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"Another thing is, it can really push your creativity because the more general fetishes are like hypnosis. You just have to wing it and hope for the best. They give you a scenario, and it just comes down to your best acting. It's a tough job, but it pays pretty well."

"I did service women and married couples, which was often pretty fun. I'd be willing to do it again and maybe even try to disassociate enough that I could see men to get the big bucks, but I don't identify as gay and don't know how healthy that'd be mentally. 

I was a gangly teenager, and that sold. Sometimes people think that women can't be attracted to underage-looking people, but I absolutely assure you, it's a selling point. I recently started to work out and try to get back into shape, and I might try to revisit the whole sex work thing now that I have a much less nervous view on sexuality. We'll see."

"I view my clients sort of like friends. I like to be in their company. One of them makes great food when I visit her. It is difficult to find new clients, but I don't need other clients. I do it for fun, not for the money. 

The woman chooses what they pay me, and they pay me an average of €200/evening. Sometimes they buy me gifts or do my groceries, make dinner for me — stuff like that. I do have a job, and I get about €1,000 extra from them each month, including gifts and cash. If I had a few extra clients, I could live without the other job. I'll see what the future brings and see if I can or want to quit my other job."

"Men, on the other hand, were a different story. Few really cared about discretion, and they often wanted much more adventurous encounters. Most fetishes, save for a few, I've done. The male crowd was also nearly all city professionals with good jobs and very nice houses. They were typically older than females, roughly between 35-50.

Men typically paid more, not only because they were generally after more adventurous kinky sex, but also seemed to embrace the fact that it was a sordid, 'dirty' hook up more than women, who felt more of an emotional connection, even though we both knew it was no strings attached.

However, I still occasionally speak to my clients, even though I've now stopped selling my time. The idea that I only engage with 'dirty,' 'perverted,' or desperate individuals couldn't be more wrong. 99% of my clients were city professionals with stable, well-paid jobs, and they were quite interesting people who you would never have imagined would be paying a 20-year-old for sex. They were completely normal people who just wanted to have some fun."

"One memorable night, I let one of my clients cry to me over Italian comfort food about how her husband didn't feel for her anymore. On another occasion, a client insisted that I stay afterwards and watch a movie with her for an extra $100. I would usually give them a package of $300-$350 if I knew them a bit better and stayed a while.

All in all, it was a good, rewarding experience. I would do it again if I had time, but it can wear on you if they start to rely on you for more than just temporary happiness."

"Most of my clientele at the fetish club were men over 40. And for the ones at the brothel were almost always drunk and high.

While the fetish club had strict rules and costs about touching or not touching, touching was more money. Quite a few of the clients who I don't think identified as LGBTQ+ would want to have a play with my equipment (not in a sexual way, either, just mostly curiosity). I'm pretty well-endowed, and I guess there aren't many other situations you can be in that you can just play with another man's penis without there being other 'aspects' associated with it.

It was a pretty dark part of my life for personal reasons, but I had a lot of fun partying with the women after work, and those women partied HAAAARD."

"We hung out for a while — I think while she worked up the nerve to get to the sex part, and then she paid me again. It felt odd, but not bad. And then she told me that she knew a woman who could also really use a 'night off' from her kids, as I had given her, and asked if she could pass along my number. I said yes, and that's how I became a sex worker.

It didn't last long, and I only had a few clients. Only the first woman was someone I would've been interested in outside of the financially beneficial arrangement. And when I talked to others about it, I referred to myself as a 'husband for a day.'

"If the guy was rude, had bad hygiene, or was sketchy, I had the right to just walk away. Surprisingly, I only did that twice. The vast majority were very kind and respectful. My impression was that a lot were closeted gay men who were married to women, just looking to explore their fantasies. They were usually not very experienced and preferred that I take the lead.

I made a lot of money, but only saw a marginal portion of it. The agency got a big cut, so I depended on tips. I had to cover my own supplies and subway travel. I only had one client who tried to play the role of a 'sugar daddy' and lavished me. After a year, I had my fill of it and chose to quit. It was an interesting experience, and I met a lot of nice guys. 8/10 experience, but would not repeat."

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