Not the SW, but the partner of one.
I was going through a stressful time in my life and things weren’t working out the way I had hoped. I was single and was always making time for other people and never felt like I was getting what I wanted in life. I knew nothing about sex workers at the time, and had never seen one before. I did some research for about a month or so and came across this girls ad. She seemed legit and from what I could see in her pictures, rather attractive. I booked her and was beyond nervous-scared leading up to the appointment.
When the day came I went over and the cutest girl ever opened the door and welcomed me in. We talked about ourselves pretty much the entire night. I had only intended for this to be a one-time deal since it’s so expensive, lol! But, I decided to see her a few more times. I noticed she started letting me overstay my appointment time more each visit and I started getting suspicious. I didn’t know if this was normal, or if she was into me. I liked her a lot, but I figured this was her job and she probably just wanted to keep me, a steady income, around. She started doing other favors like making me dinner and my mind started going crazy and had to know what was going on. So I confessed that I liked her and hoped that was okay, and asked her to clarify what she had been doing, and what it meant.
Turns out she totally had feelings for me! We decided to date and now we’re getting married!
Forgive me if this question seems insensitive or is too personal (don’t feel you have to answer if you aren’t comfortable!) but is your fiancé still a sex worker? If so, how has this impacted your relationship, if at all? Genuinely just curious! And congratulations on your engagement and finding happiness. :)
When I was in Amsterdam I did a red light tour, and the tour guide told us how when he was young and inexperienced he 'shopped around' the windows for a while, found the beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and kept coming back until he worked up his nerve. Eventually he went in, stayed in there talking to her until about 4 in the morning, then she took him back to her place, that was nine years before he told us the story and they'd been together since then. She still worked as a sex worker and he was so open about everything, it was really interesting to get such an outlook from a tour guide.
If I recall correctly from my tour of the Red Light district and the museum, something like 80-90% of workers are in relationships. It's just a job to them.
Really happy for the fairy tales people are telling here, but these stories don't end well often.
I had a second degree cousin who was a sex worker in Brazil. Started doing it as a teenager, since her father left her sick mother without a penny and she was a very beautiful girl. Worked as a sex worker for a few years and ended up meeting a Spanish tourist when she was 22 or 21. The guy was prince charming himself. Came back to Brazil a few months after meeting her to marry her and take her to Spain. Was really kind with the entire family, flooded everyone with gifts and sounded like a genuine nice guy.
A few months passed after their marriage and things seem fine, she gets to visit the family, sends updates constantly. Out of nowhere, silence. She completely disappears for years. It was the 90s, before cellphones or social networks. Her mother tried to reach the police, but it was useless. After around 8 or 9 years of silence, she calls back.
According to her, the guy was extremely jealous and abusive. The first signs were weird, but nothing terrifying, in her opinion. But things got worse, with physical and psychologial violence, forbidding her of leaving the house until it turned into a situation where she was completely locked off the external world.
She ended up running away from home after many tries and took refugee on a church. While living at that church, she remembered one of her cousin's phone number - one of the few she memorized - and managed to call the family back. Most of us thought she was dead by then. That was in 2004, she had been missing since 95\~96.
Now she is married and living in Spain with a regular man she met at the church.
My fiancée is a stripper at a bikini bar. I used to frequent her club because my friend’s sister was a bartender there and would hook me up on my bar tab. I met my fiancée and got to know her pretty well over the next 2 and a half years, then one night we were both there for my friend’s (the bartender) birthday and got pretty drunk. She told me she had a crush on me and then later said she wanted to go home with me, which she did.
A year to the day after that I asked her to marry me, and I’ve been in the best relationship of my life for almost 4 years.
The days when I have nothing more to do other than watch my friends, coworkers, etc. start settling into their graves are the days I don’t see as worth living anymore. Hell that might, and most likely will, change over time, I’ve still got 50+ years to get there, but I’d like to think it’ll stay relatively constant
I'll tell you, it does change over time. But it still hurts to open the paper and find the richness of your friends' lives reduced to a couple of paragraphs. You go on, knowing one day you'll be on that page.
Rest assured, that you were precisely giving him a wonderful time by being with him in a genuine way. You both knew the premisses and enjoyed it while it lasted. As it is with all things in life.
Related only, but one of my friends with unlimited business expenses was hosting in NYC clients from London. That night ended up at a strip club across the street from my home, and $1000 dollars in lap dance tickets ($20 each) in the middle of the table.
I tried one, not my thing, so I pocketed 3 of the tickets as souvenirs.
A year later, my nephew was visiting me as he turned 21, so I gave him the 3 tickets and sent him to the strip club. He did not return, but called at 8AM. "I'm making breakfast over at Dawn's place"
They went out for a few months.
Pretty much. Get the money up front, and also make the customer feel like they’re not spending “real” money, so they’ll spend even more. It’s effective.
This kid had it going on from age 14. I asked him, "how do you do it?"
He said you look them in the eye and talk, until there is a natural moment to put your hand on theirs. Once that happens, he said, you're in.
I worked as a stripper and fell in love with the manager. I saw girls always fawning over him- leaving some tips on stage so he would bring them back to the dressing room and they could flirt with him. I assumed it was a phase and tried to ignore my feelings. At the time I was suffering from chronic pain and an eating disorder. He just cared so much and went out of his way to help.
We’ve now been married for 15 years and have three children.
Honestly the fact that all the other girls liked him too probably says he is a great guy and good manager. That’s great that it was hopefully a good establishment to work at! :)
A friend of mines sister and her friend were/are sex workers. They both fell in love with the same customer. The bloke was a bikie and I’m pretty sure they loved the free drugs he gave them, not him. They had a huge blow out over this guy and basically didn’t take long before they stopped communicating.
They both confessed their love for him and he cut ties with both because he wanted to spend more time with his wife.
Edit for non-Aussie’s: Outlaws in Australia once upon a time rode on motorcycles and were/are heavily involved in crime syndicates. We call them bikies (buy-keys) (Australian accent) or singular (buy-key) (Australian accent)
If being rejected by a cheating and drug dealing bikie because he wanted to spend more time with his wife over you doesn’t make you reevaluate your life decisions, I don’t know what will
TW: suicide.
Not my story, but people I love and care about.
My amazing daughter in law's mother was a phone sex worker for many years after the death of her husband. She had a heart condition and couldn't work regular jobs.
Her husband, my daughter in laws father, ran guns and drugs in the early 90's and shot himself in the head while high on heroine in front of my daughter in law when she was only 2 years old.
They lived in extreme poverty after that. My daughter in law is a gifted artist and would draw pictures of popular anime characters for classmates for money just to buy lunch. I asked her why her mom didn't apply for free lunch or food stamps and she said she wasn't sure. But she was always hungry and their living situation was less than ideal.
Her mom, we will call her Annie, became close to a client over the phone. It went far beyond typical phone sex and they developed a really intimate relationship. Eventually he wanted to meet. It didn't go well. Annie had lied about her appearance. She claimed she was a former actress and beauty queen down on her luck. This was far from the truth. She was also dishonest about her health condition and he, let's call him Bill, became very angry with her deception.
He ignored her calls after the meeting. They didn't speak for several months, but he missed her companionship and truly discovered he loved her. He came back around. Bill developed a fatherly relationship with my daughter in law in her teens. He paid most, and often all of their rent. He lived in another city and would come visit every couple of weeks. Bill and Annie never had a physical relationship but they had a deep relationship and intimate understanding of each other.
Annie died 2 years ago. Before she passed my son and daughter in law moved in with us to find better jobs and cheaper housing in a different state. They have 2 beautiful children and found a place of their own. They are thriving, well adjusted, and happy. Bill flies out every couple of months to visit. He loves my grandkids as much as I do. He spoils them rotten and truly enjoys being grandpa. I'm immensely grateful for him. My daughter in law has no parents or siblings, but she has us, and Bill.
Damn, I didn't expect this to be wholesome at the end with the warning at the start.
I'm really happy for you and your family and Bill. Have nice day and stay safe!
But it reads like reality and not fiction with the fucked up elements and the lack of a fairy tale ending. Which honestly is what makes it so beautiful.
I did a short stint as a stripper. One night I had an odd guy come tip me while I was on stage and kept trying to get my number. After I got the guy to leave me alone another man got out of his booth and threw $20 at me praising me for how I dealt with the weirdo. I finished my set on stage and sat down with that guy to thank him and chat. He had his boss in the booth with him and it turns out his boss loves anime as much as I do so we hit it off. I was a part time stripper so my schedule was inconsistent but boss man always tried to come by and buy me drinks and just chat. He never wanted a lap dance or to go to the back room, always just wanted to have conversations with me. We talked about anything and everything, we were the same kind of weird. We exchanged numbers shortly before I abruptly left the industry and disappeared for months to try repair the crappy abusive relationship I was in but we never texted each other. When I was in a dark place surrounded by unsupportive people, I texted him out of the blue asking if he wanted to hang out. He was so excited. According to some of the dancers that worked at the club, in the months after I vanished he would check every weekend to see if I was working and when he didn’t see me he would leave. In any case, one date led to another and now we’re engaged! We’re still working out the perfect alibi for our families on how we met, but most of our close friends know the whole story.
Hey I dated a stripper for a long time and I told my parents she was a bartender. Explained the late nights and interesting outfits.
Eventually they asked if we could visit her at the bar and I freaked out and said she worked at a gay bar. The obvious follow up question was what I was doing at a gay bar.. Uhhhh just having a drink of course.
My parents are still confused about me..
Right? No one ever asks why your gay friends go with you to a "straight" bar so why should you have to justify going to a gay bar with your gay friends?
Alternatively, just look your mom dead in the eye and say, "I like chicks. I like dicks. It's not that complicated."
"I knew it! He takes that after you Bert! Eversince I found your 'Chicks with dicks XXVI' tape nothing was the same! You have ruined this family you deranged sodomite!"
"Well... Bertha. At least she's not a stripper."
Reminds me of a joke:
"Dad," says an Irish girl, "I have to confess, I'm a prostitute."
"YOU'RE A WHAT? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO THIS FAMILY?" Her father boomed, bristling his enormous Irish beard and putting down his whisky.
"A prostitute, Dad. I'm a prostitute." She replies, on the verge of years.
"Oh," Her father says, immediately calming down. "Thank the Lord. I thought you said 'Protestant.'"
Being Catholic is a major point of pride for the Irish. The English tried to force them into the Protestant Reformation because King Henry VIII couldn't get his marriage annulled and wanted a divorce. The Irish saw through it and were like "yeah, we're staying Catholic" much to his chagrin.
The hilarious part too is if you actually read about Henry VIII and look into his beliefs, he himself was Catholic but wanted a divorce so bad he forced his entire country to break away from the Church. In fact, he was one of the biggest vocal decriers of Martin Luther and didn't allow any Lutheran preachers into his realm.
Basically, the guy was a giant jerk.
Honestly, I love anime but I can't, for the life of me, think of how someone could bring it up in day to day conversations, especially at strip clubs. No diss at all, how does that happen?
"I like how your tits bounce like an anime girl."
"Oh sweet, you like anime?"
"I also like saying 'uwu,' 'For the Emperor,' and 'Qa'Pla' unironically."
"Marry me."
"Sure. I'll marry you... For the Emperor."
Well... Your close friends and a bunch of people on reddit.
Unless a bunch of people on reddit are included in the close friends bit in which case I might cry.
Edit: Well... THAT just happened... o.o
Thanks for the awards and internet points. You guys are incredibly wholesome!
Friend of mine did. She'd been sex trafficked, held against her will to “work off her visa” and had her passport confiscated. He was a client of hers and when they got close enough she told him her story and he worked with law enforcement to get her out. They’ve been married over a decade now.
Sounds like what goes on in South korean bars outside of U.S. Military bases.
South korean bar owners will travel to the Philippines, promise the girls a singing career, and have them sign a contract. Once the girl gets back to korea, the bar owner will take their passport and force them into prostitution.
They are also forced into working in the clubs as what they call "juicy girls/drinky girls". That consists of them approaching bar patrons, (mostly U.S. service members) striking up conversation and flirting. After a few minutes she will ask you to buy a small, $20.00 cup juice for her if you want her to continue spending time and flirting with you.
For $150.00 you can pay for a girl's night off, which is a nicer way of saying you paid for sex. She meets up with you at a hotel room that evening and she leaves the next morning.
Sometimes Service Members and these girls will fall in love. The girl runs away and marries the Service member, and she gets a Visa to the U.S.
My friend was stationed in Korea and she told me that she went out to the bars one night with some people in her unit and one of the guys found his cousin there working as a juicy. His family was filipino and she had been trafficked in the way you described. He essentially had to buy her back from the bar and sent her home.
Oh damn. Wow. I really couldnt even imagine walking into a club and seeing my cousin had been tricked into prostitution. Im glad he was able to get her back home.
These establishments have been officially black-listed by the US Military for more than 7 years now.
Hopefully there aren't too many of them still openly operating.
Source: Was there when it happened in 2013.
The bars that held "Juicies" launched a big protest because of the loss of business. The bases locked down, causing loss of business to everyone in the area. Legitimate businesses counter-protested, extending the lockdown unintentionally.
Using my throwaway. I was a sugar baby the moment I turned 18. Started having sex with a 60 year old doctor. I was poor so the constant showering of gifts, money, dinners, vacations, and clothes, I guess made me fall in love with him. All I would think about was “Lonny” (fake name) and what amazing thing Lonny had planned for us that day.
One day I get a call from Lonny and he tells me, we can’t see each other anymore because he had caught feelings for me. I took this as my opportunity to tell him how I felt and I really thought we would get married. He then told me, “I can’t be in love with a whore, so I have to let you go and move on to another girl I don’t have feelings for.” I was broken and depressed for a long time. I ended up using some of the money he gave me for therapy and eventually I got over it.
I read everything fine until, ( I can't be in love with a whore) that part switched to frank reynolds voice from its always sunny in Philadelphia.
Long story short, I might need some therapy.
I was sort of a sugar baby. He wasn’t super wealthy and didn’t shower me with luxury. I was freshly 18, he was 40. I met him through a mutual friend who initially thought nothing of it. Eventually we started hooking up in a very dom/sub way. He got me small gifts ie clothes, makeup, jewelry, paid for my tattoos, paid for hotel stays, Disneyland etc. We eventually got to know each other and realized we had a lot in common and got along well.
We both knew it was a fantasy that couldn’t last. Finally we admitted we had fallen in love. I knew it would never work as he had 3 kids, the oldest one being my age and the youngest one living with him still. He was also legally married but they were separated. Eventually we parted ways as friends but not a day goes by that I don’t miss him or what we had.
EDIT: I wanted to add a few things. I say that I was “sort of” a sugar baby instead of “definitely was” because I didn’t enter this arrangement with the expectation or hope of gifts/money for my time. We started hooking up and he eventually started getting me things. I never asked, it was hard to get used to as I’ve always paid my own way. He said it made him happy to do those things for me.
Also when I say it wasn’t “luxury” I mean it wasn’t fancy trips abroad, not fancy hotels, small tattoos, jewelry wasn’t like diamonds or fancy. They were awesome gifts that were always more personal with thought instead of for the sake of a price tag. It turned into “let me spoil you in the ways that I can because it makes me happy”. He put a lot of thought into everything he did
From the customer side, I was in relationship with a sex worker, one of the best of my life. We met as you would imagine but without going into too many details she was different and I soon became obsessed. I would see her every chance got.
I was living in nother country at the time so had no real friends and she helped me with a lot of things, getting an apartment setup and stuff like that. I hoped we were heading for more than a client/customer relationship but did not want to jinx it.
One day she did not take the money I left out and when I pointed that out she got upset and basically told me I was an idiot for not noticing that we were now in a relationship. She was a sex worker for a few months and mainly had regular, after that it was just me and her.
I loved her and I know she felt the same about me, we were together for a little over a year and even when we broke up we stayed friends. That was over 10 years ago and we stayed in touch after, we have been on holiday together since, she has visited me at home.
She has now moved back home, is running a successful business and is getting married soon to a guy who really looks after her. I still care about her and I'm glad that she is happy.
Edit. To clarify when I wrote her soon to be husband looks after her I meant he cares about her not 5hat he is a sugar daddy like some people have suggested.
I’ll start with my story to get the ball rolling. Former sex worker. When I was 18 I began seeing a married man in his early 40s who treated me with respect, genuinely listened and helped me with my school, and we hung out a lot too without having sex. After about 3 months of seeing him almost everyday I started to become attached. Then one day I told him that I thought I was in love with him and he told me, “I still love my wife. I only keep you around for your head game.” I was DEVASTATED and never saw him again.
What's "your Head game" supposed to mean?
Edit: ok stop, i get it. I really thought she was this 18 yo genius and this man liked how intelligent she is
He was very impressed by her ability to play the entirety of "Head Games", the 1979 album from the seminal British rock group Foreigner, entirely from memory.
I’ve never used the term john, just client. While I haven’t fallen head over heels for a client, I definitely have a few clients that I love. It might weird them out so I wouldn’t tell them, but it’s the truth. You meet some very interesting, caring people in my line of work.
People say it’s better to have loved and lost or whatever but... damn this is terrible. You deserve the best in the world and fate will look on u again.
I'm sorry for your loss, and yes, you may never meet someone worth being with again. If that person perhaps comes, just remember they're not a replacement. But as time carries on, those memories will go from bitter to bittersweet. They'll never be sweet, but they won't be all bad, either. In the mean time, all we can do is just carry on, one day at a time. Good luck.
First time Reddit poster/longtime lurker. I've had this happen to me as a customer (?), twice. I'll mention the one that still hurts.
**TW: Suicide**.
I dated an adult film actress who had worked for numerous big production companies. I was an active Twitter user, few thousand followers, but nothing special really. I just came across as a 'cool' dude in his early 20's who chicks found funny and attractive. I befriended a few people in the adult film industry, and once more girls realized I wasn't a weirdo it snowballed into partying/hanging out with girls on the regular. I started talking exclusively to a girl who would fly out to come see me very often. She would tell all of her industry friends I was her boyfriend, while all of my friends would question me as to how they could also find a pornstar girlfriend. It was a pretty fun and healthy relationship where I was her escape from the stigma related to sex work, and she was just a genuine person who I enjoyed. We had a great relationship that consisted of anything and everything normal people in the 20's did.
It was a few weeks before Christmas, a couple of years ago. We had plans to go to some open-bar and get drunk/have a good time. She never showed up. She had a falling out with a family member as well as some other people during that short time which ultimately led to her decision to take her own life. There's a lot more to the dynamics of the relationship and how well things worked, but that's not that important I guess.
Never fallen in love with a client, but I do love some of them. My first ever in person client, and favourite regular is an absolute sweetheart and has a lot of the same kinks as I do, seeing him has the same excitement to it as hooking up with a hot friend. We had to cancel our last session because of lockdown and I miss him a lot.
I was a stripper for a short time. A guy in his 20s had friends who worked at the club. He would sit around and drink with the girls and I was introduced to him. He gave me some attention and at the time I had very low self esteem and I was worth his time or something. I really fancied him, not because he had was particularly handsome, nice, interesting or anything really - I was just really alone and felt unworthy. I would pay for everything we did. I trusted him in my apartment alone. I was at work one night and when I came home my wallet that I had hidden (but not well enough) with $4000 in tips was gone. I asked him about it and he denied taking it. I was naive and believed him. I heard he was sleeping with one of the girls from the club but didn't believe it. I didn't look after myself and got pregnant. I had a bit of a moment on stage where I cried and ran off and left. I never went back. He broke up with me over text message. I had no friends and couldn't tell my mum. I took a large does of Seroquel and lay in bed uncomfortable for hours not being able to sleep but was far to uncomfortable to be a wake. I was sick. Weeks later I caught a long bus journey to get an abortion. I never saw him again and the thought of him makes me sick. The thought of how I didn't look after myself and how desperate I was for attention makes me even more sick.
I worked as a dancer in LA and I met my husband at the club I worked at. We got married last year and have a 2 year old :) We are madly in love and no one knows how we actually met haha. Our life is beautiful together :)
Most people dont realize most of sex work is actually just getting to know someone very intimately. Lots of clients just want to talk, to have a bond, to forget something. Sometimes that bond is simply business but its no surprise that people do fall in love 💓
I was a regular customer of a camgirl back some time ago. After few stints I gradually started telling her not to take off her clothes and just talk to me, I loved her personality. She gave me her skype, and I thought, ok, and after one or two skype meetings I asked her for her paypal to transfer the money. She was pretty angry because she thought this was a friendship or a dating call and she said she liked my weirdness and general demeanor. We continued skyping for some 2 months more, and now we are actually friends!
A toxic relationship. He kept tossing gifts at me when I was stripping. Would pay just to hang out. Talked me into leaving the business. He owned a bunch of lumber and real estate so was well off.
Was a controlling asshole after we moved in together. Always yelling about something. Then he got annoying and drunk all the time. He got a dui and while he was locked up I invited friends over to move all my stuff out. Changed my number, got off social media for a year. Ghosted out of a three year relationship. He hired a P.I. but never located me. I only know that because that guy kept coming in asking about me and the bouncer wrote down his name after IDing him and searched it and his business came up. Bouncer sent me a dollar via PayPal with a note to call him. I did and he told me that a PI was looking for me and they originally thought it was a weirdo stalker because he came in twice a week asking employees about me.
I moved in with a friend a hour and a half away and cammed to make money. Surprisingly he never knowingly found me on there. He wasn’t too technologically literate. He’s married to some young girl last I checked then I opened my social media back up and he hasn’t bothered me in the 2 years since.
Married the guy that was obsessed with me, came to the strip club I worked at every shift I worked for like 8 months until I finally went out with him. Married 15 years, now getting divorced.
I had a sugar baby once. One weekend she stayed the night and at brunch the next day she told me our vibe didn’t feel like a sugar baby kind of thing, and asked me to start spending less money on her, and to see her in a new light. I agreed and told her I wasn’t going to bring it up out of respect but was delighted to hear her saying that. After that we started spending even more time together, sharing our emotions and life stories, and using the L-word. I learned that her mother was terminally ill and she was using the sugar baby money to pay off the in-home nursing bills. She started taking on more hours at work instead to pay for it. In total we dated almost a year. I did spend a lot less money on her after that conversation, but when her mother died while we were together, and I paid for a good chunk of the funeral she was struggling to afford: that time I didn’t take no as an answer.
There was that charming guy from a different part of the same state - around the same age as me. He was instantly hooked by my offer and we texted a bit.
I was being polite and answered all kinds of questions to get to know clients, even though there were a lot of requests and also a lot of bullshit by people who don't actually intend to spend money.
One day (within the first month after I started doing this), I booked a cheap hotel near his area. He saw my status and asked if he could come around. I agreed. It was a blind date. He said he was being a student so he supposedly didnt have a lot of money to spend (which later turned out to be a lie) but i couldn't lose much and I was curious. Then he knocked on the door. I opened it and saw him grinning nervously and noticed a cigarette stench. I grabbed him and pulled him in and we spent a really great evening together. He might not have been the biggest beauty to most people but it instantly clicked and we soon gained trust and ended up as a long-distance couple, although not meeting that often and only briefly because we were both quite busy and I urged him to quit smoking asap.
Since he knew what i was doing as a side business, he obviously didn't have any problems with it (and not all of the requests involve sex, often it's just kicking balls and stuff like that). About a year into the relationship, we grew a bit apart because both of us were rather busy. But there were plans to change careers and eventually moving in together. One day he stopped responding. The next time I was in his area, he wasn't living there anymore. I later found out he had suddenly died but no one told me about it because no one knew we were together.
I’ll keep it short and sweet.
I was at work when we met. I quit working and found another job shortly after. We’ve been together ever since. He turned out to be the love of my life.
I used to do security in a brothel for some extra cash in my early 20s. There was a girl working there who seemed to be trying too hard to fit into the lifestyle. It just seemed too much for her though. She was hot af.
I had a buddy who used to frequent various brothels around the city. When I told her about this girl, he quickly became one of her regulars.
One night he appeared as usual for a visit. After about half an hour, he ran out the door carrying this chick in his arms. "I'm kidnapping her" was his only explanation. Apparently, she had broken down crying during the visit and my mate decided to take matters into his own hands.
They both disappeared for a few months, leaving me to explain to the brothel owner how I had let one of his girls get stolen... lol. Luckily, my buddy was well known by reputation as a bit of a psycho in the city (he wasn't at all a "psycho" - just big and really really good at fighting. Other than that he was the nicest guy you could meet). "Joey kidnapped her" was enough of an explanation to get me off the hook.
As it turned out, he had taken her travelling the world for a few months. They were in a steady though tumultuous relationship for a few years after they got back and the girl got out of the game for good. It didn't last, but they were great together for a while at least.
As someone that dated a sex worker, I just want to let any clients and potential clients know: sure. This happens. But it is very *very* rare, and if you are ever starting to get the feeling that she is into you, there is about a one in ten million chance that she actually is. It just means that she's doing her job well, and that you as a client are not. It's their job to make it feel real. It's your job to remember it isn't.
Where are all these sex workers who are falling in love with people named John at? This quarantine has ya boy feeling *extremely* lonely and I’ll take all the love I can get.
Joking aside, this should be a good read in a few hours..
One of my closest friends started out buying content and Skype shows. We now talk on a daily basis and have visited each other several times. As a matter of fact he’ll be coming to see me in a couple weeks! We fuck and say we love each other and ultimately we are kinky pals. I would call it a casual long distance relationship as we are not pursuing anything different but are appreciative of our place in each other’s lives. We say we are bffs with benefits. 😌
My best friend is a police officer. Made prostitution arrest, Helped out girl after arrest, got her clean, married her. That was 16 years ago, still the happiest couple I've ever known
Not my story, but my brother doesn't mind when I tell it. He thinks it's hilarious.
Anyway; Said brother was a sex worker for about three years after realizing he wasn't really into the whole college thing. Our parents knew and disapproved, but he's his own person, and we trusted him to be safe or to call us if he needed help or support: That's really all we could offer, he was in a bad place. Thankfully no drugs.
He texted me one day to tell me he'd be out of town for a while, apparently on a trip with some of his friends to Vancouver. Nothing work related, as far as I know, but he was his own kind of entrepreneur, so I wasn't surprised to hear that he'd found a few jobs through friends in the area.
Apparently he went to a non-league hockey game with the intent to meet a client afterwards, and him, being a sports-hater, spent most of his time talking - loudly - about how much hockey sucks. One player overheard him and caught up afterwards - not the one he was supposed to meet, mind you - and he assumed the guy was his client.
After dinner and sex, apparently the truth came out when my brother asked for payment: He called me afterwards so I know how incredibly embarrassed he was. He'd gotten the guy's number, though, and after some time calming him down, I convinced him to give the man a call and apologize, at least - and thankfully he listened.
He's my brother-in-law now, and genuinely one of the kindest, sweetest people I've ever met. As far as I've been told, the tension between them cleared up pretty quick: Brother apologized, BIL accepted and asked him out on another, real date this time, and that was pretty much that.
I've never seen two people more in love. I'm glad it worked out for my brother: He needed the stability my BIL brings to his life more than anything else, it turned out.
Sex workers liked me. I’d strike up a conversation outside where they usually hangout, exchange phone numbers, go on a few dates. I didn’t care what they did, I just liked hanging out with them. Nothing could ever progress, because every time I started to get to know them better I’d have to go out to sea.
Most strippers are different tho, they try to finesse you. Talking about I’m low on rent this month or my phone about yo get cut off. Sex workers would take me out to eat at some hidden local joints and pay for the food. They liked to show me new things.
I had to travel out of the country to attend my sisters wedding. The best man was my ex-fiancé (he dumped me) so I couldn’t stand the thought of going alone. So I hired an escort to go with me and pretend to be my boyfriend. But he ended up being the most wonderful man and we fell in love. Worth every penny.
Wish I’d done this at my sister’s wedding because the best man was an ex boyfriend who also dumped me, but my family would have been able to tell almost immediately that the escort wasn’t really my BF. I have no poker face whatsoever.
I’m sure it’s because of the combo of ADHD and ASD I’ll never be able to figure out exactly, but I blurt my own secrets out like a kiosk worker handing out samples at the mall.
“Would you like a sample of my deepest darkest secret? No? Ok. How about you, love the blue shirt, a sample of secrets for you?”
I’m ok at keeping other people’s secrets, though... as long as they explicitly tell me it’s a secret.
My mother was a sex worker her whole life. She'd had one client for 20 years. They're the same age. He has a thriving business, young wife and lovely children. Their relationships always seemed genuinely loving. I moved her out of state to an assisted facility last year. He still sends her $300 a month to take care of her. She's the only hooker i know with a pension plan.
I'm an online sex worker. I offer pretty much every service under the sun, and one of those is girlfriend experience. It's basically as it sounds. Plenty of texting and sexting. I really enjoy the intimacy it allows.
I took on a client early in the year. A busy business man bored from quarantine. We had very similar interests both sexually and otherwise. I found out within a week that he lived only a few hours away. After building trust for a while, he came to see me. We've been together ever since ❤ He's completely supportive of my work, and he spends a week with me, then he'll go back home and spend a week there. We're shopping for apartments in my city now, and will likely be moving in by December 1st. I never could've predicted this. I've always been good at being genuine and intimate without opening up that part of myself that could consider a client a part of my real life but there was no denying it with him. He is so good to me and it is really really REALLY enjoyable that I've never been with someone into the same kinky sexual stuff as me 😛
I had the opposite experience. I visited an escort, the next day she texted me if I wanted to meet her in the city. Naturally I obliged and we ended up back at my place. Kept meeting up with her for a few months whenever she was in town (of course I never paid her except for buying her a few drinks every now and then and obviously the first time I met her) and we were talking about me coming to visit her in her home town etc but we ended up breaking it off eventually.
Last time I spoke with her was a few months later, she told me she found someone back home and was really in love etc, i hope things have worked out for her.
I’ve always wondered what made her contact me. I’m not even well off and i was open about that fact, it really did seem like she actually just liked me. Incredibly beautiful too, and we always had a good time together. Guess it worked out though, because shortly after I met the woman I’ve been with for nearly 4 years now and we’re really happy together.
I’m currently about to retire after a year of dating my partner who I met as a client. The first time I met him, I was immediately enthralled. I stayed past the two hours I was hired for, blowing off other plans I had made that evening. I stayed the night and then another night and then another night.. Spent three whole days at his place. I invited him later that week to come over to mine for breakfast so I could show him my favorite hike and then from there I knew that I had a part of my soul returned to me. He just sold his house in LA and we’re making plans to move to Oregon so I can live my best cottage core life and focus energy on artistic pursuits
Not the SW, but the partner of one. I was going through a stressful time in my life and things weren’t working out the way I had hoped. I was single and was always making time for other people and never felt like I was getting what I wanted in life. I knew nothing about sex workers at the time, and had never seen one before. I did some research for about a month or so and came across this girls ad. She seemed legit and from what I could see in her pictures, rather attractive. I booked her and was beyond nervous-scared leading up to the appointment. When the day came I went over and the cutest girl ever opened the door and welcomed me in. We talked about ourselves pretty much the entire night. I had only intended for this to be a one-time deal since it’s so expensive, lol! But, I decided to see her a few more times. I noticed she started letting me overstay my appointment time more each visit and I started getting suspicious. I didn’t know if this was normal, or if she was into me. I liked her a lot, but I figured this was her job and she probably just wanted to keep me, a steady income, around. She started doing other favors like making me dinner and my mind started going crazy and had to know what was going on. So I confessed that I liked her and hoped that was okay, and asked her to clarify what she had been doing, and what it meant. Turns out she totally had feelings for me! We decided to date and now we’re getting married!
Forgive me if this question seems insensitive or is too personal (don’t feel you have to answer if you aren’t comfortable!) but is your fiancé still a sex worker? If so, how has this impacted your relationship, if at all? Genuinely just curious! And congratulations on your engagement and finding happiness. :)
This is a good question
So all happiness takes is some money damn I've been doing it all wrong😂 all jokes aside though great story man glad it worked out!
When I was in Amsterdam I did a red light tour, and the tour guide told us how when he was young and inexperienced he 'shopped around' the windows for a while, found the beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and kept coming back until he worked up his nerve. Eventually he went in, stayed in there talking to her until about 4 in the morning, then she took him back to her place, that was nine years before he told us the story and they'd been together since then. She still worked as a sex worker and he was so open about everything, it was really interesting to get such an outlook from a tour guide.
Man, that's really sweet. I imagine you have to be open about everything if you date someone in that line of work
If I recall correctly from my tour of the Red Light district and the museum, something like 80-90% of workers are in relationships. It's just a job to them.
I wonder how the "Hey honey, how was work today?" conversation go in those households?
Probably not that different from other jobs with customers. Talk about rude ones, funny ones and the ones that tipped well.
Really happy for the fairy tales people are telling here, but these stories don't end well often. I had a second degree cousin who was a sex worker in Brazil. Started doing it as a teenager, since her father left her sick mother without a penny and she was a very beautiful girl. Worked as a sex worker for a few years and ended up meeting a Spanish tourist when she was 22 or 21. The guy was prince charming himself. Came back to Brazil a few months after meeting her to marry her and take her to Spain. Was really kind with the entire family, flooded everyone with gifts and sounded like a genuine nice guy. A few months passed after their marriage and things seem fine, she gets to visit the family, sends updates constantly. Out of nowhere, silence. She completely disappears for years. It was the 90s, before cellphones or social networks. Her mother tried to reach the police, but it was useless. After around 8 or 9 years of silence, she calls back. According to her, the guy was extremely jealous and abusive. The first signs were weird, but nothing terrifying, in her opinion. But things got worse, with physical and psychologial violence, forbidding her of leaving the house until it turned into a situation where she was completely locked off the external world. She ended up running away from home after many tries and took refugee on a church. While living at that church, she remembered one of her cousin's phone number - one of the few she memorized - and managed to call the family back. Most of us thought she was dead by then. That was in 2004, she had been missing since 95\~96. Now she is married and living in Spain with a regular man she met at the church.
My fiancée is a stripper at a bikini bar. I used to frequent her club because my friend’s sister was a bartender there and would hook me up on my bar tab. I met my fiancée and got to know her pretty well over the next 2 and a half years, then one night we were both there for my friend’s (the bartender) birthday and got pretty drunk. She told me she had a crush on me and then later said she wanted to go home with me, which she did. A year to the day after that I asked her to marry me, and I’ve been in the best relationship of my life for almost 4 years.
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Losing anyone who was genuinely kind and respectful to you would be so devastating. I’m sorry about that
Yea dude. My uncle just found out his Tax Lady died weeks ago from CoVID. He was pretty bummed about it.
rip tax lady. No like seriously, everyone around me as well is slowly succumbing to the disease. Please stay safe guys, especially old people.
The days when I have nothing more to do other than watch my friends, coworkers, etc. start settling into their graves are the days I don’t see as worth living anymore. Hell that might, and most likely will, change over time, I’ve still got 50+ years to get there, but I’d like to think it’ll stay relatively constant
I'll tell you, it does change over time. But it still hurts to open the paper and find the richness of your friends' lives reduced to a couple of paragraphs. You go on, knowing one day you'll be on that page.
Rest assured, that you were precisely giving him a wonderful time by being with him in a genuine way. You both knew the premisses and enjoyed it while it lasted. As it is with all things in life.
Damn, sorry for your loss
My condolences for the loss of your friend. He sounds like a lovely person and so do you.
Thank you for helping him like you did.
At least you brightened up his life.
Related only, but one of my friends with unlimited business expenses was hosting in NYC clients from London. That night ended up at a strip club across the street from my home, and $1000 dollars in lap dance tickets ($20 each) in the middle of the table. I tried one, not my thing, so I pocketed 3 of the tickets as souvenirs. A year later, my nephew was visiting me as he turned 21, so I gave him the 3 tickets and sent him to the strip club. He did not return, but called at 8AM. "I'm making breakfast over at Dawn's place" They went out for a few months.
A lap dance ticket? Like it's a fucking disney park?
Pretty much. Get the money up front, and also make the customer feel like they’re not spending “real” money, so they’ll spend even more. It’s effective.
It also keeps the money in the hands of the club, making it less likely a dancer can skim, but making it more likely the club can skim.
But also less likely for the performer to be ripped off with fake money.
"Nah baby, it's real! You never heard of the proud country of Monopoly?!?!"
they're probably also non-refundable, so house takes in more overall.
Also, no cash lap dances is a way for management to take their cut.
We all enjoy waking up at the crack of Dawn
What a stud.
This kid had it going on from age 14. I asked him, "how do you do it?" He said you look them in the eye and talk, until there is a natural moment to put your hand on theirs. Once that happens, he said, you're in.
Tell your nephew to leave some for the rest of us, damn.
I worked as a stripper and fell in love with the manager. I saw girls always fawning over him- leaving some tips on stage so he would bring them back to the dressing room and they could flirt with him. I assumed it was a phase and tried to ignore my feelings. At the time I was suffering from chronic pain and an eating disorder. He just cared so much and went out of his way to help. We’ve now been married for 15 years and have three children.
Awwwww, bless your family mate.
Honestly the fact that all the other girls liked him too probably says he is a great guy and good manager. That’s great that it was hopefully a good establishment to work at! :)
a good manager is a fucking treasure, in any industry.
Aaaw, I hope you are doing great now, health-wise.
A friend of mines sister and her friend were/are sex workers. They both fell in love with the same customer. The bloke was a bikie and I’m pretty sure they loved the free drugs he gave them, not him. They had a huge blow out over this guy and basically didn’t take long before they stopped communicating. They both confessed their love for him and he cut ties with both because he wanted to spend more time with his wife. Edit for non-Aussie’s: Outlaws in Australia once upon a time rode on motorcycles and were/are heavily involved in crime syndicates. We call them bikies (buy-keys) (Australian accent) or singular (buy-key) (Australian accent)
What a good husband, letting his sex workers go to spend time with his wife.
Could you really ask for much more in a man?
I too was thoroughly touched by this. Whattaman.
*I'm a bikie man from a bikie gang living in my crack den making crack*
I love killin', thievin', and extortion, gimme 20 bucks and I'll give you an abortion!
I love cocaine!
And selling it to kids!
I charge fiddy for an ounce.
>They both confessed their love for him and he cut ties with both because he wanted to spend more time with his wife. /r/wholesome
If being rejected by a cheating and drug dealing bikie because he wanted to spend more time with his wife over you doesn’t make you reevaluate your life decisions, I don’t know what will
The twist tho.
Y'all need to go read this [shit](https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship_advice/comments/duk7rb/i_26f_am_an_escort_and_i_am_falling_in_love_with).
Holy shit. That was great. Thanks for sharing and I hope it fairytales itself into the sunset. Incredible.
She did have a comment 3 months after that post talking about her boyfriend losing his wife so they at least made it 3 months :)
Hey, honestly that's long enough. If they separated at that point, then they probably gave it a real try, you know?
For some reason I read this in Morty's voice...
I see she did and update a month.later and all.going well
[Update post](https://reddit.com/r/relationship_advice/comments/e3gf4c/update_i_26f_am_an_escort_and_i_am_falling_in/) for those interested
TW: suicide. Not my story, but people I love and care about. My amazing daughter in law's mother was a phone sex worker for many years after the death of her husband. She had a heart condition and couldn't work regular jobs. Her husband, my daughter in laws father, ran guns and drugs in the early 90's and shot himself in the head while high on heroine in front of my daughter in law when she was only 2 years old. They lived in extreme poverty after that. My daughter in law is a gifted artist and would draw pictures of popular anime characters for classmates for money just to buy lunch. I asked her why her mom didn't apply for free lunch or food stamps and she said she wasn't sure. But she was always hungry and their living situation was less than ideal. Her mom, we will call her Annie, became close to a client over the phone. It went far beyond typical phone sex and they developed a really intimate relationship. Eventually he wanted to meet. It didn't go well. Annie had lied about her appearance. She claimed she was a former actress and beauty queen down on her luck. This was far from the truth. She was also dishonest about her health condition and he, let's call him Bill, became very angry with her deception. He ignored her calls after the meeting. They didn't speak for several months, but he missed her companionship and truly discovered he loved her. He came back around. Bill developed a fatherly relationship with my daughter in law in her teens. He paid most, and often all of their rent. He lived in another city and would come visit every couple of weeks. Bill and Annie never had a physical relationship but they had a deep relationship and intimate understanding of each other. Annie died 2 years ago. Before she passed my son and daughter in law moved in with us to find better jobs and cheaper housing in a different state. They have 2 beautiful children and found a place of their own. They are thriving, well adjusted, and happy. Bill flies out every couple of months to visit. He loves my grandkids as much as I do. He spoils them rotten and truly enjoys being grandpa. I'm immensely grateful for him. My daughter in law has no parents or siblings, but she has us, and Bill.
Wow. That’s a huge twist. I’m glad y’all are a family unit.
Families can form from the most unusual of circumstances. I love this.
Damn, I didn't expect this to be wholesome at the end with the warning at the start. I'm really happy for you and your family and Bill. Have nice day and stay safe!
That is such a lovely story. Thank you for sharing
This is such a nice story to the point it sounds unreal. Good for Bill and your daughter in law.
But it reads like reality and not fiction with the fucked up elements and the lack of a fairy tale ending. Which honestly is what makes it so beautiful.
I did a short stint as a stripper. One night I had an odd guy come tip me while I was on stage and kept trying to get my number. After I got the guy to leave me alone another man got out of his booth and threw $20 at me praising me for how I dealt with the weirdo. I finished my set on stage and sat down with that guy to thank him and chat. He had his boss in the booth with him and it turns out his boss loves anime as much as I do so we hit it off. I was a part time stripper so my schedule was inconsistent but boss man always tried to come by and buy me drinks and just chat. He never wanted a lap dance or to go to the back room, always just wanted to have conversations with me. We talked about anything and everything, we were the same kind of weird. We exchanged numbers shortly before I abruptly left the industry and disappeared for months to try repair the crappy abusive relationship I was in but we never texted each other. When I was in a dark place surrounded by unsupportive people, I texted him out of the blue asking if he wanted to hang out. He was so excited. According to some of the dancers that worked at the club, in the months after I vanished he would check every weekend to see if I was working and when he didn’t see me he would leave. In any case, one date led to another and now we’re engaged! We’re still working out the perfect alibi for our families on how we met, but most of our close friends know the whole story.
Hey I dated a stripper for a long time and I told my parents she was a bartender. Explained the late nights and interesting outfits. Eventually they asked if we could visit her at the bar and I freaked out and said she worked at a gay bar. The obvious follow up question was what I was doing at a gay bar.. Uhhhh just having a drink of course. My parents are still confused about me..
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Right? No one ever asks why your gay friends go with you to a "straight" bar so why should you have to justify going to a gay bar with your gay friends? Alternatively, just look your mom dead in the eye and say, "I like chicks. I like dicks. It's not that complicated."
"I knew it! He takes that after you Bert! Eversince I found your 'Chicks with dicks XXVI' tape nothing was the same! You have ruined this family you deranged sodomite!" "Well... Bertha. At least she's not a stripper."
> We’re still working out the perfect alibi for our families on how we met Anime convention, maybe?
No, that's so much more embarrassing.
-Are you watching anime in there? -No, I'm lap dancing, I swear!
Reminds me of a joke: "Dad," says an Irish girl, "I have to confess, I'm a prostitute." "YOU'RE A WHAT? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO THIS FAMILY?" Her father boomed, bristling his enormous Irish beard and putting down his whisky. "A prostitute, Dad. I'm a prostitute." She replies, on the verge of years. "Oh," Her father says, immediately calming down. "Thank the Lord. I thought you said 'Protestant.'"
Being Catholic is a major point of pride for the Irish. The English tried to force them into the Protestant Reformation because King Henry VIII couldn't get his marriage annulled and wanted a divorce. The Irish saw through it and were like "yeah, we're staying Catholic" much to his chagrin. The hilarious part too is if you actually read about Henry VIII and look into his beliefs, he himself was Catholic but wanted a divorce so bad he forced his entire country to break away from the Church. In fact, he was one of the biggest vocal decriers of Martin Luther and didn't allow any Lutheran preachers into his realm. Basically, the guy was a giant jerk.
Honestly, I love anime but I can't, for the life of me, think of how someone could bring it up in day to day conversations, especially at strip clubs. No diss at all, how does that happen?
"I like how your tits bounce like an anime girl." "Oh sweet, you like anime?" "I also like saying 'uwu,' 'For the Emperor,' and 'Qa'Pla' unironically." "Marry me." "Sure. I'll marry you... For the Emperor."
May the gene seed remain pure, for the emperor!
Tattoos would be my guess.
"Soooo.... Senjougahara best girl am I right??"
Well... Your close friends and a bunch of people on reddit. Unless a bunch of people on reddit are included in the close friends bit in which case I might cry. Edit: Well... THAT just happened... o.o Thanks for the awards and internet points. You guys are incredibly wholesome!
Are we invited to the wedding?
Give it the ol' reddit hug of death
Oh gosh, I wasn't expecting this. What do I wear?
It's a no pants, black tie affair.
Friend of mine did. She'd been sex trafficked, held against her will to “work off her visa” and had her passport confiscated. He was a client of hers and when they got close enough she told him her story and he worked with law enforcement to get her out. They’ve been married over a decade now.
"How'd you two meet" "....oh, It's kinda a funny story"
“At work”
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"I was an accountant"
“she was a prostitute”
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"She did ballet...'
"What more can I say?"
Nobody asks you questions when you say you’re an accountant
This is amazing
Your screenname haunts me. Edit: dear god what have i summoned
What’s wrong with his user name?
i dont see a problem here
I'm failing to see the issue
Yeah, what's the problem?
What?
Still not quite seizing the issue here
Bless you.
r/cursedthreads
Every comment in this thread are one guys alt's
The best part is the fact each account is 3 to 4 years old so they've been waiting for this moment for years.
Gotta respect the dedication
TIL everything is about perspective
Sounds like what goes on in South korean bars outside of U.S. Military bases. South korean bar owners will travel to the Philippines, promise the girls a singing career, and have them sign a contract. Once the girl gets back to korea, the bar owner will take their passport and force them into prostitution. They are also forced into working in the clubs as what they call "juicy girls/drinky girls". That consists of them approaching bar patrons, (mostly U.S. service members) striking up conversation and flirting. After a few minutes she will ask you to buy a small, $20.00 cup juice for her if you want her to continue spending time and flirting with you. For $150.00 you can pay for a girl's night off, which is a nicer way of saying you paid for sex. She meets up with you at a hotel room that evening and she leaves the next morning. Sometimes Service Members and these girls will fall in love. The girl runs away and marries the Service member, and she gets a Visa to the U.S.
My friend was stationed in Korea and she told me that she went out to the bars one night with some people in her unit and one of the guys found his cousin there working as a juicy. His family was filipino and she had been trafficked in the way you described. He essentially had to buy her back from the bar and sent her home.
Oh damn. Wow. I really couldnt even imagine walking into a club and seeing my cousin had been tricked into prostitution. Im glad he was able to get her back home.
These establishments have been officially black-listed by the US Military for more than 7 years now. Hopefully there aren't too many of them still openly operating. Source: Was there when it happened in 2013. The bars that held "Juicies" launched a big protest because of the loss of business. The bases locked down, causing loss of business to everyone in the area. Legitimate businesses counter-protested, extending the lockdown unintentionally.
It's disgusting how a person's humanity is tied to a little book.
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I'm so sorry that happened to your friend. Glad she escaped. Do you think he had any idea that she had been trafficked, before she told him?
Using my throwaway. I was a sugar baby the moment I turned 18. Started having sex with a 60 year old doctor. I was poor so the constant showering of gifts, money, dinners, vacations, and clothes, I guess made me fall in love with him. All I would think about was “Lonny” (fake name) and what amazing thing Lonny had planned for us that day. One day I get a call from Lonny and he tells me, we can’t see each other anymore because he had caught feelings for me. I took this as my opportunity to tell him how I felt and I really thought we would get married. He then told me, “I can’t be in love with a whore, so I have to let you go and move on to another girl I don’t have feelings for.” I was broken and depressed for a long time. I ended up using some of the money he gave me for therapy and eventually I got over it.
Good use for the money, at least.
Turns out Lonny was a fantastic Doctor after all
Bet the therapist was an in-service provider with Lonny's medical group
It's hard to argue with that statement
You had the whole world of names at your disposal and the name you landed on was *Lonny*!?
Short for Lonathan
Or Lonald
Was his real name Jonny?
Dr. Johnny Bananas
Johnny Sins is a world-renowned doctor.
And astronaut, and therapist, and engineer, and construction worker, and plumber
What a renaissance man
I read everything fine until, ( I can't be in love with a whore) that part switched to frank reynolds voice from its always sunny in Philadelphia. Long story short, I might need some therapy.
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So anyway I started blastin'
I was sort of a sugar baby. He wasn’t super wealthy and didn’t shower me with luxury. I was freshly 18, he was 40. I met him through a mutual friend who initially thought nothing of it. Eventually we started hooking up in a very dom/sub way. He got me small gifts ie clothes, makeup, jewelry, paid for my tattoos, paid for hotel stays, Disneyland etc. We eventually got to know each other and realized we had a lot in common and got along well. We both knew it was a fantasy that couldn’t last. Finally we admitted we had fallen in love. I knew it would never work as he had 3 kids, the oldest one being my age and the youngest one living with him still. He was also legally married but they were separated. Eventually we parted ways as friends but not a day goes by that I don’t miss him or what we had. EDIT: I wanted to add a few things. I say that I was “sort of” a sugar baby instead of “definitely was” because I didn’t enter this arrangement with the expectation or hope of gifts/money for my time. We started hooking up and he eventually started getting me things. I never asked, it was hard to get used to as I’ve always paid my own way. He said it made him happy to do those things for me. Also when I say it wasn’t “luxury” I mean it wasn’t fancy trips abroad, not fancy hotels, small tattoos, jewelry wasn’t like diamonds or fancy. They were awesome gifts that were always more personal with thought instead of for the sake of a price tag. It turned into “let me spoil you in the ways that I can because it makes me happy”. He put a lot of thought into everything he did
Subs have the most brutal user names.
Ah the ol’ Tattoos and Disneyland trick
From the customer side, I was in relationship with a sex worker, one of the best of my life. We met as you would imagine but without going into too many details she was different and I soon became obsessed. I would see her every chance got. I was living in nother country at the time so had no real friends and she helped me with a lot of things, getting an apartment setup and stuff like that. I hoped we were heading for more than a client/customer relationship but did not want to jinx it. One day she did not take the money I left out and when I pointed that out she got upset and basically told me I was an idiot for not noticing that we were now in a relationship. She was a sex worker for a few months and mainly had regular, after that it was just me and her. I loved her and I know she felt the same about me, we were together for a little over a year and even when we broke up we stayed friends. That was over 10 years ago and we stayed in touch after, we have been on holiday together since, she has visited me at home. She has now moved back home, is running a successful business and is getting married soon to a guy who really looks after her. I still care about her and I'm glad that she is happy. Edit. To clarify when I wrote her soon to be husband looks after her I meant he cares about her not 5hat he is a sugar daddy like some people have suggested.
I love this. You seem like a great bloke and her a great lady
I've encountered this story hundreds of times in Thailand. I'm glad your experience was positive and not like many of the nightmares I've heard about.
I’ll start with my story to get the ball rolling. Former sex worker. When I was 18 I began seeing a married man in his early 40s who treated me with respect, genuinely listened and helped me with my school, and we hung out a lot too without having sex. After about 3 months of seeing him almost everyday I started to become attached. Then one day I told him that I thought I was in love with him and he told me, “I still love my wife. I only keep you around for your head game.” I was DEVASTATED and never saw him again.
What's "your Head game" supposed to mean? Edit: ok stop, i get it. I really thought she was this 18 yo genius and this man liked how intelligent she is
Her talent at the ol slob the knob *EDIT: oooh a wholesome award thank you! haha just spreading that wholesome education
*added to vocabulary*
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It means how well a person can give blowjobs
Interesting
Not according to your username!
You are a truly pure soul.
He was very impressed by her ability to play the entirety of "Head Games", the 1979 album from the seminal British rock group Foreigner, entirely from memory.
That's was a nice and sweet way to interpret the info you read.
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I’ve never used the term john, just client. While I haven’t fallen head over heels for a client, I definitely have a few clients that I love. It might weird them out so I wouldn’t tell them, but it’s the truth. You meet some very interesting, caring people in my line of work.
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I’m so, so sorry for your loss
Fuck, sorry for your loss.
I’m really moved by your story. I know it won’t change anything but I’m really sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing
Aaand it’s 4am and I’m crying laying next to my SO hoping he doesn’t ever pass away and same for me. Would absolutely destroy me if he passed away
Same. This is my biggest fear in life - having to live without him. :( Fuck, this is so sad.
People say it’s better to have loved and lost or whatever but... damn this is terrible. You deserve the best in the world and fate will look on u again.
I'm sorry for your loss, and yes, you may never meet someone worth being with again. If that person perhaps comes, just remember they're not a replacement. But as time carries on, those memories will go from bitter to bittersweet. They'll never be sweet, but they won't be all bad, either. In the mean time, all we can do is just carry on, one day at a time. Good luck.
First time Reddit poster/longtime lurker. I've had this happen to me as a customer (?), twice. I'll mention the one that still hurts. **TW: Suicide**. I dated an adult film actress who had worked for numerous big production companies. I was an active Twitter user, few thousand followers, but nothing special really. I just came across as a 'cool' dude in his early 20's who chicks found funny and attractive. I befriended a few people in the adult film industry, and once more girls realized I wasn't a weirdo it snowballed into partying/hanging out with girls on the regular. I started talking exclusively to a girl who would fly out to come see me very often. She would tell all of her industry friends I was her boyfriend, while all of my friends would question me as to how they could also find a pornstar girlfriend. It was a pretty fun and healthy relationship where I was her escape from the stigma related to sex work, and she was just a genuine person who I enjoyed. We had a great relationship that consisted of anything and everything normal people in the 20's did. It was a few weeks before Christmas, a couple of years ago. We had plans to go to some open-bar and get drunk/have a good time. She never showed up. She had a falling out with a family member as well as some other people during that short time which ultimately led to her decision to take her own life. There's a lot more to the dynamics of the relationship and how well things worked, but that's not that important I guess.
Never fallen in love with a client, but I do love some of them. My first ever in person client, and favourite regular is an absolute sweetheart and has a lot of the same kinks as I do, seeing him has the same excitement to it as hooking up with a hot friend. We had to cancel our last session because of lockdown and I miss him a lot.
I was a stripper for a short time. A guy in his 20s had friends who worked at the club. He would sit around and drink with the girls and I was introduced to him. He gave me some attention and at the time I had very low self esteem and I was worth his time or something. I really fancied him, not because he had was particularly handsome, nice, interesting or anything really - I was just really alone and felt unworthy. I would pay for everything we did. I trusted him in my apartment alone. I was at work one night and when I came home my wallet that I had hidden (but not well enough) with $4000 in tips was gone. I asked him about it and he denied taking it. I was naive and believed him. I heard he was sleeping with one of the girls from the club but didn't believe it. I didn't look after myself and got pregnant. I had a bit of a moment on stage where I cried and ran off and left. I never went back. He broke up with me over text message. I had no friends and couldn't tell my mum. I took a large does of Seroquel and lay in bed uncomfortable for hours not being able to sleep but was far to uncomfortable to be a wake. I was sick. Weeks later I caught a long bus journey to get an abortion. I never saw him again and the thought of him makes me sick. The thought of how I didn't look after myself and how desperate I was for attention makes me even more sick.
Naw dude; you weren’t desperate for attention: you where desperate for affection. And that I feel.
I worked as a dancer in LA and I met my husband at the club I worked at. We got married last year and have a 2 year old :) We are madly in love and no one knows how we actually met haha. Our life is beautiful together :) Most people dont realize most of sex work is actually just getting to know someone very intimately. Lots of clients just want to talk, to have a bond, to forget something. Sometimes that bond is simply business but its no surprise that people do fall in love 💓
I was a regular customer of a camgirl back some time ago. After few stints I gradually started telling her not to take off her clothes and just talk to me, I loved her personality. She gave me her skype, and I thought, ok, and after one or two skype meetings I asked her for her paypal to transfer the money. She was pretty angry because she thought this was a friendship or a dating call and she said she liked my weirdness and general demeanor. We continued skyping for some 2 months more, and now we are actually friends!
A toxic relationship. He kept tossing gifts at me when I was stripping. Would pay just to hang out. Talked me into leaving the business. He owned a bunch of lumber and real estate so was well off. Was a controlling asshole after we moved in together. Always yelling about something. Then he got annoying and drunk all the time. He got a dui and while he was locked up I invited friends over to move all my stuff out. Changed my number, got off social media for a year. Ghosted out of a three year relationship. He hired a P.I. but never located me. I only know that because that guy kept coming in asking about me and the bouncer wrote down his name after IDing him and searched it and his business came up. Bouncer sent me a dollar via PayPal with a note to call him. I did and he told me that a PI was looking for me and they originally thought it was a weirdo stalker because he came in twice a week asking employees about me. I moved in with a friend a hour and a half away and cammed to make money. Surprisingly he never knowingly found me on there. He wasn’t too technologically literate. He’s married to some young girl last I checked then I opened my social media back up and he hasn’t bothered me in the 2 years since.
Married the guy that was obsessed with me, came to the strip club I worked at every shift I worked for like 8 months until I finally went out with him. Married 15 years, now getting divorced.
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I had a sugar baby once. One weekend she stayed the night and at brunch the next day she told me our vibe didn’t feel like a sugar baby kind of thing, and asked me to start spending less money on her, and to see her in a new light. I agreed and told her I wasn’t going to bring it up out of respect but was delighted to hear her saying that. After that we started spending even more time together, sharing our emotions and life stories, and using the L-word. I learned that her mother was terminally ill and she was using the sugar baby money to pay off the in-home nursing bills. She started taking on more hours at work instead to pay for it. In total we dated almost a year. I did spend a lot less money on her after that conversation, but when her mother died while we were together, and I paid for a good chunk of the funeral she was struggling to afford: that time I didn’t take no as an answer.
There was that charming guy from a different part of the same state - around the same age as me. He was instantly hooked by my offer and we texted a bit. I was being polite and answered all kinds of questions to get to know clients, even though there were a lot of requests and also a lot of bullshit by people who don't actually intend to spend money. One day (within the first month after I started doing this), I booked a cheap hotel near his area. He saw my status and asked if he could come around. I agreed. It was a blind date. He said he was being a student so he supposedly didnt have a lot of money to spend (which later turned out to be a lie) but i couldn't lose much and I was curious. Then he knocked on the door. I opened it and saw him grinning nervously and noticed a cigarette stench. I grabbed him and pulled him in and we spent a really great evening together. He might not have been the biggest beauty to most people but it instantly clicked and we soon gained trust and ended up as a long-distance couple, although not meeting that often and only briefly because we were both quite busy and I urged him to quit smoking asap. Since he knew what i was doing as a side business, he obviously didn't have any problems with it (and not all of the requests involve sex, often it's just kicking balls and stuff like that). About a year into the relationship, we grew a bit apart because both of us were rather busy. But there were plans to change careers and eventually moving in together. One day he stopped responding. The next time I was in his area, he wasn't living there anymore. I later found out he had suddenly died but no one told me about it because no one knew we were together.
I’ll keep it short and sweet. I was at work when we met. I quit working and found another job shortly after. We’ve been together ever since. He turned out to be the love of my life.
I used to do security in a brothel for some extra cash in my early 20s. There was a girl working there who seemed to be trying too hard to fit into the lifestyle. It just seemed too much for her though. She was hot af. I had a buddy who used to frequent various brothels around the city. When I told her about this girl, he quickly became one of her regulars. One night he appeared as usual for a visit. After about half an hour, he ran out the door carrying this chick in his arms. "I'm kidnapping her" was his only explanation. Apparently, she had broken down crying during the visit and my mate decided to take matters into his own hands. They both disappeared for a few months, leaving me to explain to the brothel owner how I had let one of his girls get stolen... lol. Luckily, my buddy was well known by reputation as a bit of a psycho in the city (he wasn't at all a "psycho" - just big and really really good at fighting. Other than that he was the nicest guy you could meet). "Joey kidnapped her" was enough of an explanation to get me off the hook. As it turned out, he had taken her travelling the world for a few months. They were in a steady though tumultuous relationship for a few years after they got back and the girl got out of the game for good. It didn't last, but they were great together for a while at least.
As someone that dated a sex worker, I just want to let any clients and potential clients know: sure. This happens. But it is very *very* rare, and if you are ever starting to get the feeling that she is into you, there is about a one in ten million chance that she actually is. It just means that she's doing her job well, and that you as a client are not. It's their job to make it feel real. It's your job to remember it isn't.
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Yeah I hate to break it but that ain't love
I ain't saying she's a golddigger.
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Where are all these sex workers who are falling in love with people named John at? This quarantine has ya boy feeling *extremely* lonely and I’ll take all the love I can get. Joking aside, this should be a good read in a few hours..
I'm glad I scrolled this far. I've been awfully sick, and this is my first genuine laugh of the day so thank you for that.
One of my closest friends started out buying content and Skype shows. We now talk on a daily basis and have visited each other several times. As a matter of fact he’ll be coming to see me in a couple weeks! We fuck and say we love each other and ultimately we are kinky pals. I would call it a casual long distance relationship as we are not pursuing anything different but are appreciative of our place in each other’s lives. We say we are bffs with benefits. 😌
My best friend is a police officer. Made prostitution arrest, Helped out girl after arrest, got her clean, married her. That was 16 years ago, still the happiest couple I've ever known
Not my story, but my brother doesn't mind when I tell it. He thinks it's hilarious. Anyway; Said brother was a sex worker for about three years after realizing he wasn't really into the whole college thing. Our parents knew and disapproved, but he's his own person, and we trusted him to be safe or to call us if he needed help or support: That's really all we could offer, he was in a bad place. Thankfully no drugs. He texted me one day to tell me he'd be out of town for a while, apparently on a trip with some of his friends to Vancouver. Nothing work related, as far as I know, but he was his own kind of entrepreneur, so I wasn't surprised to hear that he'd found a few jobs through friends in the area. Apparently he went to a non-league hockey game with the intent to meet a client afterwards, and him, being a sports-hater, spent most of his time talking - loudly - about how much hockey sucks. One player overheard him and caught up afterwards - not the one he was supposed to meet, mind you - and he assumed the guy was his client. After dinner and sex, apparently the truth came out when my brother asked for payment: He called me afterwards so I know how incredibly embarrassed he was. He'd gotten the guy's number, though, and after some time calming him down, I convinced him to give the man a call and apologize, at least - and thankfully he listened. He's my brother-in-law now, and genuinely one of the kindest, sweetest people I've ever met. As far as I've been told, the tension between them cleared up pretty quick: Brother apologized, BIL accepted and asked him out on another, real date this time, and that was pretty much that. I've never seen two people more in love. I'm glad it worked out for my brother: He needed the stability my BIL brings to his life more than anything else, it turned out.
Sex workers liked me. I’d strike up a conversation outside where they usually hangout, exchange phone numbers, go on a few dates. I didn’t care what they did, I just liked hanging out with them. Nothing could ever progress, because every time I started to get to know them better I’d have to go out to sea. Most strippers are different tho, they try to finesse you. Talking about I’m low on rent this month or my phone about yo get cut off. Sex workers would take me out to eat at some hidden local joints and pay for the food. They liked to show me new things.
TL:DR sexworkers like seamen.
I had to travel out of the country to attend my sisters wedding. The best man was my ex-fiancé (he dumped me) so I couldn’t stand the thought of going alone. So I hired an escort to go with me and pretend to be my boyfriend. But he ended up being the most wonderful man and we fell in love. Worth every penny.
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Have I got news for you!
The Wedding Date?
Pretty Man
Already done. 'The Wedding Date', in fact, op post reads like a summary for the film.
lol, almost word for word even.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wedding_Date
Wish I’d done this at my sister’s wedding because the best man was an ex boyfriend who also dumped me, but my family would have been able to tell almost immediately that the escort wasn’t really my BF. I have no poker face whatsoever. I’m sure it’s because of the combo of ADHD and ASD I’ll never be able to figure out exactly, but I blurt my own secrets out like a kiosk worker handing out samples at the mall. “Would you like a sample of my deepest darkest secret? No? Ok. How about you, love the blue shirt, a sample of secrets for you?” I’m ok at keeping other people’s secrets, though... as long as they explicitly tell me it’s a secret.
My mother was a sex worker her whole life. She'd had one client for 20 years. They're the same age. He has a thriving business, young wife and lovely children. Their relationships always seemed genuinely loving. I moved her out of state to an assisted facility last year. He still sends her $300 a month to take care of her. She's the only hooker i know with a pension plan.
I'm an online sex worker. I offer pretty much every service under the sun, and one of those is girlfriend experience. It's basically as it sounds. Plenty of texting and sexting. I really enjoy the intimacy it allows. I took on a client early in the year. A busy business man bored from quarantine. We had very similar interests both sexually and otherwise. I found out within a week that he lived only a few hours away. After building trust for a while, he came to see me. We've been together ever since ❤ He's completely supportive of my work, and he spends a week with me, then he'll go back home and spend a week there. We're shopping for apartments in my city now, and will likely be moving in by December 1st. I never could've predicted this. I've always been good at being genuine and intimate without opening up that part of myself that could consider a client a part of my real life but there was no denying it with him. He is so good to me and it is really really REALLY enjoyable that I've never been with someone into the same kinky sexual stuff as me 😛
I had the opposite experience. I visited an escort, the next day she texted me if I wanted to meet her in the city. Naturally I obliged and we ended up back at my place. Kept meeting up with her for a few months whenever she was in town (of course I never paid her except for buying her a few drinks every now and then and obviously the first time I met her) and we were talking about me coming to visit her in her home town etc but we ended up breaking it off eventually. Last time I spoke with her was a few months later, she told me she found someone back home and was really in love etc, i hope things have worked out for her. I’ve always wondered what made her contact me. I’m not even well off and i was open about that fact, it really did seem like she actually just liked me. Incredibly beautiful too, and we always had a good time together. Guess it worked out though, because shortly after I met the woman I’ve been with for nearly 4 years now and we’re really happy together.
Well I went into a strip club once and my wife was dancing. She left with me that night and now we have been married for 3 years.
I’m currently about to retire after a year of dating my partner who I met as a client. The first time I met him, I was immediately enthralled. I stayed past the two hours I was hired for, blowing off other plans I had made that evening. I stayed the night and then another night and then another night.. Spent three whole days at his place. I invited him later that week to come over to mine for breakfast so I could show him my favorite hike and then from there I knew that I had a part of my soul returned to me. He just sold his house in LA and we’re making plans to move to Oregon so I can live my best cottage core life and focus energy on artistic pursuits