Well, she was obviously not too smart, and hardly discrete. Why anyone would have a thing to do with her is beyond me.

I'd hardly have problems like this, trust me.

Dear Legal_Beagle:
Although your above account of what transpired with you friend should be a lesson learned for those who are currently or will be adult companionship professionals with a concentration in commercial sex,there are still some who are still brazen and salacious with respect to there demeanor when in public. It just goes to show, if you remain high class ,refined and continue to keep things harmonious around the residential area then you can continue to reside quietly.  However, if you continue to be blatant with your exploits to other hard working Americans then this is what will transpire and it will turn your life on its collective head.  Therefore, although you might be a hoe, keep it on a need to know basis and conduct your business a distance from your residence. Some people learn later than others not to shit where they eat later in life in the literal and geographic sense of the word.

And even if you've got the husbands on your side, the wives will always go for the kill shot because a working girl in the neighborhood upsets the balance of power at home.

Or more precisely, it undermines a wife's control over her husband because her ability to keep his balls in her purse and lead him around like a puppy dog is based on him not being able to get any pussy anywhere except from her.

So if you're breaking the pussy cartel by giving free samples and then selling it once they've tasted the sweet nectar, you're going to make more enemies than any one person can handle.

She certainly was not.   Yes, wives & SOs really resent any competition...  will not hesitate to drop a dime (showing my age) on that competition.  Providers are an easy target because Prostitution is generally illegal...   the Merry Widow or Divorcee next door quickly finds themselves unwelcome.

I've always been baffled by the ladies who behave as though they're untouchable and no one knows what they're doing.  It's as though they really think that LE is fooled by things like '300 roses' when they mean dollars.  La, la, la... You can't see me because I'm cleverly disguised as a legitimate business woman.  Feh.

Ladies, the chances are that maintenance has been into your in-call at least once and has seen the sex swing, economy sized box of condoms, closet full of nothing but high heels and panties and a fridge that has more flavors of vodka than your night stand has flavors of lube.  They're not fooled but in my experience all the poor apartment manager wants is peace and quiet.  Pay your rent on time, keep the traffic down to a dull roar and be nice to your neighbors.  The apartment manager, as long as she has a plausible deniability, will often turn a blind eye to most shenanigans.  However, if you've got all of your neighbors pissed off at you because you decided to play cunt of the litter one day... Well, let's just say that they'll probably take pains to notice you.

My philosophy is 'be forgettable when you're coming and going but phenomenal behind closed doors.  If you want to be the center of attention, go dance on a pole.  If you want to be successful in the hobby, let your neighbors know you as the quiet, sweet girl next door who rescues kittens and helps little old ladies across the street.    We've all heard the old saw about being old or being bold but not ever being both at the same time.