My story starts many years ago with a girl I am no longer with, and, despite the name of the article, has nothing to do with the story I am going to tell you. I was living in Atlanta, GAback then and was only starting my career, following a few years in college. One day, in the midst of a very casual conversation with Lisa, my girlfriend at that time, we got to the topic of porn stars and I found myself asking her (in what I referred to as humorous way) if she would ever consider being a porn star, with everything involved. I was surprised to hear a “yes” in return and I went on to ask if she would ever consider working as an escort and found myself shocked again when she replied she most definitely would, at least for a limited period of time. I remember thinking back then that women probably see it differently than men and that a guy would never want his girl to provide such services to other guys while girls wouldn’t be so negative about it. I left those thoughts for many years to only encounter them again unexpectedly.
My life changed quite a bit during those years. I moved to Las Vegas and found my dream job as an executive in a developing high tech company. Things were working out for me, I was making a lot of new friends and enjoying what sin city has to offer (and yes, it does mean I tasted my share of Las Vegas escorts). The missing piece of the puzzle – a dream woman, was also early to arrive. On a nice BBQ dinner at a friend’s pool, I met Ashley – she was all I ever wanted, smart, funny, stunning and full of joy. She was 7 years younger than me and made me feel 20 again. She told me she recently graduated from
College in San Francisco and moved to Vegas where she works as a superintendant on a call center, a job that requires her to work night shifts, and sometimes be on alert during day time. We were dating for a few months and she was trying to balance her shifts to allow as much time for meeting me. I was completely in love. We travelled together, went to the best shows, had tons of laughs and had the best sex ever. She was perfect. Until…
One day, during summer of 2010, Ashley got an urgent call and had to go to work. She usually carried 2 different phones, one for private calls and the other one belonged to her employer (or so she claimed). I don’t know what got into me as I don’t think I ever suspected her but she was negligent enough to leave her “business phone” at my place on that day and something made me play with it and go through the text messages there. I was shocked. There were 3 messages there from what seemed like guys asking to
schedule an appointment with her and asking whether she is “open” for some really explicit sexual stuff. I didn’t know what to do. I thought it must all be a huge mistake and called a friend who came up with a plan. He asked me for her business phone number and once she came back that evening to pick up her phone, he called and scheduled a “meeting” with her for the next day at some hotel room he rented.
She showed up as they scheduled and as he opened the door he handed his phone over to her. I was on the other line, telling her how much she hurt me and listening to her giving excuses for hiding the fact that she was an escort all during that time.
That was my story, briefly. I might continue later and tell you what happened next…
My life changed quite a bit during those years. I moved to Las Vegas and found my dream job as an executive in a developing high tech company. Things were working out for me, I was making a lot of new friends and enjoying what sin city has to offer (and yes, it does mean I tasted my share of Las Vegas escorts). The missing piece of the puzzle – a dream woman, was also early to arrive. On a nice BBQ dinner at a friend’s pool, I met Ashley – she was all I ever wanted, smart, funny, stunning and full of joy. She was 7 years younger than me and made me feel 20 again. She told me she recently graduated from
College in San Francisco and moved to Vegas where she works as a superintendant on a call center, a job that requires her to work night shifts, and sometimes be on alert during day time. We were dating for a few months and she was trying to balance her shifts to allow as much time for meeting me. I was completely in love. We travelled together, went to the best shows, had tons of laughs and had the best sex ever. She was perfect. Until…
One day, during summer of 2010, Ashley got an urgent call and had to go to work. She usually carried 2 different phones, one for private calls and the other one belonged to her employer (or so she claimed). I don’t know what got into me as I don’t think I ever suspected her but she was negligent enough to leave her “business phone” at my place on that day and something made me play with it and go through the text messages there. I was shocked. There were 3 messages there from what seemed like guys asking to
schedule an appointment with her and asking whether she is “open” for some really explicit sexual stuff. I didn’t know what to do. I thought it must all be a huge mistake and called a friend who came up with a plan. He asked me for her business phone number and once she came back that evening to pick up her phone, he called and scheduled a “meeting” with her for the next day at some hotel room he rented.
She showed up as they scheduled and as he opened the door he handed his phone over to her. I was on the other line, telling her how much she hurt me and listening to her giving excuses for hiding the fact that she was an escort all during that time.
That was my story, briefly. I might continue later and tell you what happened next…
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