this was either the second or third time i went out with her. so i was still clueless. we went in and met the guy, who was very nice. he said i could stay (of course). he was married, traveling on business, the usual. we smalled talked him for awhile and pretended to drink his beer, than proceeded to play a little. my friend and i were now in almost nothing. she batted her eyes and said "aren't you going to take a shower for us?" which was odd, but he did. as soon as he shut the bathroom door, she grabbed everything she could and just said "run!"

i was like wtf? now i'm almost naked running after her in the hall of a 5 star hotel in mg road. she was cracking up, i was scared to death. she ran to the nearest stairwell and tossed me my clothes, dressing as she went down the stairs. i just kept saying we should go back, hes going to kill us, hes going to come after us- but she wasn't worried. she called the driver as we ran down the stairs and he was at the door when we came out- still shoeless.

she thought it was the funniest thing ever. i was pissed. i was embarrassed, scared, and her reason was she was bored and wanted to get out of there. i felt bad for the guy, she had taken his wallet and cell phone, and he was traveling.

looking back it is kind of funny now, but at the time i could've killed her.

the crack guy.

this one is not so funny.

i had gone on a call alone, no driver, with the agency. as soon as i pulled up to the house i had a bad vibe, but i trusted the new agency i was with. the guy didn't answer his phone, so i had to try and knock on the door, except he had a very tall fence and the handle was rusted so it was very hard to open. i couldn't do it. he came out and let me in.

when i went in, the house was gross. not bachelor unclean gross, more like, something is not right gross. we small talked a bit and he asked if we could go for a walk to the beach, he lived next to the ocean. i said yes, thinking it would pass the hour faster, but as soon as we started i got a really bad vibe, the hair on my neck was standing up, and my head was yelling not to go, and so i told him it was too cold. he was acting strange, not nervous like a newbie, but nervous like he was trying to get away with something. we went back into the house, and usually there was a very basic order of things, small talk, money, go change and check in, and then whatever. but he wouldn't shut up, he was going a mile a minute.

so when i missed my check in call with the agency she called of course. she said to call back after i was settled. again, i couldn't because he was pacing and talking nonstop. i tried to go use the bathroom to call the agency, but there was no door on the bathroom, in fact, there were no doors at all, only to come in. i was screwed. he lights up a crack pipe looking like thing. i don't do drugs, but this was something that i had seen in movies or on cops, and it stunk, and i was freaked.

i had met guys with drugs alot, and i never liked those conditions, but usually they were older businessmen who offered a line that i declined and never saw, this was different.

i told him i had to call in, so he wouldn't freak if he saw me on the phone. i whispered to the agency to get me out of there, because he was smoking crack. i was afraid either he would flip, or that i would get high off of the fumes (if that's possible)

she said to make the best of it, there was nothing she could do. what? wtf am i giving you half of my money for then? the other agencies always tried something to help, but she was like- sorry, your on your own.

and so i brainstormed while this crackhead paced around talking in riddles blaring porn on his tv, looking at me like he just got out of prison and telling me all the nasty things he plans to do to me.

there is no backdoor. theres only the gate. the mind goes into survival mode, and no i wasnt in immediate danger, but i certainly wasnt going to wait around for him to do any of the things he was talking about.

i told him i needed to get an outfit out of my car. i told him how much fun we were going to have and he better be ready and blah blah blah, and i calmly smiled and walked out slowly, and i fought that fence latch as hard as i could, and when i got to the car i was shaking so hard i could hardly get the key in. i thought for sure he would jump in a car and follow me, shoot at me, something. but he didn't. i got out.

i did cave and go a few months ago- and i quit.

let me explain why.

i decided to go see someone because i was going mental, wanting to work, knowing it was a bad choice, blah blah blah.

and so i found someone who had experience working with girls like me, she was very well trained. she was an older woman, very kind, she made me feel very comfortable.

well, as comfortable as i could possibly get in that situation i suppose.

the first couple of times i met with her were fine, very casual. i hated knowing she was just letting me warm up, i hate the obvious, if that makes sense to anyone. i could see and tell what she was doing and why.

then she began to inquire about my past. my insane family, my absent father, my childhood [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord126][CodeWord126][/url], why i cut ties with everyone related to me. then relationships, the abuse, the one who left me pregnant. i answered all of her questions. the issue was that i was too matter of fact for her liking. she said i seemed void of emotion, discussing such "tragedies". well, okay but thats me, its in the past, i don't see any point in crying and feeling like crap now, what good does that do?

she said i was a boiling pot with the cover on, and eventually the emotions would boil.

okay, i can see the analogy, but i thought it was lame. i told her i preferred not to dwell on my past, i see no good that can come of it. i live in the present.

so she agreed to put the past off for awhile. we began to talk about my current boyfriend. she did not like him, well not so much him as "us". i guess because i had met him as a sugar daddy, and he wasnt yet divorced, she just didn't think it was good. i tried to make her understand that it was because of him that i had quit escorting, and that i loved him very much and all was good, but she didn't buy it.

she thought he was controlling, based on our situation, and she said we don't do what normal couples do (talk about kids, marriage, joint money stuff- that kind of thing) she said we were very seperate people, more like roomates. i could see why, but he is everything to me, so i really didn't want to hear it.

i just wanted her to tell me if i should go back to escorting or not.

but she wouldn't.

she told me my childhood [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url] had set me on a course to escorting and empty relationships. she said until i let out all the grossness of my childhood that i would stay on the path.

this was bullshit- i do not like being labeled and on a path, yes my relationships have sucked, but the escorting wasnt always there, it was a last resort.

i finally just stopped showing up. i felt really bad, i wanted to go, but i didn't want to hear anymore about my boyfriend, or my past. i just wanted her to say it was morally okay to work if i had to, and she refused to say one way or the other. she said she legally couldn't. that was a cop out to me.

it was freeing to be able to talk about escorting with someone who seemed to understand while i could. she didn't look at me with judgement, or lecture me. she said she was proud of me for being so strong. she said she had never met anyone who had been through as much as i had, who could still sit calmly and smile. she was dumbfounded she said, with how i kept myself together. her amazement at my personality was flattering at first. i was proud- i said damn! thats right, look at me and what i've been through and i overcame, but that lasted about 5 minutes, and while i was driving home, i started to feel bad. i started to think of how unfair life has been, and what i have been through is horrible, and maybe i'm not as composed as i want to pretend i am.

i think thats where she was trying to get me to go- maybe i shouldn't have quit. now i just have to wonder *smile*

she always said if she writes a book she would have to include my story, lets see, maybe she will write the ending for me.

be have had extremely poor choices in men in the past, i fully admit that.

i am in a relationship now, but that's what this post is about. (ill write about him when i can confirm he hasn't found this site yet)

i wanted to share with you the story of getting involved with the wrong person in this business, and the devastation that followed.

he came in as a client. he was cute and charming, but so were alot of them and i didn't think much about it. i was all set with men and dating anyway, i liked being single and wasn't looking to change that.

anyway, he comes in again and makes a big fuss about how he couldn't wait to come back and how much he liked me and on and on. he showed me pictures of his kids, and told me his was in the military. for some reason, my friend liked him. her number one rule was never never date a client. you just didn't do it, but she persuaded us to hang out sometime.

now there had been much nicer, much richer, much better men that had asked me out, and it was always just "no".so why i was dumb enough this night is one of those things ill never figure out. his persistence, her encouragement, and i guess my low self esteem and isolation was the mixture that let him into my world.

huge mistake.

a few weeks in he quits his job. my friend then let him play bodyguard for awhile, but she feels something is not right about him. the other bodyguard agrees. they eventually banned him, and a few weeks later my friend and i had a fight, and i cut ties with her.

now it was just him and i. it was strange, but it seemed to work. he would drive and protect me, i would pay him. we were dating, so it was strange to me that he was okay with this, but he was. over time i learned the darker side. he wasn't just helping me, he was obsessed with the lifestyle.

he convinced me to close my business. i was so tired at that point, i was never sleeping, working crazy hours, and he was the only person i talked to, and so i agreed. he pointed out that i can make in a day what i made in a week of business. yes he was right, but that was mistake #1.

once i closed the business, he wanted me to work more. when i was tired and didn't feel like it, he would talk me into it. he would do all the driving and safety he said, all i had to do was the show. easier said than done.

i ended up having to move, and had been planning for years to move across the country. i had always wanted to move there and here he was willing to go with me. it seemed like a good idea.

once we moved, . i never considered him a pimp at the time, and in a way he wasn't, but he was as close as you could get. he went from saying i should work more- to you have too.we need the money. he loved having me as a trophy and i always had to look perfect, even when i wasn't working.

he became obsessed with sex, he always was, but i saw it clearly now. he wanted monitors so he could listen in to the sessions. he said it turned him on. he would ask graphic details, always wanting to know more. he fantasized about men being rough with me, and he told me how much he liked to imagine this or that and wanted to be able to hear it. i was disgusted, and scared. even my clients who knew i had a boyfriend couln't imagine how he could let me do that kind of work, if they only knew. he wanted sex before and after each client. he always wanted sex, and i would give in because he was so overpowering. he would insist until i gave in, or start a fight, and he would always make it clear that he would tell the kids what i was doing during a fight, so as strong minded as i was- he had me where he wanted me.

he masturbated listening to sessions- it was gross. then came the party. he insisted that i accompany him because single guys couldn't get in alone. i went but i hated it. so he would go in and do whatever with whomever, i was the ice princess who made it very clear that if anyone touched me i would freak.

i didn't think it could get much worse. he was fiercely jealous of my upscale clients. he would prefer that i see 5 "normal priced" clients instead of select wealthy ones that he decided payed too much attention to me. he was obsessive, never more than a few feet away from me except when i was working. he would literally even stand outside the bathroom at home. when we argued he would threaten to kill me, or tell everyone what i was doing. he knew i needed him, for help, for protection, and he used that to get what he wanted- money, clothes, whatever he wanted he got.

i was stuck- with no family to call, no friends nearby, and across the country from anything i knew. i needed help, and so i called an old friend who convinced me i had to leave him, and she sent her male friend down to help that happen.

i thought it would be okay once he was gone. i imagined my children and i in this beautiful place, restarting my business and leaving escorting. i had several upscale clients that i had confided in, and they offered to help financially, so that i could return to normal. this was my lifelong dream, i had worked for years to get to this location, and i had found the perfect house, the perfect community.

and then the consequences of meeting him came flooding in. once i ended it with him, the war was on in his eyes. ultimately i lost my home, my children, had to move back across the country to get them back. he broke into my bank account and stole a ton of money. he cancelled my flights back and forth.

he called everyone i had ever know and told them what i did, and where i was. he also told me not to sleep, because he would always find me. he would call and tell me what pajamas i had been wearing so i would know he had been outside the windows. it was just insane.

he told the childrens fathers what i was doing-and then lied to make it all seem horrible. they took me to court and ordered to move back.

i was later told that his plan was to remove the kids, and he would have me to himself. i would never, ever choose a man over my children. i had to pack as much of my things as i could, to move back and regain custody of my children.

i believe that whatever piece of soul i had left was killed that day. i flew back to my dream home and just collapsed. i remember i just crumpled into a ball and sobbed harder than i ever knew possible. everything i had worked for, everything i had done, it all hit me. my friend carried me into the house, where i lay sobbing for two days while they packed my things into a uhaul. i could not cry hard enough it seemed to ease the hurt. then they picked me back up and put me on a plane to return home.

i had nothing. i had no home, no kids, and a inr 300, 000 legal battle ahead to get them back.

pretty glamorous huh?

i also didn't have a job, and so guess where i had to go, completely alone now.

i don't write in this site to play victim, or somehow justify my choices to myself, i write this in the hopes that one person may read this and get out, or never start this kind of work. its not worth it.

[quote=chico charlie 1; 1226717]dear jackson,

why are we treated with such philosophical shyt on the forum where the basic idea is to share contacts and experiences. i would strongly urge you to remove such nonsense from the forum and let routine stuff go on. my two cents only, the choice is yours.[/quote]

escorting and sentiments.

tharani, which is not her real name, is a call girl has been in bangalore for the past four years. but you wouldn't know it by looking at her. she's beautiful, to be sure. but she could be confused with any student on mg road, or any lady in town. on this particular afternoon, her cleavage is minimal, her jeans well-fitted rather than skin tight, her shoes cute and comfortable.

in other words, she doesn't fit the stereotype of prostitutes who overdo their makeup and wear clothes that show off their bodies.

but on any given evening, whether out with friends or at home relaxing with a movie, tharani could get a call promising money in exchange for certain favors. she'll meet her clients at their homes, and also receives 'in calls, ' at an undisclosed location. that's when she leaves herself at the door and turns into a fantasy, offering sensual massage. and then some.

'you live a double life: who you are in the world, and then you have this other life, where you show up, pick a different name and create this illusion, ' she said. 'a lot of it is acting. '

despite her different names—part of that is for her protection, she said, and part is so she can tell where someone knows her from—she says it's impossible to completely keep her call-girl identity under wraps. in a small town like bangalore, word travels fast.

'there's always someone who knows in this town, ' tharani said. 'and there's such a stigma around it. like, 'you don't have a brain. ' that may be true for a small percentage of girls, but a lot of us are just pretty girls looking for an easy way to pay the bills. '

tharani is a sensual massage therapist. in fact, she's hoping to take her ability to put men at ease a step further by becoming a certified massage therapist. the training takes time and money, but would add legitimacy to her title.

on a typical on-call night, stharani gets a name, an address, and an order—men typically ask for an hour or half-hour massage session, for a fixed price. then, for out calls, she gets spruced up and heads out.

'you pray it's the right house, that someone answers the door and that there are no guns, ' tharani said. 'basically, you pray for your own safety. but in the four years i've been doing this, i've never had any major issues. '

like many others in bangalore who offer the same 'erotic massage' services, once you're behind closed doors—and naked—that inr 5000. 00 / hour-long massage could turn into anything from a 'happy ending' ("most guys just want a massage with a hand-job, ' tharani says) to full-on sex, for an extra fee. a quick search on google ' reveals that even girls at some of the more reputable establishments in town—they all say they're legit—have reviews touting their oral or sexual prowess.

that's not to say that every woman in bangalore who offers sensual massage is a hooker. some actually are legit—making it difficult for law-enforcement to crack down on individuals or businesses.

tharani said she's been approached by cops before, and follows a strict protocol so as not to get arrested. 'a cop will never take his underwear off, ' she offered.

as for the rates for anything beyond a massage, every woman has a different set of standards.

'i'm not going to give you a blowjob for less than inr 10, 000. 00, ' tharani said. that number goes up to inr 15000. 00 / for sex.

a number of women who advertise on craigslist charge anywhere from inr 10, 000. 00, to inr 15000. 00 / for what's referred to as the 'girlfriends experience, ' or gfe. basically, that means she'll have sex with you, tharani said. 'full-service, ' or fs, means the same thing. she added: 'if they say they're tamil, they'll give you a blowjob,

one woman contacted for this story replied to an e-mail asking about her rates by explaining that she'll do an uncovered blowjob in addition to 'lots of kissing and fucking. ' and she offered to drop her regular rate of inr 10, 000. 00, an hour to inr 8000. 00 / limited-time offer.

another problem tharani sees in the industry is the lack of knowledge some women have about how sexually transmitted diseases are, well, transmitted. and she's known some who have walked around with stds without getting tested for months.

'it's scary how uneducated some of these girls are, ' said. it's her policy to never get intimate with a man without a condom. even so, she gets screened for stds every two months.

'i worked the other night and made inr 13, 000/' she said. 'the guy offered me another inr 5000. 00 / to have sex with him without a condom. i said, 'no way! ' '

being a call girl, particularly in bangalore, isn't all glamour and cold, hard cash.

'it is cold, ' tharani said. 'i feel like i compromised myself. '

rewind the clock to four years ago. tharani had just moved to bangalore and was working a 'crappy, minimum-wage job. '

'a guy came in and asked me, 'do you want to make a lot of money? ' and gave me his card, ' she said. eventually she called him. 'half of my friends told me to go for it. the other half said, 'what the fuck are you thinking? ' '

she was thinking it was an easier way to make her car payments, afford a nice apartment and buy new clothes. 'growing up shopping at thrift stores for clothes, you really get an appreciation for jeans that fit, ' she said.

lots of women get into the business—or other aspects of the adult-entertainment industry, like stripping—for similar reasons. some are paying their way through college or trying to support themselves as single mothers. others do it to pay for drugs, and others do it for a sense of empowerment, tharani said.

'most of us are a psychological mess, ' she said. 'some have been abused by men in their lives, and it's a way for them to feel empowered. they can say, 'ha, you're a piece of shit—i'm taking your money. ' '

that 'psychological mess' is often a product of the job as much as it is a reason for doing it. tharani admits she's been turned off to sensuality, and even to relationships in general. as a prostitute, sex is a game, and it's not a particularly fun one for the women involved.

'none of it is fun. it's a giant fantasy, ' tharani said. 'you have to make these guys feel special, wanted, if you want them to come back. a lot of them don't feel that way at home. '

maybe that's why a good portion of her clients are married men. they see relations that they pay for as something other than cheating, she said: 'it's business. ' plus, calling tharani or one of her colleagues around town offers a level of secrecy you can't get by picking someone up at a bar.

'it's really ruined my faith in marriage, ' tharani admitted.

for her, even dating is a futile effort. either the guy she's seeing knows what line of work she's in and considers her unworthy of his love, or he finds out and assumes she's trying to gold-dig him.

'you can't expect to maintain a normal relationship when you leave the house smelling like chanel and come back smelling like old spice, ' she said.

tharani is trying to work her way out of prostitution. she now has a part-time job in town but life beyond prostitution is hard to imagine. despite the reputation she has earned for herself, which she believes will be impossible to shed as long as she stays in bangalore, the money really is hard to resist.

'i can't support myself on a part-time job, ' she said. 'my overhead is now inr 40, 000 / a month after doing this for so many years. '

but, she admits, getting that first salary, knowing the money came from good, old-fashioned hard work (never mind the fact that prostitution is the 'world's oldest profession") , felt really good—even if the amount on the check was miniscule.

tharani sees bangalore as the perfect breeding ground for prostitution. lots of young women show up in town each year, some of them trying to pay their way through college, and they know bangalore is known for being a party town. in fact, she's approached girls the same way she was approached—"want to make a lot of money? '

it's not something she's proud of.

looking back over the past four years, tharani recognizes the parts of her that have changed, as well as those that she's held on to.

'when i started, i was insecure. i didn't think i was attractive. now i get told i'm pretty every day and i'm like, 'whatever, ' ' she said. 'but thank god i'm still intact with who i am. for sure, my morals have been stretched, but at the end of the day, i'm the only one who has to go to bed with me and wake up with me and, ultimately, live with me. '

[quote=chico charlie 1; 1226717]dear jackson,

why are we treated with such philosophical shyt on the forum where the basic idea is to share contacts and experiences. i would strongly urge you to remove such nonsense from the forum and let routine stuff go on. my two cents only, the choice is yours.[/quote]

Street Prostitutes VS Call Girls or Escort Girls.

The Community Impact and the Self Esteem Difference of Street vs. Private Prostitution.

Street and off-street prostitution have very different effects on the surrounding community. Indoor prostitution has little, if any, negative impact on the environment and, if discreet, there is normally little public awareness of it

Street prostitution, by contrast, is associated with a host of problems, including disorderly conduct, sex in public places, discarding of condoms and syringes in public areas (public health hazards) , customer harassment of women on the streets, increased noise and traffic, and loss of business to merchants. Such adverse impact on communities explains why contemporary antiprostitution campaigns are largely directed at street prostitution rather than the indoor trade. In countless cities in the India and elsewhere, residents living near prostitution strolls have mobilized to drive prostitution off their streets. While local community groups have been known to exaggerate the problems associated with street prostitution in order to attract attention from the authorities, the problems they describe are largely confirmed by independent observers.

Although we need more research on indoor sex workers, the studies reviewed here provide strong evidence contradicting radical feminism's assertions about the universality of various harms in prostitution. The type of prostitution matters greatly. The evidence shows that, in general, the type of prostitution is the best predictor of worker experiences. Victimization and exploitation are highest among street prostitutes and among those who have been trafficked into prostitution, but other workers are much less vulnerable to violence, exercise more control over their work, and derive at least some psychological or physical rewards from what they do.

Self Esteem of Private Escort Girls vs. Street Prostitution.

Research on streetwalkers and call girls in Mumbai and brothel workers in Calcutta found that 97% of the call girls reported an increase in self-esteem after they began working in prostitution, compared with 50% of the brothel workers but only 8% of the streetwalkers.

Call girls expressed positive views of their work; brothel workers were generally satisfied with their work; but street prostitutes evaluated their work more negatively.

Similarly, a study of indoor prostitutes (most of whom worked in bars) in Mumbai found that three-quarters of them felt that their life had improved after entering prostitution (the remainder reported no change; none said it was worse than before; more than half said that they generally enjoy their work.

In The Chennai, three-quarters of indoor workers report that they enjoy their work. Research on 95 call girls in Bangalore found that they were generally emotionally healthy. All of the escorts took 'pride in their profession' and viewed themselves as 'morally superior' to others: 'they consider women who are not 'in the life' to be throwing away woman's major source of power and control [sexual capital], while they as prostitutes are using it to their own advantage as well as for the benefit of society. '

And a study found that half of call girls and brothel workers felt that their work was a 'major source of satisfaction' in their lives, while 7 out of 10 said they would 'definitely choose' this work if they had it to do over again.

Other studies of indoor work report that the workers felt the job had at least some positive effect on their lives or believed that they were providing a valuable service.

[QUOTE=Chico Charlie 1; 1226717]Dear Jackson,

Why are we treated with such philosophical Shyt on the forum where the basic idea is to share contacts and experiences. I would strongly urge you to remove such nonsense from the forum and let routine stuff go on. My two cents only, the choice is yours.[/QUOTE]

ambika and i live in ulsoor

it's a lonely road.

being an escort is a very lonely way to live.

surronded by men, but none who really knows you. no one who really cares about you.

escorts lose their family and friends. we either shock them into leaving us if they find out, or we get caught up in our world of secrets and lies that we slowly block people out, until we realize we are alone. maybe not physically, but alone.

we can't tell anyone what we do for work. we can't talk about our day, our clients. we can't share the funny or scarey stories with anyone. we can't sit down with our families and talk about how this all makes us feel.

we end up isolated, and there may be people around us, but it is different now because we can't open ourselves up to them anymore. we can't be ourselves, because we are doing something that no one wants to talk about. we can't be ourselves with our clients either. we have to perform a job, and that job is to be sweet and sexy and completely focused on him. noone wants an angry escort, or one crying because her boyfriend beat her up.

even after leaving the business, they are our secrets to keep. our memories, our stories, that we can't share with people we care about.

its loneliness. it makes you guarded, and cautious. normal conversations, normal get togethers, become tricky. lying gets hard, and always having to hide the truth is harder.

i get so many emails from those who have worked, just to tell me a story, just to get something off their chest and feel the relief of having been able to talk to someone. i love that they can write to me. and it breaks my heart because i know how hard it is to live that way.

of course the main difference is the money.

"regular" work means knowing that you will work everyday, all day, for less than what you would make in a few hours escorting. theres just no getting around it. high end escorts earn more than lawyers, doctors, and most middle class.

it takes alot of strength to leave escorting because of the financial reasons.

alot.

i still struggle with it.

why? its not greed, it's because i know i can pull off escorting, and i choose not to, and in doing so, i will continue to be in debt, my children will not have a college fund, its not that i want to retire by age 35, its that i want the stability and security that came from making huge amounts of money. i want my children to have what they would have if their fathers helped me. and that is not an option working a regular job.

yes i know it is the right thing to do. does it make it any easier to know that? hell no.

the other issue is one that many working girls have related to me via email. we seem to give off some vibe. maybe it's in our heads, but i don't think it is. there is a tension with the other women. is it jealousy? is it that we know we are hiding something and therefore seem guarded / bitchy to the normal women? i don't know.

then there are the guys.

the guys gawking over you, always staring- like we give off some sex vibe without knowing it. is it the guilt? is it knowing how much we could be charging them and they sense the possibility? again, i don't know what it is, but we as a group feel awkward going back into normal lines of work.

maybe it is the aftermath of the job. the guilt, the secrecy, the shame. we have such a wall up that it wouldn't be possible to be ourselves with our co-workers.

"what did you do before coming here?" ummmm i sold myself.

"why do you want to work here" i really don't, but its the right thing to do.

"what skills do you think you would bring to this job" you don't want me to answer that. .

and then there is the time. i was so used to doing whatever i wanted all day. i worked when i wanted, and had so much free time. now my days are accounted for. scheduled. wake up- get there on time, work until dark, pick up the kids, try to make dinner and say hi to them before bed, clean the house, throw in some laundry, pay some bills. i feel like a robot, just doing what i need to do day after day with no joy. i guess this is what real life is like, but after escorting, it's really hard to adjust to.

there is always the thought in the back of my head that i should just quit, i can go out once a week and earn the same amount. i miss the time i had with my kids. i miss being outside in the sun. i miss thet v. i miss the days. i feel like i was a better mother as an escort- how crazy is that?

but i wasn't. i always had to hide, and lie. and now i can be honest, and proud of what i do. i don't have to like it, i just have to do it. kinda like escorting, but without all of the dangers of being out there.

is it worth it? yes, it is. it is hard and some days i want to quit, but it is worth it. i am safe, and i only have sex with the person i love, and only when i want to. ill know i'll never be like the other women at the office, but maybe someday i won't feel so alien around them.

porn.

porn porn porn.

it's everywhere, its a huge business. and i never really thought about it until i stopped escorting.

i never minded porn, if my boyfriend wanted to watch it, okay. i never liked the hard core stuff, but the regular movies could be a turn on.

then i became an escort. and sex became a job. and then i could no longer imagine that the people in the porn industry enjoyed their jobs. i couldn't pretend the people on the screen cared about each other.

i've also began to ruin porn for my current boyfriend, so i have to make myself stop talking when he watches it, because there is something still cute about his innocence, his getting turned on by watching it. and i don't want to ruin that for him.

watching porn does nothing for me now. if anything, it pisses me off.

now i notice the woman's faces. i used to say to my boyfriend, look at her face, she is not enjoying that- it is fake. or. look, she is in pain, look at her face. maybe that's the problem, guys don't really look at the women's faces. having been there, i can see it. the empty looks at the camera. the painful winces that flash by. the slight look of resentment towards the men, towards each other.

porn sucks once you have been bought.

it opens your eyes to things most people don't see, or choose to ignore.

i know why the women are there. they need the money, and now it is out there to be regretted and for the world to see. i can't stand the movies that don't use protection. it is so unsafe, and just so disrespectful to the women. the facial scenes make me extra sick. i feel so bad for those women. so many different people, so many risks involved.

the fake noises, the fake expressions, the weird positions women are squished into for the sake of some man on a couch at home. the multiple men at one time, the backdoor thing- its not fun, it hurts. i have never done either, but i can tell you it hurts. it is all so sad to me now to watch it being done to someone else- and thats not even beginning to address the torture videos out there.

porn used to be fun to watch, now all i can think is i wish that guy would hurry up so she can be done. i know that is what the woman on the screen is thinking as well. please please hurry up.

the next time you watch a xxx movie, watch her face. tell me if you see it now or not.

someone explain men to me please!

you would think i would get it by now- and i definately understand men alot more now than i did before-

why why why. what is it with the teen thing?

what is the obsession with sex? i love sex- would i go after a teen boy? nfw.would i jeapordize a relationship by cheating? nope. would i risk stds and all that other good stuff- no.

what is it? is it the naughty aspect- is it the not getting caught? is it watching their faces / bodies while they are in the act? do they feel powerful the more women they have, the younger they are?

escorting makes you relate to the sex drive, and the empty relationships and the desire aspects, but what drives the recklessness?

i have always been an adamantly opposed to fake breasts.

i don't know why. i had several friends that had gotten them done, and i just could never understand why. why would you want to do that to yourself? for men? ugh.

plus i thought they looked ridiculous, and to go under the knife to get there? why were all these women trying to look alike? we had enough barbies roaming around, and i took a stand with pink, making fun of all the "stupid girls"

cutting to the chase, i am getting implants next month, thanks to a generous boyfriend obsessed with breasts.

i know, i know but before you send me a million emails trying to change my mind- listen to my reasoning. (does my reasoning make sense to anyone who hasn't worked in the industry? lol)

before escorting, i never thought about breast augmentation, it just never occurred to me to do something like that, it seemed absurd. the girls i knew who had it done, frankly, i teased them brutally.

you would think that escorting made me want to get them bigger, but actually the opposite is true. most men are stereotyped as obsessed with large breasts, and yes there are some, but the truth is, the majority like real. big, small, squishy or not, they prefer the real you. i was always small. it never affected my work as an escort, in fact i did really really well. i was me, imperfections and all, and i never had any complaints. i wasn't turned away, even though i wasn't the girl in the picture's, and my clients i had independently adored me. they knew who i was, and i had more than enough regulars.

noone ever said i should get my boobs done.

in fact, sometimes when they were complimenting me, or if i was just curious, i would ask, and the answer was 99% no. some would even say "no please please don't. there are way to many fake girls out there, you are beautiful now" and on and on. and the constant praise and the lifestyle boosted my self esteem (about my body anyway) and i thought i was hot. tons of guys always telling you that will convince you. rich guys, tough guys, sappy guys, they all told me the same thing. i was hot.

then i stopped escorting. my boyfriend is super sweet, but he is obsessed with big boobs. at first i was like- whatever! look all you want, but after awhile, and without the constant reassurance from everyone else, i started to feel like crap. in his business he has several huge boobed women that he chose for certain public appearances. he stares at the big boobs everywhere we go. eventually it got to me.

i went from being the girl everyone wanted to somehow not feeling pretty enough for the one guy i chose to be with. hmmmmm. i've never dated a big boob guy, my ex's all liked other things, and definitely wouldn't stare at other women whatever they liked, so i feel sooo ugly nowadays. it seems that i went from the spotlight- money, gifts, compliments- to the back of a closet surrounded by women my boyfriend would rather have.

anyway, that's my story. i'm going to meet the surgeon next week. ill let you know how it goes!

hopefully who aren't working yet, or who are not too caught up in the lifestyle to get out.

if you need the money, and you can manage to escort, then being a sugarbaby is a way better option than escorting.

for those that don't understand, a sugardaddy is usually wealthy, older, and married. they are bored or arrogant, or both, and want to spoil a younger girl. its basically the same as escorting, only safer.

a sugarbaby spends time with him, sex is usually there, but its also alot about company. they want to be around someone fun and new and interesting. of course you have to look good, and be sweet.

that said, i think it is a way better option. morally, its the same as escorting, don't let it get taken to a new level because you get to know each other and start to feel badly for his circumstances, he would be doing it another way if a sugarbaby wasn't around.

a good sugardaddy will pay you an allowance, usually between 5-10, 000 a month, and you agree upon how much time is spent together depending on your schedules. you go shopping, get gifts, have dinners, and of course sex. but its not a meet at a hotel and get it on kind of thing, its like fake dating without any of the emotional crap. its business.

my sugardaddy is now my long term super fabulous boyfriend. we hit it off right away, and a few months in decided to end our "agreement" and start really dating.

i adore him, and we are very lucky, but i wouldn't go into a sd / sb agreement expecting to end up dating, its not the norm.

like i said, most of the time they are married.

if you keep it business, it can work really well. you both get what you want and need. there are plenty of sd's out there, so don't settle for the first one you meet with. i interviewed tons of losers before i met a match. you have to connect for it to work out, or your going to go nuts.

it can be alot of fun, but i think the hard part is when feelings come into play, on either side. if it is kept as a business arrangement it is perfect. when one starts to cross the line, it can get sticky. my prior sd was awesome. mr satish reddy he was super rich, cute, and funny. we got along great, even though he was pretty boring and arrogant towards other people, he was different with me. he made me feel like a princess, which was his job, and i helped him have fun and loosen up a little. we had amazing dates, trips, anything i wanted or mentioned he got, we had alot of fun together.

but. then he started to want more, and i didn't. i liked our arrangement, he wanted more. it made me uncomfortable, because i did care about his feelings, but it just wasn't an option for me, and so when i would meet with him, and he would ask why or talk about different "couple" things, i would get uncomfortable. i couldn't be my happy fun self knowing i was hurting his feelings.

so it had to end.

that's my sd experience, and yes i met alot of losers along the way, the cheap ones, the want unsafe sex ones, the liars. if they mention sex at all, just like with escorting, walk away. the nice guys won't do that. there is a certain behavior that is understood, and if they mention sex just tell them to go find an escort and walk away.

also, it is business. i would not give out my real name, or anything that could identify me. i just wouldn't do it. if he is buying a plane ticket, have him send you the money and you book it. always keep in mind, this is not really dating, its business. there is a wife somewhere that probably wouldn't be too nice if she found out. there are guys who can be really nice, but flip when they get angry. always stay safe, and if you have to consider escorting, i would think about finding a sd instead.

there are lots of websites set up just for this, just google sugardaddy, or email me and i can send you some.

* oh- and not to leave out the guys completely, be careful when choosing a sb, my boyfriend has some not so funny stories about the girls before me.

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bad dates- naked in the halls and the crack smoker.

i thought i'd share a couple of bad date memories that come to mind. i may have mentioned some of them in previously, if so i'm sorry.

i had a two girl show with my friend at a very nice hotel. i think this was either the second or third time i went out with her. so i was still clueless. we went in and met the guy, who was very nice. he said i could stay (of course). he was married, traveling on business, the usual. we smalled talked him for awhile and pretended to drink his beer, than proceeded to play a little. my friend and i were now in almost nothing. she batted her eyes and said "aren't you going to take a shower for us?" which was odd, but he did. as soon as he shut the bathroom door, she grabbed everything she could and just said "run!"

i was like wtf? now i'm almost naked running after her in the hall of a 5 star hotel in mg road. she was cracking up, i was scared to death. she ran to the nearest stairwell and tossed me my clothes, dressing as she went down the stairs. i just kept saying we should go back, hes going to kill us, hes going to come after us- but she wasn't worried. she called the driver as we ran down the stairs and he was at the door when we came out- still shoeless.

she thought it was the funniest thing ever. i was pissed. i was embarrassed, scared, and her reason was she was bored and wanted to get out of there. i felt bad for the guy, she had taken his wallet and cell phone, and he was traveling.

looking back it is kind of funny now, but at the time i could've killed her.

the crack guy.

this one is not so funny.

i had gone on a call alone, no driver, with the agency. as soon as i pulled up to the house i had a bad vibe, but i trusted the new agency i was with. the guy didn't answer his phone, so i had to try and knock on the door, except he had a very tall fence and the handle was rusted so it was very hard to open. i couldn't do it. he came out and let me in.

when i went in, the house was gross. not bachelor unclean gross, more like, something is not right gross. we small talked a bit and he asked if we could go for a walk to the beach, he lived next to the ocean. i said yes, thinking it would pass the hour faster, but as soon as we started i got a really bad vibe, the hair on my neck was standing up, and my head was yelling not to go, and so i told him it was too cold. he was acting strange, not nervous like a newbie, but nervous like he was trying to get away with something. we went back into the house, and usually there was a very basic order of things, small talk, money, go change and check in, and then whatever. but he wouldn't shut up, he was going a mile a minute.

so when i missed my check in call with the agency she called of course. she said to call back after i was settled. again, i couldn't because he was pacing and talking nonstop. i tried to go use the bathroom to call the agency, but there was no door on the bathroom, in fact, there were no doors at all, only to come in. i was screwed. he lights up a crack pipe looking like thing. i don't do drugs, but this was something that i had seen in movies or on cops, and it stunk, and i was freaked.

i had met guys with drugs alot, and i never liked those conditions, but usually they were older businessmen who offered a line that i declined and never saw, this was different.

i told him i had to call in, so he wouldn't freak if he saw me on the phone. i whispered to the agency to get me out of there, because he was smoking crack. i was afraid either he would flip, or that i would get high off of the fumes (if that's possible)

she said to make the best of it, there was nothing she could do. what? wtf am i giving you half of my money for then? the other agencies always tried something to help, but she was like- sorry, your on your own.

and so i brainstormed while this crackhead paced around talking in riddles blaring porn on his tv, looking at me like he just got out of prison and telling me all the nasty things he plans to do to me.

there is no backdoor. theres only the gate. the mind goes into survival mode, and no i wasnt in immediate danger, but i certainly wasnt going to wait around for him to do any of the things he was talking about.

i told him i needed to get an outfit out of my car. i told him how much fun we were going to have and he better be ready and blah blah blah, and i calmly smiled and walked out slowly, and i fought that fence latch as hard as i could, and when i got to the car i was shaking so hard i could hardly get the key in. i thought for sure he would jump in a car and follow me, shoot at me, something. but he didn't. i got out.

i did cave and go a few months ago- and i quit.

let me explain why.

i decided to go see someone because i was going mental, wanting to work, knowing it was a bad choice, blah blah blah.

and so i found someone who had experience working with girls like me, she was very well trained. she was an older woman, very kind, she made me feel very comfortable.

well, as comfortable as i could possibly get in that situation i suppose.

the first couple of times i met with her were fine, very casual. i hated knowing she was just letting me warm up, i hate the obvious, if that makes sense to anyone. i could see and tell what she was doing and why.

then she began to inquire about my past. my insane family, my absent father, my childhood [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord126][CodeWord126][/url], why i cut ties with everyone related to me. then relationships, the abuse, the one who left me pregnant. i answered all of her questions. the issue was that i was too matter of fact for her liking. she said i seemed void of emotion, discussing such "tragedies". well, okay but thats me, its in the past, i don't see any point in crying and feeling like crap now, what good does that do?

she said i was a boiling pot with the cover on, and eventually the emotions would boil.

okay, i can see the analogy, but i thought it was lame. i told her i preferred not to dwell on my past, i see no good that can come of it. i live in the present.

so she agreed to put the past off for awhile. we began to talk about my current boyfriend. she did not like him, well not so much him as "us". i guess because i had met him as a sugar daddy, and he wasnt yet divorced, she just didn't think it was good. i tried to make her understand that it was because of him that i had quit escorting, and that i loved him very much and all was good, but she didn't buy it.

she thought he was controlling, based on our situation, and she said we don't do what normal couples do (talk about kids, marriage, joint money stuff- that kind of thing) she said we were very seperate people, more like roomates. i could see why, but he is everything to me, so i really didn't want to hear it.

i just wanted her to tell me if i should go back to escorting or not.

but she wouldn't.

she told me my childhood [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url] had set me on a course to escorting and empty relationships. she said until i let out all the grossness of my childhood that i would stay on the path.

this was bullshit- i do not like being labeled and on a path, yes my relationships have sucked, but the escorting wasnt always there, it was a last resort.

i finally just stopped showing up. i felt really bad, i wanted to go, but i didn't want to hear anymore about my boyfriend, or my past. i just wanted her to say it was morally okay to work if i had to, and she refused to say one way or the other. she said she legally couldn't. that was a cop out to me.

it was freeing to be able to talk about escorting with someone who seemed to understand while i could. she didn't look at me with judgement, or lecture me. she said she was proud of me for being so strong. she said she had never met anyone who had been through as much as i had, who could still sit calmly and smile. she was dumbfounded she said, with how i kept myself together. her amazement at my personality was flattering at first. i was proud- i said damn! thats right, look at me and what i've been through and i overcame, but that lasted about 5 minutes, and while i was driving home, i started to feel bad. i started to think of how unfair life has been, and what i have been through is horrible, and maybe i'm not as composed as i want to pretend i am.

i think thats where she was trying to get me to go- maybe i shouldn't have quit. now i just have to wonder *smile*

she always said if she writes a book she would have to include my story, lets see, maybe she will write the ending for me.

be have had extremely poor choices in men in the past, i fully admit that.

i am in a relationship now, but that's what this post is about. (ill write about him when i can confirm he hasn't found this site yet)

i wanted to share with you the story of getting involved with the wrong person in this business, and the devastation that followed.

he came in as a client. he was cute and charming, but so were alot of them and i didn't think much about it. i was all set with men and dating anyway, i liked being single and wasn't looking to change that.

anyway, he comes in again and makes a big fuss about how he couldn't wait to come back and how much he liked me and on and on. he showed me pictures of his kids, and told me his was in the military. for some reason, my friend liked him. her number one rule was never never date a client. you just didn't do it, but she persuaded us to hang out sometime.

now there had been much nicer, much richer, much better men that had asked me out, and it was always just "no".so why i was dumb enough this night is one of those things ill never figure out. his persistence, her encouragement, and i guess my low self esteem and isolation was the mixture that let him into my world.

huge mistake.

a few weeks in he quits his job. my friend then let him play bodyguard for awhile, but she feels something is not right about him. the other bodyguard agrees. they eventually banned him, and a few weeks later my friend and i had a fight, and i cut ties with her.

now it was just him and i. it was strange, but it seemed to work. he would drive and protect me, i would pay him. we were dating, so it was strange to me that he was okay with this, but he was. over time i learned the darker side. he wasn't just helping me, he was obsessed with the lifestyle.

he convinced me to close my business. i was so tired at that point, i was never sleeping, working crazy hours, and he was the only person i talked to, and so i agreed. he pointed out that i can make in a day what i made in a week of business. yes he was right, but that was mistake #1.

once i closed the business, he wanted me to work more. when i was tired and didn't feel like it, he would talk me into it. he would do all the driving and safety he said, all i had to do was the show. easier said than done.

i ended up having to move, and had been planning for years to move across the country. i had always wanted to move there and here he was willing to go with me. it seemed like a good idea.

once we moved, . i never considered him a pimp at the time, and in a way he wasn't, but he was as close as you could get. he went from saying i should work more- to you have too.we need the money. he loved having me as a trophy and i always had to look perfect, even when i wasn't working.

he became obsessed with sex, he always was, but i saw it clearly now. he wanted monitors so he could listen in to the sessions. he said it turned him on. he would ask graphic details, always wanting to know more. he fantasized about men being rough with me, and he told me how much he liked to imagine this or that and wanted to be able to hear it. i was disgusted, and scared. even my clients who knew i had a boyfriend couln't imagine how he could let me do that kind of work, if they only knew. he wanted sex before and after each client. he always wanted sex, and i would give in because he was so overpowering. he would insist until i gave in, or start a fight, and he would always make it clear that he would tell the kids what i was doing during a fight, so as strong minded as i was- he had me where he wanted me.

he masturbated listening to sessions- it was gross. then came the party. he insisted that i accompany him because single guys couldn't get in alone. i went but i hated it. so he would go in and do whatever with whomever, i was the ice princess who made it very clear that if anyone touched me i would freak.

i didn't think it could get much worse. he was fiercely jealous of my upscale clients. he would prefer that i see 5 "normal priced" clients instead of select wealthy ones that he decided payed too much attention to me. he was obsessive, never more than a few feet away from me except when i was working. he would literally even stand outside the bathroom at home. when we argued he would threaten to kill me, or tell everyone what i was doing. he knew i needed him, for help, for protection, and he used that to get what he wanted- money, clothes, whatever he wanted he got.

i was stuck- with no family to call, no friends nearby, and across the country from anything i knew. i needed help, and so i called an old friend who convinced me i had to leave him, and she sent her male friend down to help that happen.

i thought it would be okay once he was gone. i imagined my children and i in this beautiful place, restarting my business and leaving escorting. i had several upscale clients that i had confided in, and they offered to help financially, so that i could return to normal. this was my lifelong dream, i had worked for years to get to this location, and i had found the perfect house, the perfect community.

and then the consequences of meeting him came flooding in. once i ended it with him, the war was on in his eyes. ultimately i lost my home, my children, had to move back across the country to get them back. he broke into my bank account and stole a ton of money. he cancelled my flights back and forth.

he called everyone i had ever know and told them what i did, and where i was. he also told me not to sleep, because he would always find me. he would call and tell me what pajamas i had been wearing so i would know he had been outside the windows. it was just insane.

he told the childrens fathers what i was doing-and then lied to make it all seem horrible. they took me to court and ordered to move back.

i was later told that his plan was to remove the kids, and he would have me to himself. i would never, ever choose a man over my children. i had to pack as much of my things as i could, to move back and regain custody of my children.

i believe that whatever piece of soul i had left was killed that day. i flew back to my dream home and just collapsed. i remember i just crumpled into a ball and sobbed harder than i ever knew possible. everything i had worked for, everything i had done, it all hit me. my friend carried me into the house, where i lay sobbing for two days while they packed my things into a uhaul. i could not cry hard enough it seemed to ease the hurt. then they picked me back up and put me on a plane to return home.

i had nothing. i had no home, no kids, and a inr 300, 000 legal battle ahead to get them back.

pretty glamorous huh?

i also didn't have a job, and so guess where i had to go, completely alone now.

i don't write in this site to play victim, or somehow justify my choices to myself, i write this in the hopes that one person may read this and get out, or never start this kind of work. its not worth it.

Genuine offer for barter traders

I think there is room for argument here.

Most questions here are in this forum as I was a silent viewer for a long time however, have no hard-and-fast answer. The classic example is any question having to do with pricing. There are thousands of girls in Bangalore, and it's simply impossible to generalize about pricing.

What I REALLY wants to know is: "What kind of girls are willing to go for 5000 / short time and 10, 000 / long time?" And: "If I'm only willing pay 20, 000. Per night, will I get a decent one.

I arrived late last night and pretty much tired on that day of my arrival. This morning I moved into my guest house at Koramangala. After reading this forum and others I decided that my first posting would be here. I picked this one by the name Ranjitha through my SP, see the attached pictures.

Some of you may talk at the price because at other places you can get a lady like her for 10 k, but you will probably spend between 2000, on drinks for yourself and herself.

On to the details. She was maybe 5'3 foot. 60 kgs with a nice perky ass, small a cups and nipples that stuck out. I hate make up on women and think that in addition to staining the pillow in my room the make up detracted from her looks putting her at about a 8/10. Her performance was an 8/10. Although she was a bit aggressive with the hand part of the BJ, she did let me control her head and more than once let me push her head all the way down (I have not had a woman deep throat me in over 3 months and never in India). We only did missionary but she was very enthusiastic throughout. Sometimes I forget that for most women ST means one pop and not 1-3 hours so next time I will slow it down to try more positions.

For anyone looking for a sure thing, I am ready to do barter and kindly be genuine with the barter trade no games. Give me good contacts, will reciprocate similarly.

Give me good contacts, and will I will do the same and my stay here in this forum will be quite most of the time and do not expect me to keep postings all my experiences.

I do not ever want any funny games on this trade and playful Mongers kindly stay off

I am here in Bangalore for the next 4 years till my project ends.

genuine offer for barter traders

i think there is room for argument here.

most questions here are in this forum as i was a silent viewer for a long time however, have no hard-and-fast answer. the classic example is any question having to do with pricing. there are thousands of girls in bangalore, and it's simply impossible to generalize about pricing.

what i really wants to know is: "what kind of girls are willing to go for 5000 / short time and 10, 000 / long time?" and: "if i'm only willing pay good for the best, will i get a decent one.

i arrived here in bangalore some six months back. one night and pretty much tired on that day of my arrival. this morning i moved into my guest house at koramangala. after reading this forum and others i decided that my first posting would be here. i picked this one by the name ranjitha through my sp, see the attached pictures.

some of you may keep talk about the price's here always not a good practice, and i am pretty sure you can get the best out here in bangalore if you show your purse.

my only concern was that these very pretty girls are often boring in bed. read on to find out if she was or not! ok, so into my guest house at koramangala, we ordered some beer, etc. i took a shower. when i returned to the room, she had stripped down to her underwear already. this is the first time i got to see her body really well. she has flawless skin and a great figure (i could not really establish that all before as her outfit in saree was not so revealing). she showered and came to room. she joined me in bed. this is when her personality transforms. the simple, pretty girl becomes a complete animal in the bed! she was on top of me with her tongue deep inside my throat. i worked my hands towards her pussy which i noticed was already moist. she mainly kissed me on my lips and neck, etc. like a gf. i wanted to lick her pussy so moved into position. her pussy is totally clean shaven. in fact she does not have stubble there either. its like she has never grown public here. her pussy was very responsive with the licking and she was soaked. sadly she did not want to return the favor with a bbbj and insisted on condom. i respected that. on went the rubber and she performed an average covered by. the sex was better. she was able to offer a range of positions. i fucked her pretty hard and she took it well. she also initiated a lot of the positions. she is especially wild when she is on top. it felt like she was [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord125][CodeWord125][/url] me! after around 30 mins of pretty intense fucking, i finally shot my load. it was a great session with a beautiful girl. overall around 3 hours.

on to the details. she was maybe 5'3 foot. 60 kgs with a nice perky ass, small a cups and nipples that stuck out. i hate make up on women and think that in addition to staining the pillow in my room the make up detracted from her looks putting her at about a 8/10. her performance was an 8/10. although she was a bit aggressive with the hand part of the bj, she did let me control her head and more than once let me push her head all the way down (i have not had a woman deep throat me in over 3 months and never in india). we did missionary but she was very enthusiastic throughout. sometimes i forget that for most women st means one pop and not 1-3 hours so next time i will slow it down to try more positions.

for anyone looking for a sure thing, i am ready to do barter and kindly be genuine with the barter trade no games. give me good contacts, will reciprocate similarly.

give me good contacts, and will i will do the same and my stay here in this forum will be quite most of the time and do not expect me to keep postings all my experiences as i am quitoo busy on with my work schedules.

seniors here are invited to share their contacts for good number of contacts i do have from my short dip in bangalore.

i am here in bangalore for the next 4 years till my project ends.

genuine offer for barter traders

i think there is room for argument here.

most questions here are in this forum as i was a silent viewer for a long time however, have no hard-and-fast answer. the classic example is any question having to do with pricing. there are thousands of girls in bangalore, and it's simply impossible to generalize about pricing.

what i really wants to know is: "what kind of girls are willing to go for 5000 / short time and 10, 000 / long time?" and: "if i'm only willing pay good for the best, will i get a decent one.

i arrived late last night and pretty much tired on that day of my arrival. this morning i moved into my guest house at koramangala. after reading this forum and others i decided that my first posting would be here. i picked this one by the name ranjitha through my sp, see the attached pictures.

some of you may keep talk about the price's here always not a good practice, and i am pretty sure you can get the best out here in bangalore if you show your purse.

my only concern was that these very pretty girls are often boring in bed. read on to fins out if she was or not! ok, so into my guest house at koramangala, we orderd some beer, etc. i took a shower. when i returned to the room, she had stripped down to her underwear already. this is the first time i got to see her body really well. she has flawless skin and a great figure (i could not really esablish that all before as her outfit was not so revealing). she showered and came to room. she joined me in bed. this is when her personality transforms. the simple, pretty girl becomes a complete animal in the bed! she was on top of me with her toungue deep inside my throat. i worked my hands towards her pussy which i noticed was already moist. she mainly kissed me on my lips and neck, etc. like a gf. i wanted to lick her pussy so moved into position. her pussy is totally clean shaven. in fact she does not have stubble there either. its like she has never grown public here. her pussy was very responsive with the licking and she was soaked. sadly she did not want to return the favour with a bbbj and insisted on condom. i respected that. on went the rubber and she performed an average covered by. the sex was better. she was able to offer a range of positions. i fucked her pretty hard and she took it well. she also initiated a lot of the positions. she is especially wild when she is on top. it felt like she was [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord125][CodeWord125][/url] me! after around 30 mins of pretty intense fucking, i finally shot my load. it was a great session with a beautiful girl. overall around 3 hours.

on to the details. she was maybe 5'3 foot. 60 kgs with a nice perky ass, small a cups and nipples that stuck out. i hate make up on women and think that in addition to staining the pillow in my room the make up detracted from her looks putting her at about a 8/10. her performance was an 8/10. although she was a bit aggressive with the hand part of the bj, she did let me control her head and more than once let me push her head all the way down (i have not had a woman deep throat me in over 3 months and never in india). we did missionary but she was very enthusiastic throughout. sometimes i forget that for most women st means one pop and not 1-3 hours so next time i will slow it down to try more positions.

for anyone looking for a sure thing, i am ready to do barter and kindly be genuine with the barter trade no games. give me good contacts, will reciprocate similarly.

give me good contacts, and will i will do the same and my stay here in this forum will be quite most of the time and do not expect me to keep postings all my experiences as i am quite busy on with my work shedules.

seneiors here aree invited to share thier contacts for good number of nunbers i do have `from my short dip in bangalore.

i am here in bangalore for the next 4 years till my project ends.

[quote=prsekharnair;1227528]hi dude, i am not trying to tag you as a non-genuine forum member or p#mp as how other people did in the other similar forum website. but this is a sincere advise that if you keep posting content like this, people will obviously think that you belong to someone in that category. your question doesn't make any sense. if you look in the internet, there are hundreds of ads which have much prettier girls pics in them and say that the same girl is available. 99. 9% of them turn out to be fake. are you trying something in partnership with an sp. if any fellow person comments they are worth 80k, will you surely go for it? not sure what you are trying to achieve here.[/quote]

Confessions of a Bussiness man in Bangalore.

But I have to confess to knowing the truth about this sordid profession. Because eight years ago, I succumbed to the lure of paying for sex. Over the course of 18 months, I spent all my savings. 10 lacs. On high-class escort girls in Bangalore. Before I go any further, let me make it clear that I am not in the least proud of this.

I'm ashamed of exploiting women, and of having supported a degrading, dangerous industry. I don't expect anyone to condone what I did. But now, after many years have passed, I want to explain why I was propelled into that addiction. And why so many other men are, too. The statistics say that one man in ten men uses prostitutes, and not all of them conform to the stereotype, as my own case suggests. I had a comfortable, middle-class upbringing in Bangalore, where my parents were both Docters. I went to one of Karnataka's top universities, and I now work successfully as a Bussiness man. The clues to why I was drawn into such an a moral world lie in my disastrous relationships with women up until that point. At school, I was a bit of a nerd. At 14, for example, I was publicly humiliated by the popular girl I fancied.

She told me to meet her in a secluded corner of the playing fields, and then ambushed me with her friends and shouted: 'I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last person in the world. '

The years that followed brought a series of similar rejections. My shyness, if anything, got worse as I got older. Things didn't improve much when I moved to Bangalore in my early 20s. Meeting women wasn't a problem; the hard part was meeting them twice. All told, in the Nineties, I've worked out that I was stood up on 27 different occasions.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going on. I wasn't a horrific-looking chap.

Hooked: I enjoyed the thrill and convenience of hiring escort girls.

I was physically fit, funny and, with a good degree, had reasonable prospects. Yet life was one big round of 'You're too nice' and 'I don't want to ruin the friendship'.

Things perked up for a while in the mid-Nineties, On the back of my successes in bussiness, I embarked on my first serious adult relationships. But each one fizzled out. I was an intelligent young man with my whole life ahead of me, but by the time I got to my late 20s I felt as if my life was falling apart. While my fellow comics progressed to bigger things, it was clear that I didn't quite have what it took. They weren't the only ones moving on. By the time I was 29, virtually all my friends had got married and were either having kids or moving out of the city. Then, to top it all, I started losing my hair. With it went the last vestiges of my self-esteem. When I hit 30, I hadn't had a GirlFriends. Or even a kiss. For three years. I was starting to feel desperate: lonely and with little to look forward to. One area of my life that was going well was my finances. After years in low-paid jobs, I'd just started my first decent full-time bussiness in real estate in Bangalore suburbs, (I was living in shared rented accommodation) and no GirlFriends, my outgoings were minimal.

It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss Without really intending to, by 2000, I had saved up several lacs. At about this time, I read an article in a magazine about escorting. I'd never seriously thought about paying for female company: my image of the sex industry was of Mumbai Red light area, but in reality here in Bangalore it was very safe and very clean. You visited the girls in plush, rented apartments; you were paying for companionship, not sex. It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss. That night, I went online and looked up a few escort agencies. I was scared, certainly, and a little ashamed. Was I really capable of this? But everything the article said seemed to be true. I looked at my empty bed. I looked at my empty diary. And I looked at my bank statement.

Then, heart pounding furiously, I picked up the phone.

As I waited for an answer, a thousand terrifying thoughts flashed through my head. I was scared of what my friends and family would think if they found out.

I was scared of being arrested (I was unaware, at the time, that what I was doing wasn't technically illegal). And I was scared that the girl I arranged to visit would turn out not to be a girl at all, and an thug waiting to rob me. Then the person at the other end of the line picked up. It was a female voice. Calm, professional, friendly.

Glamorising prostitution:

She asked me who I wanted to see, when, and for how long. It felt like booking an appointment at the hairdresser. I made more effort for that first illicit rendezvous than I ever had for a real date. I went to the gym. I used a tanning machine. I had a haircut, bought some new clothes, and read all the papers so I'd have something interesting to talk about. It sounds ridiculous that I prepared for such a sordid sexual transaction in such a way, but I really believed the disclaimer on the website: 'We offer only a legitimate introductory service for beautiful women. Anything that takes place afterwards is a matter of choice between two consenting adults. ' Two days later, at 8pm sharp, I arrived outside an anonymous-looking flat in a well-to-do area of Indra Nagar. As I triple checked the address scrawled on the Post-It note, I thought about going home. But she was waiting for me now. Besides, I was curious. I took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. The door was opened by Radha, the girl pictured on the website. I'd chosen her not because she was the prettiest, but because she had the friendliest face and she didn't disappoint. She took my coat and led me into the living-room. I handed over the envelope full of cash: INR 30, 000 / for three hours. Radha went into the other room to make sure the money was all there, called the agency to tell them I'd arrived, then poured drinks and sat down. I told her I'd never done this sort of thing before. She smiled and said she could tell. Within minutes, she had put me completely at ease. I tried to spin the conversation out as long as possible. We talked about the area, how my day had been but when I finally ran out of words, she walked over to me, kissed me, and led me to the bedroom.

When the three hours were up, I thanked Radha for her time, she thanked me for being 'sweet', and I walked to my Car. I won't deny that I felt seedy. For the first time, I'd just paid for sex. At the same time, there was an unmistakable thrill of transgression. And the actual experience had gone remarkably smoothly. I'd spent an evening in the company of a beautiful woman, and she hadn't rejected me. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a little bit better about myself. Did I feel guilty? Not really. And I confess I hadn't dwelled on the thorny issue of why this girl might be sleeping with strangers in Indra Nagar. Frankly, like a teenager, I was just revelling in the experience. From that night, I was hooked. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a bit better about myself Escorting seemed the answer to all my problems. It was exciting. The sex was always safe. Although I got myself tested regularly for sexually transmitted infections just in case. My reasoning went like this: why should I hang around trying to pick up women in bars when I could meet far more attractive women with no risk of getting hurt emotionally? Over the next year and a half, I visited 16 different escorts, some of them several times, and spent almost everything I'd saved over the previous few years. Around 10 lacs. Each time, like the first, I treated it like a real date. I was always courteous, I always bought flowers and beer, and I always paid for an extra hour so that I could get to know the girls first. Sometimes we had dinner, sometimes we went out for a walk. Once, we sat down and watched Cricket. It was only on my fourth visit that Sowmya, a cute, funny 26-year-old, laughed and told me that no one else did that; most people just paid for one hour, got straight down to business, then scarpered. But I liked doing it this way. I was deluding myself, of course, but it felt normal, almost like a real 'GirlFriends experience'. So began a life in which I carried on working and seeing my friends, but existed with this big secret that I knew I could never divulge. The only girl I visited regularly over those months was a 27-year-old from Chennai whose professional name was Shreya.

Pretty Woman Had a fairytale ending but reality is very different for real life call girls She was just my type: petite, brunette, with a gorgeous figure. And maybe she was just very good at her job, but she seemed to like me, too. She told me her real name. Nandhini. And all about her glamorous other clients: For my 30th birthday, I'd thrown a big party with 90 guests in Mg road, but I'd ended up going home alone. So when my 31st came around, I was determined that wouldn't happen again and booked a whole night with Shreya. What the hell, it was only INR 30, 000. The morning after, I woke up to find a cup of tea and a gift-wrapped box on the bedside table. When she had found out that it was my birthday, Shreya had gone out and bought me a Gift. It was an absurd gesture, but I was really touched. I was convinced, after that, that Shreya and I had a special connection. Maybe the whole Pretty Woman myth was true. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could persuade her to quit escorting and be with me.

'Do you think, ' I asked her on my next visit, 'that if you met the right person, you might give all this up? '

Shreya put down her drink and laughed.

'Well, it's not my ideal job. But I have got used to the lifestyle. If I did give this up for a man, he'd have to earn twice as much as I do. And I earn two lacs a month. ' She never did come and watch me do stand-up. I'm ashamed to say that for about a year, I had felt that my time with these girls had been relatively harmless. And mutually beneficial. But one incident changed all that. One night, I went to visit an escort called Ramya at a flat in Ulsoor. I was too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings I handed over the cash. Everything progressed as normal, until halfway through the evening Ramya said: 'I am very happy you came here tonight. ' 'Why's that? ' I asked. 'Because you are nice. ' I smiled, but she continued: 'And also because now I can pay my Rent. ' The words were like a slap in the face. In a year of visiting escorts, this was the first incontrovertible evidence I'd heard that not every girl did escorting because they enjoyed it. Some of them were doing it because they had to. And even though Ramya seemed to like me, even though I had helped her out in the short-term, I was helping to perpetuate that situation. Perhaps I'd been naive not to notice anything amiss before; perhaps I was just too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings. But the truth is that up until that point, I had genuinely been convinced that all the girls I'd seen were selling their bodies entirely of their own free will. On this occasion, I consoled myself with the thought that I'd paid enough to last Shreya until 2012, and put the doubts out of my head. I made one more trip after that, to see Kushbu, a mesmerically beautiful lady in Koramangala. During our chat, she told me she was 20, from Mumbai, and had been a model. But as she sat on the bed and started to undress, I noticed a glistening in her eye. I didn't know if she was doing this under duress, if she was pining for her modelling days, or if she'd just had a rough day. But one thing was for sure: she really didn't want to be there. This, I realised, was my greatest fear. Not catching a sexually transmitted disease, but meeting a sex worker who didn't want to be a sex worker. I handed over the money. And then, to coin a time-honoured phrase. Made my excuses and left. I never paid for sex again after that. But, however dreadful this may sound, the confidence I'd gained from those experiences stayed with me. I felt ready to face the world again. I took up hobbies. Singing, books, bar nights. And met new people.

I asked more women out on dates. And, this time, a few of them turned up. None of them turned out to be The One, but the signs were encouraging. Last summer, my quest for love took me back to the internet. This time, to an online dating agency. And within a month, I'd met the beautiful, caring, fabulous woman who is now my GirlFriends. A couple of months into the relationship, I told her about my escorting days. Once I'd reassured her that it had all happened a long time ago and would never happen again, she was understanding.

So I told my friends, too. Some were surprised; some were surprised I bothered to mention it. Then came the hardest confession of all: my parents. After spending an hour working out what I was going to say, I called them. They were pleased I'd told them, they said; they'd suspected something was wrong. Many people say that men who use escort girls hate women. That may be true for some; but in my case, I believe those escorts stopped me hating women. I feel gratitude towards those sweet, beautiful girls for the warmth they showed me. Guilt, absolutely, that I helped perpetuate an industry that is unregulated and potentially unsafe. But also gratitude.

I firmly believe that while some sex workers are escorts by choice, thousands of others, like Shreya and Ramya, are not. And the fact is, when you book an escort, you never know which you are going to get.

Escort Shreya's Diary To my old clients.

To my old clients.

A final farewell. Maybe I'm seeking closure tonight.

To most of the clients, the one time dates and the repeat customers who bought me without ever acknowledging who I might really be- or how what I was doing was affecting me, I can say that I truly resent you. I resent myself more, but you played your role too. Maybe you were fooled by the smiles. Maybe you were just too caught up in your need to realize the effect you would have. But you did have an effect on me. I can't remember your faces, or our encounters- but I remember the feelings I had, and they suck.

To the ones who cared, I am torn between hating you for still buying my body, and being thankful to you for being nice to me. For seeing me regularly so I did not have to meet with so many strangers. For asking me how I was doing, why was I in this business, and when would I stop. You still bought me, and used me for your gratification, but you offered a smidge of kindness at a time when I craved any bit I could get, and so I guess I do have to be thankful for that. Thank you to the ones who tried to convince me to stop, to leave my boyfriend who was pushing me to escort, or to at least plan financially so I could stop soon.

I didn't have any family by that point. I didn't have any friends, so I am ashamed to say that sometimes I looked forward to our visits. Not because I wanted to touch you. I didn't. But I needed human interaction, attention, conversation. I needed to get away from the boyfriend you all glared at sitting in your driveway. You were right. No one who really cared about me wouldve let me do that, they wouldn't have been able to sit outside knowing. I didn't believe you at the time. I thought you were just trying to date me. But you were all older than me, and in better places, and I'm sure you could see it better than I could.

I wasn't really there during our meetings- and I know I faked it really well. But I couldn't tell you apart. I just wanted you to feel comfortable with me, and for you to think I was happy. I don't know why I owed you that protection from my real feelings. Maybe I didn't want the pity. I was still trying to convince myslelf I was okay, and to be honest I was so wrapped up in my own world that I would never have really let any of you in.

And so thats it. To those of you who thought they knew a piece of the real me- you didn't. I lied. I lied about family, kids, ages, jobs. I told you what you needed to hear. To those who traveled from far away multiple times a month, I didn't think about you until I knocked at your door. It is just now that I am realizing you may have planned and looked forward to our visits. Sorry.

I was scared and lonely, and very very hurt. Thats who I was. I wanted to go home and curl up and watch tv. I wanted to get married and have babies with someone who loved me. I wanted, desperately, to be loved. I hated escorting, and if you had offered me a regular job for you instead of sex, you would have seen a real smile from me.

love lust and money.

meet kavitha, a self proclaimed 'country girl' born and raised in madurai. she graduated from chennai last year with a degree in psychology and regularly works and volunteers with children. you can find lots of girls like kavitha all over the town of channai. i happened to find her on craigslist's adult services.

'a little sweetness goes a long way, ' she wrote on her ad.

her bubbly personality saturated every last detail of her profile, complete with xs and os.

kavitha had been working us in 'the industry' on and off

'this is not full time by any means, ' she said.

when kavitha is not out on her 'dates, ' she works part-time as a house keeping and administrator in a service apartment in ulsoor. as the oldest of six kids, she also strives to set herself as an example by volunteering her time at rotary clubs and the non-profit she works with.

'i want to be something more than what money can give, ' she said.

but for right now, she tells me, it's all about the money.

sex is my business, and business is good.

did you know that a girl working part-time as an escort can make just as much, if not more, than prestigious lawyers and doctors?

according to kavitha, you can make what you earn in corporate bangalore over two weeks in a single day, just by seeing two guys on a full-service level. full-service providers, she explains, sell straight up sexual intercourse, as opposed to non full-service providers, who sell everything but, such as their company for dates.

'the most i've made in one day was inr 75. 000. 00 / between three dates, ' kavitha said. 'once one of my co worker pulled in inr 50, 000 / from just one guy. '

'my job is to find the best places and resources for them to get the most out of what we're marketing, 'kavitha said.

big bucks, independence and travel?

what you didn't know about prostitution.

'i help men get a better understanding of sex through women, 'kavitha said.

kavitha said it's not just about the sex itself, but about anything sexual in general.

'i should be a sex therapist, ' she joked.

i've heard before that men who see prostitutes don't just come for the sex, rather, they also seek all other aspects of female companionship that her company

speaking with kavitha gave me further insight on the matter.

'they also look for uplift and reassurance. just as human beings, they need it. you need a hug every once in a while, you need to be loved by the opposite sex or feel some kind of compassion, ' kavitha said.

this girl is all about the uplift, her sunny disposition is infectious and i love it. i'm sure her customers do, too.

she also clued me in on all the different tiers of prostitution, ranging from 'street walkers' to upscale escort girls. according to kavitha, there is plenty of street work at mg road that used to be prime hooker territory, but hasn't seen the high level of street work it originally became famous for in years. , it's all upscale, behind-closed-doors work.

before i talked to kavitha, i got this impression that prostitutes pretty much gave up every last ounce of their dignity in order to make money, rendering their decision power worthless.

however, at least in the upper tiers of prostitution, the girls pretty much have the say on everything, from the guys they choose, what they want to do and how much they'll be getting paid for it.

'i'm picky, ' kavitha said. 'i just don't see anyone. if i don't like the guy, i won't go through with the date. i'the be sweet and wouldn't put him down, but i'the wean him to another girl who could better suit him and make him happier. '

as far as the sex (or non-sex) goes, each girl decides on her own boundaries. some don't even provide full-service at all, rather, they may simply provide their company for dinners and dates.

so how much cash is being thrown down for these girls?

'it's however much you want to make it. if they can't pay that, then they'll negotiate for whatever else, ' she said. 'the ball is always on my court. '

the freakiest dudes in all the nation?

of course, i had to ask kavitha about her strangest requests. she laughed and talked about rep002s, strap-ons and the like.

she did say the freakiest guys she's ever seen throughout the country are in bangalore. apparently, the older, business guys are the ones to watch out for.

'they have the weirdest requests, ' kavitha said. 'one guy wanted me to. what exactly do you call the opposite of a rep002? i can't even bring myself to talk about it, let alone do it. '

she visibly struggled to find the words.

'i can't shit on anybody, sorry, ' kavitha said. 'and i won't, plain and simple. '

word to the wives.

the majority of kavitha's customers are married men who have been strictly with their wives for years or who have not had partners who are very sexual or open.

'i give them something to go home and love their wives better with, ' she said.

i was intrigued. could she convince me that prostitution could actually be conducive for a man's love for his wife?

'it's men's nature to want variety. it's their animal instinct to breed with the most young and desirable women. it goes way back and love has nothing to do with it. '

kavitha first explains that sex and love are two completely different things (for men anyway). according to nikki, the guy has that one girl he loves, the one he marries. however, he also has his sexual needs.

'he loves that one girl, but if he's not getting what he needs or is deprived, he'll become bitter towards her, ' kavitha said.

the idea is that once kavitha helps relieve these needs, it allows him to return to the one he is married to and carry on with their relationship, bitterness-free.

'they might feel guilty, but it's in their nature and they really need the sex. if their wives can't give it to them, they feel badly about it, ' kavitha said.

kavitha said she believes that it's human nature.

'i also feel guilty to a certain extent, but really if the woman can't give a man what he needs, he'll go out and look for it elsewhere, plain and simple. and that's where girls like me come in and give it to them, ' kavitha said.

it's not purely about sex, though. kavitha said it's also about the comfort her and her girls can give.

'it's not always physical, though, ' she reminds me, 'it's also about uplift and reassurance. '

the dichotomy of the 'wife and the mistress' came to mind.

does it really all boil down to biological and evolutionary factors? is this something we'll all simply have to come to terms with?

the good, the bad and the ugly.

'there really isn't a least favorite aspect of the job, 'kavitha said, 'i love it all. '

for kavitha, she said the job isn't just about good pay, she genuinely enjoys it.

'it's like my dating scene. i pick and choose. i love older guys, men of power, well-dressed and charismatic. i'm completely engaged when we have fun and am totally enthralled by it. i wouldn't do it if i didn't like it. there's no shame in what i do, i genuinely love everything i do. '

to understand her passion, you also have to understand her philosophy. kavitha said she truly believes in doing what she does to not only bring uplift to her clients, but also to herself and her girls.

'girls might feel belittled, degraded or disrespected if they let themselves. if they put themselves in that position, then they absolutely will feel lesser for what they do, ' nikki said.

kavitha said she only wants to be around girls who enjoy the job for what it is.

'if at the end of the day you're going to go home and feel like shit, then i don't want to be a part of it. you have to genuinely like making the guys feel better, ' kavitha said. 'then you feel better. it's a mutual thing. '

however, with the good also comes the bad.

'i've been robbed, arrested, taken advantage of and hit. it's all part of the risks. there are no policies and regulations for prostitution. it's a free-for-all, ' she said.

there are some security measures they try to enact when they can, but ultimately the security measures can only do so much.

'in big cities with all girls and no men, we have security people watching on the outside. but when you're alone in a room with a guy, it doesn't matter what kind of security you have. it's you and him, ' she said.

kavitha and my girls take precautions and bring mace, switchblades and even take self-defense classes. she tells them that if it comes down to money, they should rather get ripped off than get raped or beaten.

'you can replace that money, ' kavitha said, 'but you can't replace yourself. '

then with the bad comes the ugly.

nikki revealed to me a darker part of her career.

'i've been caught for prostitution and i've had a police officer come in and take complete advantage of me, and then turn around and arrest me for it, ' she said.

the experience of having a police officer violate her was one that kavitha won't forget soon, if ever, she said.

'at that point in my life, i would have felt better getting raped and robbed by somebody else, but having a police officer. '

she said when the officer took her to court for prostitution she hired a good lawyer and got her case dismissed in court because of the fact that she had been raped. she said the officer didn't confess, but all the evidence was there and he couldn't deny it.

'but it's not just him, it's hundreds of officers taking advantage of girls, ' kavitha alleged.

legitimizing prostitution.

'if i would change anything about my job, it would be to make it legal, ' kavitha said.

kavitha said she believes that prostitution is illegal for the simple fact that the government cannot tax it.

'i just feel like there's so much that's ok and that's legal that is way worse than this, ' she said. 'if it's consensual, the guy wants to do it and the girl wants to do it, who is the government to say it's not ok? '

i can sympathize with her on this. it's difficult to work and pay tax just to have a police officer [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url] you, turn around and arrest you for it, and have the law punish you for other acts that have been completely consensual.

'it's absolutely ridiculous that they can't just let us do what we want, and because they can't tax it they're going to set up task forces that cost millions of rupees of tax money to stop something consenting adults want to do together, ' kavitha said.

parting our ways.

despite everything, nikki said she has no regrets.

'anything that's ever happened to me has made me stronger and built character, ' she said.

it has helped her go forward and teach other girls in the industry to help them realize what it really is, what it can be and what they may get out of it.

Satyriasis And Nymphomaniacs.

1. No Boys Allowed.

Did you know that the term nymphomania only applies to females? The male counterpart is called satyriasis. Both words are inspired by Greek mythology: nymphs are 'minor deities represented as beautiful maidens' and satyrs are 'woodland creature[s] depicted as having the pointed ears, legs, and short horns of a goat and a fondness for unrestrained revelry. ' I guess that's where the term 'horny' comes from?

Why are we all familiar with the term 'nympho' and not 'satyro'? Is it because a woman who is unable to control her sexual desires is more exciting or more newsworthy than a man with the same problem? More likely, it's because a willingness to engage in constant sexual activity is considered normal when it comes to men. In fact, historically, the female problem of nymphomania has been taken much more seriously than the male counterpart. Treatments have included 'cold baths, bromide sedatives, cauterization and, yes, clitoridectomy'

2. Too Much Of A Good Thing?

The book 'Nymphomania, A History' describes how doctors feared that 'eating rich food, consuming too much chocolate, dwelling on impure thoughts, reading novels, or performing 'secret pollutions' (masturbating). Overstimulated women's delicate nerve fibers and led to nymphomania. ' They were so worried about these delicate nerve fibers that 'one critic even feared that the use of the speculum itself might so excite a woman's passions that it could cause nymphomania'!

3. It's All In Her Head.

The same book quoted above also states that Phrenologists of the same time period thought 'an enlarged cerebellum. Indicated inordinate sexual appetite. ' A visit to phrenology. Org confirms that there are still people who believe in this study of head shapes. Phrenologists believe that 'the faculty concerned with physical love and sexual attraction [is] on the lower back of the head, behind the ears. ' The bigger your cerebellum, the bigger the back of your head- meaning you literally has too much sex in the brain. In contrast, The Encyclopedia of Psychology states that 'scientists now recognize that the shape of the skull does not relate to the shape of the brain. '

If you're a nymphomaniac you can decide for yourself: is that bump on the back of your head from your enlarged cerebellum or from repeated knocks against headboards, car interiors, and airplane bathroom walls?

4. Yesterday's Nymphomaniacs Are Today's Sex Addicts.

The term 'nymphomaniac' or 'nympho' is no longer recognized in the medical world. According to health. Discovery. Com 'the term. Is not scientifically meaningful simply because there are no specific criteria that would define a nymphomaniac. In other words, there isn't a way to determine how much sexual desire or activity is too much. ' Instead, a person whose sex drive is obsessively high is called 'hypersexual. ' Other words used are 'sexual addiction' and 'compulsivity. '

No longer used by medical professionals, the term nymphomaniac is still in use in our vocabulary. Urbandictionary. Com defines a nymphomaniac as 'a horny girl. Not to be confused with **** or skank where one's sexual dignity is pathetically low, nymphomania is simply related to an abnormally high sex drive. '

Abnormal is the key word here. Research has shown that only 'about 8% of the total population of men and 3% of women are sexually addicted [nymphomaniacs]' (allpscyh. Com).

5. Nymphos Are Sick.

In the past, both doctors and the patients who sought medical help believed that strong sexual desire in a woman was a symptom of disease. Self-control and moderation were central to the health of both men and women, but women's presumably milder sexual appetite meant that any signs of excess might signal that she was dangerously close to the edge of sexual madness. '

Headlines still support this belief that one false step will send a 'normal' woman spiraling into an over-sexed state.

In recent case, a nymphomaniac became the victim of her doctor's inappropriate bedside manner; he lost his license when he started paying house calls to his nymphomaniac patient. ('Indian-origin doc gets deregistered for having sex with 'nymphomaniac' patient',

6. Nymphomaniacs Are Not Great GirlFriendss.

A nymphomaniac GirlFriends might only be great material for a movie, a letter to Playboy, or a fantasy. Real life isn't as fantastic: at worst they have a serious medical condition; at best they are exhausting.

'Get what you can out of your relationship with a nymphomaniac woman – and be prepared to cut your losses in a hurry, and move on. Sleep with her quickly, and then vanish into thin air as if you were never there to begin with. '

What lovely advice! I'm sure all of you single ladies out there want this gentleman's phone number.

7. Nymphomania Is a Sin.

Nymphomania is not condoned. 'Then when lust has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and when sin is accomplished, it bring forth death' provides straightforward advice for 'men and women of all walks of life who struggle with addictions to pornography, masturbation, cybersex, and similar sexual practices. ' There are also sites specifically for women.

'There's the idea of a negative path to God. Instead of doing good, you do really bad. And arguably sin is a better path because you learn more deeply what it is you're dealing with. They say the worst sinners make the greatest saints.

8. Nymphomania Is Not A Sin.

'The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform'– And some see nymphomania as a route to redemption or a celebration of marriage. 'To teach married women to walk in sexual freedom with their husbands. '

'There is not really any 'good' and 'bad' there are just actions that bring us greater happiness and those that bring us greater pain, ' Addiction, including sexual addiction (for our purposes, nymphomania) is 'seen as an overactive desire sense, that has gone way beyond normal.

9. Its Not All Fun and Games.

While the idea of nymphomania has its obvious attractions, it can actually be very dangerous (and expensive). Also, while celebrity sex addicts make headlines and it all seems very exciting, I think it's important to note that '60% of sexual addicts were abused by someone in their childhood. '

Here are some negative consequences of sexually compulsive behavior:

Exposure to sexually transmitted diseases.

Debt.

Legal problems.

Damaged relationships (marriage, friends, family)

Interference with your work and social life.

Loss of reputation.

Vulnerability to anxiety and depression.

10. Nymphomaniacs Don't Even Enjoy Sex?

'I need sex for a clear complexion, but I'the rather do it for love. '

Think about it, if you are compelled to do something frequently, do you enjoy it? I mean, I love eating chocolate as a treat, but if that's all I did all day long I think I'the get bored of the flavor pretty fast! So what if you can't stop eating chocolate, even though you know you're hurting loved ones, your career, spending all your money, and possibly even sending yourself straight to hell?

'For many addicts, becomes a way to numb out painful feelings, kill time or stop feeling lonely, 'When Sex Becomes An Addiction'.

Street Prostitutes VS Call Girls or Escort Girls.

The Community Impact and the Self Esteem Difference of Street vs. Private Prostitution.

Street and off-street prostitution have very different effects on the surrounding community. Indoor prostitution has little, if any, negative impact on the environment and, if discreet, there is normally little public awareness of it

Street prostitution, by contrast, is associated with a host of problems, including disorderly conduct, sex in public places, discarding of condoms and syringes in public areas (public health hazards) , customer harassment of women on the streets, increased noise and traffic, and loss of business to merchants. Such adverse impact on communities explains why contemporary antiprostitution campaigns are largely directed at street prostitution rather than the indoor trade. In countless cities in the India and elsewhere, residents living near prostitution strolls have mobilized to drive prostitution off their streets. While local community groups have been known to exaggerate the problems associated with street prostitution in order to attract attention from the authorities, the problems they describe are largely confirmed by independent observers.

Although we need more research on indoor sex workers, the studies reviewed here provide strong evidence contradicting radical feminism's assertions about the universality of various harms in prostitution. The type of prostitution matters greatly. The evidence shows that, in general, the type of prostitution is the best predictor of worker experiences. Victimization and exploitation are highest among street prostitutes and among those who have been trafficked into prostitution, but other workers are much less vulnerable to violence, exercise more control over their work, and derive at least some psychological or physical rewards from what they do.

Self Esteem of Private Escort Girls vs. Street Prostitution.

Research on streetwalkers and call girls in Mumbai and brothel workers in Calcutta found that 97% of the call girls reported an increase in self-esteem after they began working in prostitution, compared with 50% of the brothel workers but only 8% of the streetwalkers.

Call girls expressed positive views of their work; brothel workers were generally satisfied with their work; but street prostitutes evaluated their work more negatively.

Similarly, a study of indoor prostitutes (most of whom worked in bars) in Mumbai found that three-quarters of them felt that their life had improved after entering prostitution (the remainder reported no change; none said it was worse than before; more than half said that they generally enjoy their work.

In The Chennai, three-quarters of indoor workers report that they enjoy their work. Research on 95 call girls in Bangalore found that they were generally emotionally healthy. All of the escorts took 'pride in their profession' and viewed themselves as 'morally superior' to others: 'they consider women who are not 'in the life' to be throwing away woman's major source of power and control [sexual capital], while they as prostitutes are using it to their own advantage as well as for the benefit of society. '

And a study found that half of call girls and brothel workers felt that their work was a 'major source of satisfaction' in their lives, while 7 out of 10 said they would 'definitely choose' this work if they had it to do over again.

Other studies of indoor work report that the workers felt the job had at least some positive effect on their lives or believed that they were providing a valuable service.

following girls on classifieds and clients confessions.

tonight i was on bangalore craigslist and ended up browsing the pages where women of the night advertise their services. many of the postings included pictures which i thought for sure couldn't be real. all of them included phone numbers, but fully half of them had already been removed as 'scams'.

my question is: what's the scam? what happens when you call? does someone who does not resemble the. jpg show up to your door? what happens then? are these even adult services or people looking to rob you? i guess i could've called myself just to see what happened, but didn't want them recording my phone number for any reason.

just to clarify, i'm not actually seeking a hooker or any illegal advice. i was just naively surprised that the pictures were not of broken-down, meth-ridden ladies, but women who looked like models. granted this is a large city so maybe there is a variety. i've never been with a hooker and not sure i've even see one in real life, which only encourages my fascination.

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the larger the city the less likely those hookers are exclusively broken down meth addicts. that said i doubt high-end call girls populate craigslist. but as i have no experience (i swear!) i couldn't say for certain.

as to seeing a hooker. a game that my friends and i have played in bangalore is to sit in the lobbies of high-end hotels in mg road and brigade road and look for 20-something women on the arms of 50-something men.

these women are likely (high-end) hookers. i'm pretty sure bangalore has some high-end hotels where this can be done.

i was just naively surprised that the pictures were not of broken-down, meth-ridden ladies, but women who looked like models.

i have met very few sex workers who looked like models, but i've met plenty of sex workers who are quite attractive in person and who looked absolutely gorgeous in their most flattering photographs.

people who advertise for clients for their sex work on craigslist are generally reasonably market-savvy and computer-savvy professionals, not people who are debilitated by out-of-control addictions.

the broken down meth addict hookers blow guys for inr 2000 / in an alley and don't use the interwebs to advertise their services. the inr 2000 / soish ladies will be quite normal to good looking. however many advertisers on craigslist will put photos of other people and misrepresent themselves. what happens when she shows up at your door and she looks nothing like the photo? well, you can either tell her to go away or invite her in. but these days many of the ladies advertising on craigslist are really traps set by the police so it is not the best way to procure a "date" for the evening.

for fun, you can use a tineye. com to compare said courtesan to other photos on the web. that is, the photo may be a porn actress you've never heard of, or that photo is advertised in every city in the country. how she can be in chennai, mysore and hyderabad, mumbai at the same time is beyond me. and like any other ad, if it sounds too good to be true, it is probably too good to be true. the call girls will troll the lounges of high end bars in hotels i realized i was getting old when these ladies started propositioning me.

mahesh

i had a roommate who told me her former clients were often surprised that she actually looked like her photo. this makes me think that most women don't match the photo. besides, the number may be for a service, and they may send over who is still available.

i had a friend who was a craigslist sex worker for a while. she worked through an agency so that, although the picture was of her (and the most flattering picture she had at that) , the phone number was the agency's. she didn't advertise very often; they were encouraged to gather a few regular clients and avoid making new ones, for the most part. when called, she would then try to get a feel for the prospective client, making sure he or she wasn't creepy. after that, they would first meet at a neutral, public location. sometimes, they would do this more than once before she decided to take someone on as a client. i recall her telling me that she was encouraged to bail out at any point if she felt uncomfortable and to let the agency know about it.

anyway, that's one way it works when it's not a scam. i don't know about how it goes on the scamming end.

nilesh.

some websites (maybe not craigslist) , ostensibly use a system to report back from clients to assure the photographs that sex workers use are genuine. i can imagine there is a strong incentive for both sides to weed out scams or fakers, even if they're not always successful. craigslist is probably more hit and miss, but i really don't know.

satish

craigslist's removal message is generic, so you have no way of telling whether it is prohibited, spam / overpost, mirep001egorized, etc. (there is no 'scam' option, btw) i am guessing since adult services has been removed in the last year, that all these posts are "prohibited".

aside from cop sting ops and sending an uglier girl than pictured, i don't think there's much of a scam to be had in prostitution; it's pretty profitable anyways.

babu.

aside from cop and sending an uglier girl than pictured, i don't think there's much of a scam to be had in prostitution people still work the badger game (where the would-be getting robbed instead of serviced) , actually.

ramesh.

through another ask me question, i discovered the blog of college callgirl. she didn't put her photo or phone number in her craigslist ad, but did put in text adverts and an email address. clients would then email and the negotiations (and photo exchanges) would begin. i think in one of her posts she talked about the ones who had photos and phone numbers were agency girls, and if 'shreya' (in the photo) wasn't available, the agency would try to send you some one else.

raj kumar.

well, the police, the undercover police officer asks you to meet her at a hotel, you go, she asks you what you want from the "menu," and then once you hand over the money, a bunch more police dudes and ladies bust in the door and arrest you.

ram.

some sex workers can be accused of false advertising, most will stretch their truth. but their body is their brand and it's in their best interest to attract as many enquiries as possible. they're betting that you'll be so overcome with anticipating horniness that you'll take the person that turns up even if they've stretched the truth.

and sometimes the scam is that you'll be robbed by some boofy bloke who now knows you are currently alone with possibly a few hundred cash on you, and possibly unlikely to call the police for fear of being exposed.

but please note:

they're called sex workers. it's a legitimate profession where you pay people for their services. my physio uses her body to manipulate mine. i'm in my underwear, there's oil involved and moans of delight and agony from me. and you would have seen sex worker in real life. they're everywhere and can look like your mum, sister, wife or grandmother. or uncle, father, brother. anyone really. pejorative language about sex workers and their work is unhelpful and marginalising.

salman reddy.

i was just naively surprised that the pictures were not of broken-down, meth-ridden ladies, but women who looked like models.

i'm surprised you're surprised. sex workers are everywhere, but i guess if you were not wise to the presentation and prevelence, you might not notice them. if you want to know how a typical cash for sex transaction takes place,

i get a lot of calls like the one you didn't want to make. someone posted my name, number and a presumably glowing review of my services as a sex worker on a site somewhere. sadly, the only paid services i provide are unrelated to the immediate wants and needs of these callers (i'm a web designer and developer) , but they have uniformly been polite and only about a third of them withhold their number.

raju.

having been a fashion photographer in another lifetime, i can tell you that not even all models are models. the camera is a funny thing, it distorts in most unpredictable ways. some women i photographed were (imho) downright freakish / ugly, but something about their facial bone structure worked for the camera. and of course, the #1 factor: makeup. i always worked with a team of makeup artists. what these folks could do would blow your mind. bottom line: the photos may be of the very woman you see at the door, even if she looks like nothing in the photo. if she's a pro who values advertising, she'll get photographed professionally, and at the end of that process may look like a different person. that's even before photoshop, which these days is routine

murali reddy.

there's a pretty large number of sex workers who actually don't do face-to-face meetings (rather, it's paid phone sex, sex texting, sex emails, etc). they advertise their services on craigslist using models' photos (usually just "real" looking enough to not seem like a pro) that they pay for on content sites specifically for this purpose. some workers are just paid promoters for larger company's offering phone / text services, and they hit craigslist and other, similar sites with ads suggesting they are available for face-to-face meetings when they are not. tips and tricks for getting around craigslist's phone / ip verifications are as rampant as seo tricks. so some of these "hookers" may not be hookers at all, but rather are selling something else entirely under a persona that's not really them.

raghu ram.

most of them are people trying to get by in a competitive and illegal business. so those pictures are often of them but often in better times: younger, more makeup, better lighting, a little photoshop, etc. sometimes they are representative and sometimes they are not; there is no hard and fast rule. as to what happens: typically you need to go to them (outcall) instead of them coming to you (incall) as they value their own safety a great deal more than yours. again individuals vary but a common technique is to have you drive to a location, get out of your car, then call them on your cell and they will tell you exactly what street address to go to.

search for phone numbers on cl or "police" for extra fun.

kumar shetty.

Rendezvous with a female escort.

"Spreading legs is a pride for us harlots rather than raising hands for alms".

Money had been a product of scarcity and most sorted by all human beings as we sluts seek the same money we had pursued in honesty to barter love and lust to get our money as we hustlers see some men going beyond the value of trust and honesty to amass the same power of money.

We hookers had an option in front of us before spreading our legs in our search for money.

Begging.

Borrowing.

Stealing.

We **** opted for either of it as we hussy women opted in honesty to seek our needs so we are in this trade of escorting pursuing a job in candour and to live in pride doing a job virtuously.

We sluts do the business of whorish in our best taking off our clothes and to be the best in what we need to as otherwise, we are women stately and modest as our persona requires.

We sluts in India are a victims on the eve of colonization as when the British exited out of India we were puzzled rats in the cage as during the colonel rule we were priceless angels for the invaders to nourish upon and cared less of our existence as it catered their needs and when we started to rule our self our men started to see us a castaways leading our plight to misery.

We, bimbo women, are never to be outcast as a vagabond in society as we are a necessity in any vibrant civilized dwellings.

We sluts prescribe a streak of strumpet in any chaste women or else she is a dead fish in her home leaving her man to stray around.

We hustlers are never foe to virtuous women as we are of the same breed just that we aliened our track in carrying more men than running our life with one man.

Running our life with many men is just a pace in our life as we cannot lust with men all over our life as our charm is a diminishing asset here.

Enmity with crusaders in neither our task as we hustlers are not fuming with anger with any of them as we harlots prefer minding our business in our short-lived life of a ****.

The choice of living life was never bestowed on any of us as we sluts have been steering the course of our life we had taken the path of whoring around with debauched men.

A man had never encountered in his mission of preying on multiple women neither is he slain for his doings as we women pursue the same doing of ravening men for our livelihood we get mutilated with words.

Massacring the trade of prostitution is an act of mass committing of the genocide of a breed of angels committed in their line of work of quelling a licentiousness infected man.

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Money had been a product of scarcity and most sorted by all human beings as we sluts seek the same money we had pursued in honesty to barter love and lust to get our money as we hustlers see some men going beyond the value of trust and honesty to amass the same power of money.

We hookers had an option in front of us before spreading our legs in our search for money.

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Borrowing.

Stealing.

We **** opted for either of it as we hussy women opted in honesty to seek our needs so we are in this trade of escorting pursuing a job in candour and to live in pride doing a job virtuously.

We sluts do the business of whorish in our best taking off our clothes and to be the best in what we need to as otherwise, we are women stately and modest as our persona requires.

We sluts in India are a victims on the eve of colonization as when the British exited out of India we were puzzled rats in the cage as during the colonel rule we were priceless angels for the invaders to nourish upon and cared less of our existence as it catered their needs and when we started to rule our self our men started to see us a castaways leading our plight to misery.

We, bimbo women, are never to be outcast as a vagabond in society as we are a necessity in any vibrant civilized dwellings.

We sluts prescribe a streak of strumpet in any chaste women or else she is a dead fish in her home leaving her man to stray around.

We hustlers are never foe to virtuous women as we are of the same breed just that we aliened our track in carrying more men than running our life with one man.

Running our life with many men is just a pace in our life as we cannot lust with men all over our life as our charm is a diminishing asset here.

Enmity with crusaders in neither our task as we hustlers are not fuming with anger with any of them as we harlots prefer minding our business in our short-lived life of a ****.

The choice of living life was never bestowed on any of us as we sluts have been steering the course of our life we had taken the path of whoring around with debauched men.

A man had never encountered in his mission of preying on multiple women neither is he slain for his doings as we women pursue the same doing of ravening men for our livelihood we get mutilated with words.

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