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11-03-23 09:15 #55
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11-20-20 05:40 #54
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10-02-19 08:47 #53
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"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.
We **** stick on to our line of work of neither begging or stealing or borrowing but pursuing a prided job of living in honesty the life of a hustler.
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12-17-11 07:44 #52
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.
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12-17-11 07:40 #51
Street Prostitutes VS Call Girls or Escort Girls
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.
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12-17-11 07:38 #50
Satyriasis And Nymphomaniacs
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'.
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12-17-11 07:36 #49
Love Lust and Money
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 [CodeWord123] 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.
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12-17-11 07:34 #48
Escort Shreya's Diary To my old clients
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.
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12-17-11 07:32 #47
Confessions of a Bussiness man in Bangalore
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.
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12-17-11 03:33 #46
Genuine offer for barter traders
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 [CodeWord125] 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.
Originally Posted by prsekharnair
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12-17-11 03:18 #45
Genuine offer for barter traders
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 [CodeWord125] 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.
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12-16-11 23:59 #44
Genuine offer for barter traders
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.
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12-14-11 08:00 #43
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 [CodeWord126], 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 [CodeWord123] 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.
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12-14-11 07:10 #42
Street Prostitutes VS Call Girls or Escort Girls
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.
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12-14-11 07:07 #41
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. '
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