Honey, You’re Reeeaaaaal Cute!

A lot of providers seem to stumble into this biz during a dark time: failed romance, failed career, financial or legal crises.  My introduction into the hobby was abrupt and unexpected, but luckily enough, it was during a happy and healthy period of my life.  I never intended my stay to be long term, but for one reason or another, I found myself always sticking around.  I know a few of us perverts had fantasized about the provider transition at various points in our lives, but I would feel safe saying that it’s extremely rare for a provider to actively plan for and aspire to this career.

 Today I got to thinking about a particularly memorable flash in my past that should have alerted me to the fact that this is potentially one aspect of my career. Here is a glimpse into the life of JL before hobby-life.

I frequented one strip club in Boston with a particular fuck-buddy while in college.  He was an attached male that I found through a casual-sex website.  We would hangout for a few hours, fornicate for a few more, then I’d go home and continue on with my life.  One summer night while at the club, I was outside getting my nic-fix when I was approached by a strange man.  Our conversation went something like this:

Creepy Stranger: “Honey, you’re cute”

Wee Jenns: “Oh, umm..thanks.”

CS: “No, I mean you’re real cute.

WJ: “Um, OK.”

CS: “How about you come take a walk with me to my truck and show me just how cute you can be.”

WJ: “WHAT?”

CS: “$50, come on baby girl.”

WJ: with lots of liquid courage“Oh come on!  $50 to go give some parking lot stranger a BJ?  Obviously you aren’t aware of my skills or selectivity.”

CS: “Man, girl….why you all gotta play me like this?”

We shot numbers back and forth a bit.  I managed to push him up to $250 and promptly turned to run back inside.  I certainly wasn’t going to follow him up on his offer, but I was quite curious to know how much I could potentially make in 15-30 minutes. (The strippers had me feeling hot, the liquor was kicking in, and I had already given one BJ that evening, so I was sure that one more couldn’t hurt).  Needless to say, my date wasn’t too thrilled by this story and he escorted me home fairly quickly.

So you want to be a Call Girl?

Indie Edition: 

I’ve met a few civilian girls (most of them are strippers) who have been aware of my career choices and most are extremely intrigued by all of the glamorous aspects of the job: earning potential of 1k or so a day, hanging out in lingerie, fancy men who like to wine and dine.  Anyone who hangs around the hobby community for more than a month witnesses several young girls ducking out shortly after jumping in.

 Someday when this is all less taboo, I will host start-up workshops for any interested women:  “Make money fast with limited start-up capital!  No experience necessary!  Call our 1-800 number for a free informational packet!  Call now and we’ll include the variety box of prophylactics, an everyday value of $49.99.  Sign up for our workshop and we’ll even throw in a gallon of lubricant!”  The classes at these workshops would be wonderful and informative, and I will brainstorm those things later on I am sure.  Before a gal should even sign up, she needs to get through the following exercises.

 Stranger-gram

Unless you have a very keen spidey sense, too many security devices at the incall, or very obtrusive and fail-proof screening techniques, you never really know who is coming to your door.  Wake yourself up a little early someday and go someplace busy.  Airport, Borders, Wal-Mart.  The trick is to find a very ordinary, family friendly place.  (Neimans or REI won’t work for this exercise.)