I began working at an agency in the city, a woman ran it and she was fairly professional about it, I believe she had been running the business for about eight years. The company was fairly well known in the escorting world and it employed about nine escorts all really nice and attractive.
My first night was extremely busy, I was the new escort so every client I saw wanted to ease me in, I received bookings all evening as I was driven from one side of town to another, visiting one man after another. That day I took lots of showers I believed my flesh would start peeling off, I felt so gross after a while but after visiting ten punters , I made about £500 and that kind of made it easier to take.
A couple of weeks later when I was broken in, I was making about £2000 a week and that continued for the next few months, STDs had been a an issue and I was very surprised at the men that did not want to use protection, I was allowed to drop any man who didn't want to use one even when they changed their minds later... (you never know what they could get up to in the heat of the moment).
Even though I was always careful, sometimes condoms broke and I ended up catching clamydia a few times, if you have that amount of sexual intercourse regularly then it is bound to happen, thanks to the programs offered to hookers in London's sexual health clinics, I managed to have it cleared fast each time it happened.
I finally managed to get out of escorting when things went sour after a few more months, new hookers were recruited and the company had over 20 working girls, the money was not reliable enough anymore, I'd make a ton of cash a week, but then make nearly nothing for the following 3 weeks and still end up broke, It was rather exhausting physically, mentally and emotionally, I also got into a romantic relationship with someone and I was too afraid to say what I did for work, I found a lower paying regular job that I kept for sometime, surprisingly even when we separated with my then boyfriend, I sat down and said to myself, doing this for the money didn't make sense, I would need to live a double life from everyone I know, the health concerns and weekly health-checks, the emotional strain and pressure that comes with it particularly when you are still broke in the end anyway made it pointless, Its an experience I can confidently talk about now and am grateful I didn't catch anything serious.
img src="https://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/2117717/296985446/stock-photo-employment-employed-career-job-hiring-concept-296985446.jpg" align="right" width="214" style="padding:10px;"/] Why working girls should be legal: part of the presentation by prostitutes in London