There is a lot of publicity about the exploitation and darker side of the sex work industry, but not everyone working in the business has a bad experience.
Here are a few of the more positive stories of Worthing escorts and how they fared on their first days on the job.
1. Face Fucking a Panda
This is a story from a while ago as its been a long time since I did ‘massage work’ in Worthing, and I only did it for a few months. I was quite young at the time and the place where I worked was brand new, I actually started there on the opening day. I was so nervous I turned up early and only one guy came that day. He was a first timer as well which made it easier for me. We were both really nervous but that actually seemed to make it easier for him.
We chatted as I showered him down and he told me he had kids. I’m pretty sure was still married but that didn’t bother me at all. He was actually very nice. I took him into one of the treatment rooms and started the massage. It was a really hot summer day and the windows were broken and wouldn’t open and there were no fans or aircon. First day glitches I think. It was OK at first, nice and of warm, but as we started getting into the fucking and sucking part, we both got hot and sticky pretty quick. By the time we finished we were both dripping with sweat, it was pretty grim. Fortunatley we both found it funny. He went for another shower, and as I looked in the mirror all of my eye make-up had completely run down my face. It looked like he had fucked a panda.
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2. Weird Times for A Worthing Escort
On my first day escorting I actually went to a funeral. The guy was gay but didn’t want his family to know until after the will had been read and finalised. So, it was an easy job with no actual sex, I just had to pretend to be his girlfriend. Four months later I had another booking with the same guy to go to a family dinner and we’d arranged for me to pick a fight after dessert about how all he cared about was his stupid job and we “broke up.” I never went all the way with my clients so I didn’t make as much as some of the other girls. I was an escort in the true sense and went to events with gentlemen who had party obligations but worked too much to have a regular girlfriend to go with. I did end up at one party with this “bitch couple” that my client totally hated because they usually got drunk and fucked in the coatroom. The funny thing was she was a friend of mine and we worked for the same “company.” Overall…if I wasn’t a single mother I would do it again, it was fun and the money was good for just going out for the night and giving the occasional blowjob.
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3. Doubling The Money The Old-Fashioned Way
I’m from a small country town had a really sheltered childhood, but it was quite tough as well. I lost both of my parents quote young and my foster family kicked me out at 17 after a big falling out. I stole some of their shit, pawned it and made my way to Brighton. I found a job on online and the ad said they were looking for women with an interest in massage, cash paid daily, no experience required. It seemed perfect for me and as I had less than £50 to my name, it was a no-brainer.
I worked there a few weeks without ever touching any of the guy’s cocks. I think they kept coming back because I’m pretty and do actually give a decent massage. Anyway, a few months in, and after chatting with the other girls, I realised that giving a hand job basically doubled my income. So, if I liked the guy I popped some of those off.
Once I got into the swing of it, working there was crazy! I was hungry for the money, so I’d work all day 6 days a week. I became really popular & the boss said he’d never seen someone earn money like I did. I got to keep the tips and split the hourly rate 60/40 with the boss. Some weeks I was clearing £1500. I had C list celebrities, super rich old guys, sports people, everyone really, all wanting a good quality massage and a very happy ending. One of my regulars was a cop and one day came to see me, and after he’d blown his load all over my hand he just said “don’t come in tomorrow and tell no one I told you”. I followed his advice and later that day found out the place had been raided. He got his next visit for free for that one.
A girlfriend of mine and I also worked together for a while, splitting hotel rooms and stuff.
Now I’m back at college full time and I only work at massages in my spare time. I always live within my means, own my car and and still have chunk of cash in savings from the Jack shack days. I still have seven clients. They’re all married and I’m their pampering on the side. It’s sort of like I just have seven part time, low maintenance boyfriends really, except they leave cash on the table.
This experience hasn’t been traumatic for me at all. It’s helped with my negotiating skills, it’s made me more comfortable around people, and it’s made me sharper and more aware. I know it’s dumb, but I love it.
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4. Worthing Pimp Turns Out to be a Good Guy
When I was 19 I replied to an online ad about sex work. I was in a bad place at the time and going through a real self-hating phase and had started doing drugs. When I called the guy who had placed the ad he was very straight to the point. He wanted me to come meet him at his place, which was in one of the parts in Worthing, so I agreed. It didn’t take him long to start asking why I was there, and what my intentions were in the business. I did freak out a little at how intense this seemed, but he then told me he ran an ‘agency’ (i.e. he was a pimp!). He said if everything went well in the next hour, he’d love to have me on his books. I showed willing, and we actually had a good time, so I went for it. The agency had a good feel – he took all of the girl’s photos with the same white backdrop, and we were asked to wear something cute as opposed to something sexy, which was a nice touch I thought.
I ended up becoming a bit of a cliché I suppose as I ended up ‘dating’ the pimp. It ended up with him being a truly great friend and really caring about me. I realised how good the time he caught me getting high on heroin. He took me straight to a detox clinic and had me admitted to their service. He really did want the best for me and wouldn’t let me go back to work at the agency once I was clean. I think he knew I wasn’t done with the drugs yet and he didn’t want to enable me.
At the time I was too young and addicted to see what he was trying to do for me, so I ended up going independent. I eventually got clean (took a couple of years) and continued to be an escort until I met the guy who would become my husband. Sometimes I do miss it, but the happiness I’ve found in being loved for more than my sexual appeal outweighs any desire to go back to the lifestyle, however well paid it was.
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5. When Desperation Meets Tinder
I was on Tinder a little while ago, and had been casually chatting to a guy I really liked. Nothing overtly sexual. He told me how he hadn’t dated in a while and was feeling down about his sister’s wedding later that month (he wasn’t married, she was younger, etc). He half jokingly said, “at this point I’d be willing to pay for someone to go with me.”
I didn’t immediately think I’d do it, but as we chatted a bit more the idea sunk in and he did seem really sweet. So, I offered to go with him because I do like. He booked a taxi for me so I could get to and from the wedding and he paid for my dress. We met for the first time at the reception (he was in the wedding party for the ceremony). We acted like we had been dating for months and even said we had met on Tinder, We didn’t mention I was being paid to be there). We both had a great time. Nothing very sexual happened apart from holding hands, dancing, and a couple of light kisses for show. At the end of the night, he asked me to come home with him, but I wasn’t ready for that yet and declined. He still paid me £200. So my first experience as an escort in Worthing couldn’t have been more innocent.
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6. Virgin Escort for Worthing
This may seem weird, but I went on my first job as a virgin, and it turned out to be a real “niche” market that I did really well out of. I’d been out for a coffee with a girlfriend who was paying her way through college by escorting, and when she found out I was still a virgin she said guys love being with an inexperienced girl and I could make a ton of cash. I had plenty of experience with guys, sucking and wanking, I’d just never gone all the way, I suppose I was saving myself. So, I signed up with the same agency she worked for to see where it would lead. I don’t think I’d really thought it through, especially the risks I might be taking, but at the time all I could thing about was the cash.
I found out there were two other girls at my agency that also remain virgins to cater to these guys because it’s a pretty common fetish. I was really nervous on my first job, but I knew that I was chosen by that client specifically for my lack of experience so this actually added to his excitement.
All the girls were really supportive before I left, giving me lots of tips. I met up with a the guy, a wealthy business type, and although he was older he was still quite attractive. I went with him to a work event as his girlfriend, we got a few drinks, ate a nice meal, and had a good conversation. We even had a bit of fun coming up with my back story on the way to the event, how we met, my name, etc. Afterwards we went back to his hotel room and he wanted a dance. We did, which led to some dry humping and me sucking him off. He really, really got off on the fact it was my first time, and that he was my first client. We spent most of the night there, with me getting him off twice more with hand and mouth and he licked my pussy to make me cum as well, which I thought was very gentlemanly of him. He didn’t push the no penetrative sex rule. He ended up giving me £500 for the evening.
I was really wound up all the way home, and honestly, I’d couldn’t get over how much he paid me when I actually had a lot of fun. I’d heard other girls say they’ve done this, and I guess I couldn’t help myself either because the second I got home I masturbated with the wad of cash rolled up and slipped into my pussy, I was so turned on from the night’s activities and money. I knew it wouldn’t always be like that, but oh my god. It’s been a year since then, and he’s still a regular of mine. I haven’t told him yet, but I’m pretty sure he’d love it.
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7. Worried Over Nothing
I got into the game because I was a single mum and was struggling to pay the bills. I put my ad up in the Worthing Friday-Ads. He replied. We set up a meeting and he paid for the room and got there first. I was so nervous as I approached the door. I imagined being arrested for prostitution or something, my picture in the paper. What would my family say? I imagined being choked to death, unable to scream. So many horrible thoughts. I regretted this. I shouldn’t be doing this. What was I thinking? Karma is going to get me.
When he opened the door, he had this welcoming, warm smile and he immediately put me at ease. We began making out, I stripped to my sexy underwear, he took out his not unimpressive cock. And really all that happened after that was 45 minutes of being eaten out (making me cum, which I hadn’t expected) and a good session of him driving his lovely cock into me. He offered extra money at the end which I, of course, accepted.
I absolutely was expecting to feel degraded and used at the end of this. Instead, I felt like I had just been worshiped. We kept in touch for three years afterward. On the drive home, I said to myself, “and to think I’ve been doing this for free all this time.”
Sensual Samantha 