I'm A College Educated Suburban Stay-at-home Mom... And A Prostitute.I live in a nice 2-story house on a cul-de-sac in a small Southern town. The lawn is perfectly manicured, thanks to a lawn service that comes by weekly. Behind the privacy fence in the back, there's a large in-ground pool and a patio set up for entertaining my husband's business associates and our children's friends. My husband works 40-60 hours a week and makes decent money. I stay at home with my kids, try to keep my house reasonably clean, and clip coupons.
And a few hours a week, I leave the kids with my husband and go out to meet my "Johns."
I have a bachelor's degree. Before I had kids, I had a career. I make more money now than I ever did in my 40+ hour weeks in that "legitimate" career, and this one barely takes me away from my family at all.
I meet most of my men online. They like that I'm married. Some know that my husband knows and supports me; others think I'm sneaking around. Whatever seems like the best story for each man is what I go with. Most of them think they're the only one I'm seeing outside of my marriage. They're all to happy to pay me a few hundred for whatever they're not getting.
Most of them are married and she's a b!tch, doesn't give him any, won't fulfill his fantasy, blah, blah, blah. I listen, but I don't care. For these guys, I'm the good wife to someone else, the wife they wish they had. They don't want to end their marriage, and they know that I don't, either, so they feel safe getting what they need from me. They don't bat an eye at handing me a fist full of cash or leaving it on the night stand--although I often wonder how some of them do it so often without their wives noticing...
Some are single. Some of them aren't having any luck and just want to be with a woman. These guys are usually cool with knowing that my husband knows where I am and who I'm with every single time I leave the house. They're cool with sharing a guy's wife, even if they don't know the guy. A few of them are even cool with knowing I'm really a prostitute and that I have sex with other men besides them. And I've had more than one tell me that paying me for a sure thing is way cheaper than dating long enough to finally get a girl into bed.
I'm not bikini model material. I have extra pounds and stretch marks. My breasts sag a little. I'm so pale, I almost glow. I'm real. I could be the housewife next door to any of these men--or to anyone reading this.
I'm also not a confused young woman. I wasn't abused as a kid. Both of my parents were professionals--and I don't mean prostitutes. A teacher and a doctor. I'm not forced into this by circumstance or by anyone else in my life. I did it the first time because I needed cash. I continue to do it because I like it.
I get off all the time when I'm working. I'll do some crazy things in the name of fulfilling a man's fantasy, but I've never done anything I didn't enjoy as well.
I feel beautiful when I'm working. When a man opens the door and gasps because he hasn't seen a face pic of me (can't risk people in my town finding out what I do for a living) and is just realizing that I'm not ugly, it's an amazing feeling. I wear my highest heels and my sexiest jeans every single time I go out. It's my work uniform, I suppose.
I don't watch the clock and charge by the hour. I charge by the experience instead. And the crazy thing is that I could count on 1 hand the number of men I've actually spent an hour with. They all tell me they can go for hours or forewarn me that we need to pick a time when we can be together for a couple of hours. Right. Most of them want to talk before or after. They want to complain about their jobs or wives, talk politics, just whatever. If I spend an hour with a man, that's probably why.
In short, I'm the last person anyone would suspect of being a prostitute, and I like my job.