Seeking information about Escorts - Page 3

On July 20 2011 02:25 Otolia wrote:
Escorts were originally created for businessmen to attend social events with someone. That's why they are called escorts. Afterwards sex was just a bonus.

If you are either rich or really lonely, don't pay for a escort or a prostitute. It's a waste of money.

On July 20 2011 01:12 ILOVEKITTENS wrote:
ToxNub, I can tell you feel very defensive about this and were only looking for experiences. I must warn you, although I will be posting only my experience, it may put you on the defensive given its negative nature and ominous foreshadowing. This will be very long-winded, I hope you don't mind.

**Note: I am personally against the words 'escort' and 'prostitute' and will use neither in my story, I think that they are unnecessary and the labels are demeaning in nature. I think 'companion' and the like are more appropriate.

Let's start from the beginning. It all started in a small, quiet town by the shore. One day I woke up in front of my SNES and I felt like doing something new, something different - sitting and playing videogames all day wasn't going to cut it today. My first idea was to get myself a companion. I went on my PC to look for relevant information, but like you, I came up nearly empty-handed. Although, I did find a way to improve my companion's health ^^; I'll tell you more about that later. As I walked out, I started to feel like it was my destiny to find a companion today - the TV was playing a movie which had a few boys walking down the railroad tracks, and my mom said "All boys need to leave home someday." Keep in mind I was very young at the time, had never had a girlfriend, and had almost never been outside of my little backwoods town. I knew that I wouldn't find any companions here, so I ventured bravely on the road to the nearest REAL city.

I took a few steps down the road at the edge of our town, and I heard my best friend's grandfather yelling after me. He had been very close to me for a very long time, and so he always looked out for me. I felt comfortable telling him what I was set on doing - after all, I could use any advice I could get, and a lonely old-timer such as himself probably knew a lot about companions anyway. As he approached me, I asked him about finding myself a companion and he warned me that it was very dangerous to just go out on the streets to look for them. Just as he said that, we saw an extremely cute companion on just a few steps away from the town gates. Unbeknown to me, my friend's grandfather was actually a true baller - he seemed VERY experienced with companions. He easily picked her up, and we walked back to his mansion in our town (seriously, the place is HUGE, so much bigger than every house in our town). This is when I started to piece things together... I asked him cautiously if he was a pimp or a gangster of sorts. "It's nothing like that," he said, "I just have a huge database of companions on my computer, and so I am well-known among them and their customers." Maybe there was something more to this old professor than met the eye...

As we got into the house. I saw my friend there. I couldn't believe it at first... Is my friend's grandfather really going to talk to his grandson with a companion right in their company? To my further surprise, THERE WAS ALREADY ANOTHER COMPANION IN THE BUILDING. Although, maybe it is only due to my naivete that I didn't expect a rich, old, mansion-owning dude to have them available 24/7. Either way, I was shell-shocked. The next events kind of unfolded as a blur - I was told to go up to the companion already there, I walked towards her in a daze, my friend ran past me with an erection pitching a tent in his pants, pushed me out of the way, and so I walked towards the companion we found on the way. She was still very cute, but wasn't very personable. Gramps told me that with the higher-class companions, you have to show a lot of attention and care to them, because they have high standards and will not cooperate with you if you do not meet their demands. This was a revolutionary concept, because I thought that they were like slaves - you pay money for them, and tell them what to do, right? WRONG. So, so very wrong.

After talking a bunch of shit about my companion, my friend almost got into a fight with me, but I had more pressing matters to attend to. As I walked outside I realized that I couldn't just go back to my house with my companion and hope that my mom doesn't suspect anything. So, it turned out we had to go to the city anyways. As we walked towards the city, I was surprised to see how many companions would come up to us and try to persuade us to stop. Almost always they managed to stop us, but we would fight them off and forge on ahead. All of them were frankly much uglier than the companion I was already walking with, and I figured the only reason she was hanging so close to our town's gates is because she doesn't associate with these lower-class companions.

This has become far too long, so I will just cut to the chase. Although this story describes just the beginning of my development as a sort of master of companions (eventually you learn how to develop your relationship with each one, improve their performance based on your tastes, expand your own black book of information about each one, etc.), I had already gotten this mentality about companions that I just want more, no, I want ALL of them. Why would I ever just stick to one when I can have them all? The road that this led me down was perilous. I fought, I ran, I cried, perhaps too many times than I am willing to admit. But in the end, my mentality stayed the same:

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Now, I have a new mentality, and I wish to propagate it once more:

Best of luck! FIGHTING!