Dave doesn't usually tell people right away what he does for a living. That's because he works as the director of online marketing for, as he first described it to me, "a pimp. Dave's employer is not, strictly speaking, a pimp. Instead of dealing directly with the trade, the company runs what is, on the surface, an online social network for gay men, shielding itself behind a legal loophole that allows it to profit from the sex trade while maintaining plausible deniability. His parents don't know the exact details of his work, either. When people ask, "I'm a consultant for some companies in New York" is his standard cover.
Surely, I thought, escorting would help me satisfy my dirty conscience while keeping my hands relatively clean. Not so. Ugh, this one really sucks. Nothing ruins a perfectly decent fake-date like the cops or, worse still, your dad finding out about it. Then you have to listen to the weird piano recordings he sends you. When searching for your client at the designated meet-up spot, the safest bet is to mosey on over to the guy in the ill-fitted button-down with the greasy grey comb-over, mustache, and the anxious expression any sexually frustrated year-old wears when he has a vicious half-chub.
The number one requirement is Companionship. That means you will accompany women as their companion to various events such as dinner dates , weddings , business functions and other social events. Some of our ladies simply want companionship for an evening. There is no ideal type of person when it comes to being a companion escort.
I never would've guessed that being a male escort would be my calling. I mean, I was a late bloomer growing up in rural Virginia. I didn't even lose my virginity until I was 19, with someone I met on vacation in Puerto Rico.