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really did love him. He gave me a chance to make my way in the world.
It never occurred to me that being underage was something I could charge more for,
While under the influence of my first snowball, I negotiated this date myself— money, condom, sex—and was very soon upstairs.
My appearance overshadowed my voice, which— to any thoughtful listener—was a North American teenager’s bratty twang gone slightly transatlantic.
And I don’t believe in marriage.” I didn’t, at fourteen.
perhaps have been in a completely different mood? I’m convinced that my amateurish style—i.e., my tendency to lie there—came off as innocence (which, in a way, it was)
Allison—under strict instructions to “be eighteen”—wasn’t permitted to imbibe anything fizzier than a Perrier water.
Her payment was guaranteed, and there was little for her to negotiate.
From the very start, Allison was protected by the private girl’s private code: When you arrange a date, you guarantee the other girl her
share.
The girl who knew her warned me, “Don’t tell her how we met. If she asks, you just say a john introduced us. We met in bed. Okay? Let’s forget that we ever knew Jeannie.”
Most of Jeannie’s girls had scattered. Our shared fear—Where was Jeannie? What had caused her to close
down and leave town?—spooked us so badly that we could hardly stand the sight of one another.
Without Jeannie’s couch (where we used to gather on a nightly basis) and Jeannie’s ringing phone, our camarad...
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If you can’t stand on your own two feet, you have no business working.
couldn’t understand why the two girls who had tried to recruit me seemed so content and normal. It was obvious that they were free to come and go—for good, if they wished.
for someone who starts out in a bar, working escort is a glamorous self-improvement. Meeting a reputable madam like Liane isn’t necessarily in the cards.
had never before met a madam or working girl who took so much pride in her clients.
Johns were not just transient wallets, they were permanent connections—to be treasured.
Her normal clients were as nice as the best clients I had ever encountered working escort. Her better clients—well, you don’t even meet guys like that through an ad. They’re much too careful.
When Eddie, that first client of Liane’s, asked for my phone number, I pretended I didn’t have one—told him I was staying in the home of a prudish relative. This way he wouldn’t feel rejected; he could see me again, through Liane. And did.
I played it safe, very safe. I wasn’t going to let go of the opportunity Liane had given me: to work at the highest levels with the best clients.
numbers out. But she expected loyalty from new girls. And while other girls could afford to lose her business, I simply couldn’t.
But most of all, I could relax with a new client; I didn’t have to think about whether he was a cop.
Or whether he was going to pay.
I could concentrate on cultivating my clients, not just surviving,
Ever since the age of ten, I’d wanted to be a hooker—and before that, a Playboy centerfold.
“So, if you wanna be an adult, you’d better start thinking like one. Beat the system.”
“I didn’t do any of my product, but I was addicted. To growth.”
If you really want to deal, it’s still a man’s world. A chick can only go so far. There’s always gonna be some guy with a gun or worse who thinks that because you’re a chick, he can hold you up or move in on you. You can’t deal drugs as a single woman unless you’re content with moderate growth.
The girls kept pairing off in the powder room to compare notes—banknotes. We all wanted to make sure we were getting the same rate. Jasmine was relieved when I assured her that she wasn’t undercharging.
If she hadn’t been such a cocaine addict, we would have done more business together.
I’m happy to fake it with another working girl, but if she insists on the real thing, why not?
You don’t learn how to be smooth and “European” about these things by working in a high-turnover house.
You can make good money seeing the cheaper,
faster dates, but it’s not the kind of work that br...
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“That means I’ll be reaching the escort-agency girls on their way to hotel calls. And those are my constituents!!”
I think they’re right about this Web-addiction thing. I almost forgot to turn a trick—a first, for me.
I can’t believe you’re playing it this way. The more apartments you look at, the longer you can draw this thing out.
“Or doing anything to make it possible not to live like that. You have no intention of quitting, and yet you refuse to face your real feelings.”
But you’re still in your prime. These are important years, the hottest years in a working girl’s professional life span.
“The longer you take to find a place, the more time you have to exploit your thirties,” she continued. “Or
what’s left of them!”
and turn that real estate broker into your willing pawn,”
Well, I wouldn’t live with a guy who can’t pay the bills. It’s against my nature. But it’s also against my nature to let someone pay my rent!
Brilliant.
Nothing to link the disapproval with me. He disapproves of himself.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, feeling less like a crossover success and more like a clumsy hooker.
money but he wouldn’t—he would have different attitudes. I wouldn’t worry about telling a guy like Bob that I’ve had sex for money, even if he were my boyfriend.
Those guys understand—they don’t have this view of the world where every woman’s supposed to be a yuppie.
