Sanne and I take our seats across from one other in a quiet corner of a large pub that ensures the necessary anonymity of our conversation. In her hometown, that is.
She has been working as a high class escort in Amsterdam for a year now. It was a duo date, me together with another girl from the agency. In this case, it was quite clear to the people around us what was going on. It was so obvious.
This booking did not involve Sanne having sex with the man, but with her fellow escort. It was enough to have sex without toys. Sometimes just a good conversation makes the evening successful. Friends of mine are much more unwise, I think. They make appointments with a Tinder match and then sometimes have sex with on the first date.
If you were to do it just for the money, you would go beyond your own limits. For example, if her private situation changes. It started very spontaneously for Sanne. My best friend and I thought that an experience as a high class escort should not be missing on our bucket list.
A different agency than the one I currently work for. We were both hired. The anticipation is huge. Sex has never been so special to me, or something I value highly. Why do we find it hard to understand why someone chooses this job?
