It’s late in the afternoon now and the weather has cooled down heaps so I’m writing this wearing my sexiest (not) tracksuit. I’ve been sitting on the couch for the past hour trying to figure out what I should write. I was asked to write this article for Escort Central’s new blog and, while I am excited about the opportunity, I’m now not sure how to write it.

Perhaps I should start by introducing myself. For the sake of this article, you can call me Natasha. Not because that’s my actual name but it’s just one that I like (Black Widow anyone?). I’m a not quite middle aged, mum of 2 and I have been working in the sex industry for nearly 7 years now. To most of my friends and all of my family, I am a make-up artist working from home. This is what I used to do in my “past life” and it’s much easier for me to tell people this instead of what I really do.

As for why I became a sex worker, well it was really just a happy coincidence to be honest. But it’s also a bit of a story and one that I want to share so if you haven’t got a beverage of some description feel free to hit pause now and fetch one before reading on.

I broke up with my long-time boyfriend (the father of my children) about 10 years ago. It was, as much as these things can be, a mutual ending. We’d been together since our last year of High School, had decided that we didn’t want to get married but were entirely committed to each other. But, while that commitment was never broken, we fell out of love and lost touch with each other emotionally and eventually decided that enough was enough and that things were only going to get worse if we stayed together. So, we ended things between us and focused on making sure that the kids weren’t traumatised as a result.

After the dust had settled and I finally felt ready, I got back into the dating scene. Let me tell you, this was a little scary having been in a relationship for so long. I tried Tinder and a bunch of other apps, went out with friends and even tried a round of speed dating. I won’t say that some of this wasn’t fun (nor will I say that I enjoyed it all) but I wasn’t meeting “Mr Right” and spent more of my child-free nights alone than not. What I soon realised though was that the more nights I spent alone, the more confident I became that I didn’t actually need someone else to make me happy. I was actually perfectly fine just being me. You see, I had been looking for someone to support me. Someone to comfort me and make me feel whole and needed. To complete me (sounds cliché but it’s true).

This realisation soon changed the way I viewed potential dating opportunities. All of a sudden, I wasn’t a single mum looking for someone to validate me anymore. Instead, I started looking for someone that was worth me spending my precious alone time on. I got picky and only went out with “decent” guys who looked after themselves, could actually hold a conversation and basically just had some bloody manners. I even went on a few dates with other women, just because I was curious and wanted to.

Anyway, the culmination of all of this was one night I was having a few wines with a very close friend of mine and “talking” to a guy on Snapchat. We’d tried to go on a date a couple of weeks prior to that but a sick child on my part had stopped that from happening. So instead, we had kept in touch, sent some pics (all very tame up to this point) and talked about catching up when he was back from a work trip. So, after a few wines and some fairly general conversation things took a definite turn towards the gutter. All of a sudden, I was sneaking off to the bathroom or the kitchen to take some less than tame selfies and getting them in return in addition to some not so discreet comments about his plans for after our pending date.

It didn’t take long for my friend to realise what was happening and then we were both committed to the debauchery. Finally, after a particularly revealing photo of me, I received the message that has literally changed my life. I don’t remember exactly what it said but it was something along the lines of “I want you so badly that I would buy you plane tickets to come and spend tomorrow night with me.” I giggled, blushed and then, after a bit of encouragement, responded with “Ok. What time do I need to be at the airport?”

It went on a bit from there but, the very next day, I was on a plane heading up the North coast if Queensland. I had no idea what I was doing, I had no idea who this guy really was and I was super nervous (and in hindsight extremely stupid). But I went and spent the next 2 nights in his hotel (turns out he was super nice luckily). I shopped and touristed during the day (mostly using his credit card) and had some of the most uninhibited sex I’ve ever had at night.

By the time I flew home we had both realised that we had very little in common and that there really probably wasn’t a future for us as a couple, but it was a lovely few days and it was that experience that first got me thinking about becoming a sex worker.

So, I got home from my trip, spent the next week while I had my kids researching and finding out everything I could and then took some photos and put up an ad. I had decided that, while I didn’t need someone else to complete me, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t keep being there to support and comfort those (mostly) guys that did. And the thought that I might be able to get paid for doing that made it all the more appealing.

Things really took on a life of their own from there. My first few meetings with clients were a complete shambles but I soon got the hang of it and things settled down pretty quickly. I struggled (and very much still do) to reconcile my job as a sex worker with my “normal” life but that’s probably a story of its own for another time. That being said, I absolutely love what I do and have no regrets about making the decision to enter the sex industry.

Now, if you’ve read to this point then congratulations, you now know the story behind why I became an escort. This was originally supposed to be a single blog article but, in the time that it has taken me to write this I have made a few phone calls and am happy to say that this is now the first of many (yay me). So, with that in mind, I will say no more today but look forward to sharing more of my story with you in the weeks to come.

Yours in body only,

Natasha.

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  • jessica
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    omg that must have been some trip I wish my first time had been like that

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