Many of us find the world of escorting fascinating, and we're sure that you're no exception. We all want to know the ins and outs (pun intended) of how their first experiences went, how they got into the job, what they think of their clients, and more. So for your enjoyment, entertainment and enlightenment, 20 of our finest London escorts have shared their first experience of escorting, especially for you. Here's the first instalment of a 5 part series; we hope you enjoy reading all about them.
He gave me one of the best orgasms I'd ever had
My first time as a professional escort was a very nerve racking time for me. Although several of my friends were escorts too, and I'd heard a lot about their experiences, I still didn't know quite what to expect. When my first booking came through, I had mixed feelings. Excitement yes, but also a great deal of anticipation; especially as it was for an outcall to the guy's apartment. Somehow I'd imagined that my first appointment would take place in the escort flat I was working from in South Kensington. My client was a young student from the Far East, who'd come to London to study. The booking was for two hours, and he'd asked me to go to his apartment which was just off Kensington High Street.
Of course, I wasn't too worried about visiting him in private, as the agency I was with had quite strict security systems in place, but my stomach was churning as I made my way to meet him. The apartment was in an big old house, right at the top of the stairs. As I stood outside the door, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my palms getting sweatier by the minute. However, I needn't have worried too much. As he opened the door I could see that he was young, nice looking, and probably just as nervous as me. So I remembered what the other girls had told me and tried to relax, gave him my best smile and started to chat him up.
After the initial introductions and the awkward moment as we moved from the greetings to the business at hand, he began to relax too; especially when we started playing with each other a little, taking the time for some fondling and exploring, before heading to the bedroom and getting naked. Once on the bed, there wasn't much preamble and very soon we were at it like a couple of Duracell bunnies. But the best bit about it? He had the most wonderfully curved penis which hit my g-spot perfectly each time he thrust into me. In fact, I can honestly say that he gave me one of the best orgasms I've ever had. It certainly set the scene for the rest of our 'date', and I found the sex really enjoyable and actually quite naughty, especially the bit where I was giving him a blow job as he was talking to his brother on the phone. It made it all so much more arousing somehow.
My head was in a spin on the way home. I didn't know what to think. On the one hand I'd just been given an envelope of money for having sex with a stranger. On the other, I'd had some of the best sex I'd ever had, with someone I wouldn't even mind dating. All in all, a great start to being an escort in London!
An emotional first meeting
I was first encouraged to join one of the top London escort agencies in London by my friend. She's been escorting for a few months, and was forever full of tales about the men she met but, more importantly, the money she made. As a struggling student trying to make ends meet, I always seemed to be stuck in dead end jobs working in bars to earn some extra cash, so I thought that escorting seemed a much better option. I'm still relatively new to the job; my first night was only a couple of months ago, but while I knew that escorting wasn't prostitution, in that clients were only expected to pay me for my time, not sex, I also knew that it was expected that we would provide sexual services.
My first time was with a guy in his early 30s who was in London for business. I think he had a regular girl, but she'd phoned in sick, so they'd offered me - 'the new girl' instead. I was to meet him at his hotel in the bar. He'd also asked me to dress in a specific way. When I arrived he was waiting exactly where he said he would be, and greeted me as though I was his girlfriend or something. He bought me a drink at the bar and we chatted for a bit. As I was extremely nervous, I was glad of the drink, and just talking with him helped me to relax a bit. However, I was sure that everyone knew why I was there; a young girl dressed in a curve hugging dress with an older guy. Every time someone looked at me for longer than a few seconds, I expected that they were going to 'out me'. However, if anyone did suspect, they didn't say anything, and when I suggested to my client that everyone was looking at me, he answered that it was no wonder as I looked absolutely stunning in the dress I'd chosen to wear. My confidence boosted, I started to relax a little more and even began to flirt with him a bit.
I guess I thought the longer I kept him in the bar, the less time we'd have in the bedroom, but eventually he suggested that we'd be more comfortable in private. I couldn't put off the inevitable any longer so I agreed, and followed him through the bar and up to his room. Once inside, he took off his jacket and we sat on the bed and chatted a little more, gradually moving closer and closer to each other until we ended up in each other's arms in a kiss. It was a nice way to begin. I didn't feel any pressure and, to be honest, I enjoyed the kiss. He was a good kisser; he not only made me feel safe, but his kisses were definitely having the desired effect and I began to feel the familiar warm glow start spreading through my body. He made all the right appreciative noises and so I didn't object as he started to remove more of his clothes. Once he was naked, he had me straddle him, still fully dressed, and give him a blow job. It wasn't long before he finished in my mouth. He then asked me to slip off my dress and underwear, but keep on my stockings, suspender belt and heels. I did as he asked, and he pulled me close to him, snuggling up together like any 'normal' couple. We talked for a bit more, him kissing my hair and holding me tight.
Then he got a little funny and pushed me away, saying that when he'd agreed to see me instead of his regular escort, he didn't think I'd be so sweet, and how he was worried that he was going to get emotionally attached to me. He told me that he didn't want that to happen as he loved his wife. How meeting with an escort was just about the sex, as he didn't get any at home since his wife had given birth. I was a bit taken aback with all this. It was the last thing I expected; after all he was already seeing another escort on a regular basis. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with the whole situation, so I asked him if he wanted me to leave. He agreed it was best all round.
I have to admit, I was a little confused by his response, especially as I didn't have any other experiences to compare it to. He never asked to see me again, but I found out later that he went back to his regular escort. Whether he did feel some sort of emotional attachment to me after just one meeting, or it was a polite way of saying that he didn't want to meet up with me again, I'll probably never know, but one thing's for sure, I always keep my emotions firmly in check whenever I meet with a new client.
I guess I got lucky!
I've been an independent escort in London for about three years now. On my first night I was incredibly nervous. I'd been invited to meet my client at a very upmarket hotel in the Mayfair area of London. When the time came to go through those doors I could feel my heart pumping away, and hoped that the liveried doorman couldn't sense my nerves. Putting on my best confident attitude, I gave him a smile, hoping that I looked like I was staying there, rather than just visiting. I was anxious the whole way up to his room, and it took me a little while to compose myself before I knocked on his door. As he opened the door, I almost felt like turning round and running away, but he obviously sensed my nerves and did his best to make me feel at ease.
I was only there 30 maybe 45 minutes max, even though he'd booked me for an hour. He was really polite, well groomed and unexpectedly, quite a considerate lover. I thought all the guys would simply concentrate on their own pleasure. What's more, he gave me a tip too. It turned out that he often came to town on business, so I ended up seeing him on a regular basis until his job changed and he stopped coming to London. But I'll always remember him fondly as the guy who made my first night of escorting a pleasurable one.
I ended up in tears
My first experience of escorting in London was a pretty emotional one. I'd heard about all the escort agencies, but I thought I could do it on my own. I set up a website and was over the moon when I got my first client. On the way there though, the doubts set in. What if I was going to meet an axe murderer or a rapist? As it was, the guy was perfectly pleasant, very polite, and paid me what I'd asked for with a little on top too. However, on the taxi ride back to my apartment I just burst into tears. I wasn't particularly upset, I think it was just all the stresses of the evening coming out.
After that, I decided to join an agency. I thought I needed the security of having someone watching my back, and the camaraderie that the other escort girls provide. On my first night with the agency, they booked me in with a guy who was to become my first regular client. It was just a 30 minute meeting at my escort apartment, but he only stayed around 15 minutes, as that was all he needed to orgasm. It really was a case of 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'. Of course, that wasn't my only booking that evening. The second saw me heading to an office in a nearby block with one of the other escorts to meet two guys who were obviously married (not to each other I hasten to add) but wanting a bit of fun after work. Luckily the other escort was very experienced and helped me to get over my initial embarrassment. I'd never been with a woman before, let alone two men. To be honest, once I'd got over my nerves, it was fun.
I only had those two appointments that night, but overall it was a good introduction to being an escort. However, it took me a long time to get over those feelings of anticipation on the way to see a new client. In fact, I still get them to some extent now, as you never know what the guy's going to be like.