I had just landed my first job after graduating from college, and had little bit of extra cash for the first time after being a broke student for a long time...

So my friend and I were just shooting breeze when he suggested that we should check out this massage place. He said his back was hurting from playing tennis (such a light weight).

So we knocked on the door and an elderly Korean lady opened the door.. She told us, in her broken and barely comprehensible English, that all girls are busy and we should stop by in couple of hours.  We never came back the same day, but my friend asked me if I thought it was a whore house? I was already intrigued, and thinking along the same lines; I promised him I will check it out.

I couple of days later I stopped by and got a massage and blowjob for $100

This was in a small town in PA - even before I discovered  TER. Later on, after moving to DC, in 2004, I discovered TER and rest is the history. I must say that it was my inability to get laid was what promoted me to actually pay for sex in the first place, but that's a topic for another day.

My friend? I don't know if he ever checked it out. I did tell him that I got blown at the Korean place. He is seemingly happily married to a seemingly nice girl.  If he is ever in mood of trying play for pay, I owe him one.

So gentlemen, how did you get started in the hobby?






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My sister telling my Father that her friend at college had been busted for escorting during the school year.  I had been fantasizing about that friend of hers ever since I had met her a few years before.  To me, at that age, she was the hottest woman alive.  When I discovered what "escorting" was, I remember being just flabbergasted that I could have fucked a chick like that for just some cash.

I had a girlfriend at the time, and we were having rabbit sex daily, but the more I thought about the idea of being able to fuck a chick of my dreams for cash started getting to me.  Well, within a month or two, I set up my first appointment with an escort through the yellow pages.  I took a room at the motel that my girlfriend and I had been using, and set up an outcall.  I've been hooked and hobbying ever since. (pun intended)

I ended up joining the Army the next year when I ran out of college money, and was ultimately stationed in Frankfurt, Germany for 3 and 1/2 years.  Suck and Fucks in the Red Light District were going for 50 Marks ($25), so you can imagine where I spent almost every night. (ask me about the provider vending machine sometime).

I've been hobbying for 28 years now, without a break, and I can't imagine ever stopping.  I've done the streetwalker thing, truck stops, whore bars, Gentlemen Clubs, and of course, the fuck rags which evolved into the internet.  I've dealt with Pimps, drugged up providers, been robbed and beaten up, and had a gun pulled on me; but I've never considered quitting the Hobby.  

Particularly since I found TER six years ago, the use of which has basically eliminated the risk of the hobby.  Although sometimes I miss the adrenaline charge of the more dangerous element of the hobby,.

I love the Hobby

Yes, some amazing looking women. Unfortunately service usually sucked (in a bad way). Performance:1-6
No TER, No internet, No cell phones.

CBJ, CFS, no kissing or daty (not that I would want to with a SW) first one was 40 bucks, and it was a terrible experience. I couldn't even cum, and I left and jacked off, and swore off prostitutes, (for a few years). Tried again a few years later with two girls this time! Great looking babes, but another terrible experience. Swore 'em off again...for a few years. Eventually had some decent SW experiences and actually repeated with some. By my current TER standards, i would rate my best SW experiences as 9/6. Eventually tried massage places, and yellow page and classified personal ad escorts. Some good, some bad, one excellent experience there.

The internet and review sites, opened up a whole new world, and being able to research has virtually eliminated any bad or even mediocre experiences.


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Hi PS,

I loved the way they came up to us, my brother & I in Oahu, @ the bars & asked for dates!! I was to scared to take the plunge!! I wonder If my brother ever took them up on the offer?? I know a friend of mine did the deed!! The one woman said her BF was in prison & she needed the money for him!! She said she also carried a kniFe!!  I liked the truth in advertising, but had to pass!!  What can I say?? I'm a late bloomer!!

...a two-bit hooker really was two bits (That's a quarter for you young whippersnappers).  But I didn't even have two nickels to rub together. So... hey, wait a minute... "Darn you kids, get off my lawn!!"

Now where was I?  Shit, I'm tired, gotta take a nap.

Broke up with the girl I was seeing at the time, and totally pissed off and in a self-destructive mode.

So I called a few ads, drove down to Long Beach and met a blonde cougar.  It wasn't that great, she was attractive but not a beauty queen, and it was CBJ and FS, and I popped not too long after.

Felt incredibly guilty.  And then I went back and did it again.

It snowballed from there.  Just couldn't get enough.  So many memorable stories since then.

I remember feeling very guilty for first 3-4 yrs of hobbying.  Felt like a loser. Always used to swear that I will never fuck a hooker again. I was only after a few yrs that I was able to come to peace with this lifestyle.

I'm just teasing you about the grandpa stuff, because MrFisher is like 200 years old himself. But damn dude, 1936, are you serious? Man, what did girls look like back in those days. Did you even have condoms back in those days? What about electricity? Did girls clean themselves like they do before they meet their clients? Dude, I want to know about the history of escort scene from someone that lived through this.

What was it like back in those days? Where did the providers advertise, and what kind of services did they have? Do they BBBJ, CIM, and all that good stuff? How much was a quarter worth back in those days? Dude, what was it like in 1936? You do realized that if you subtract 37 years from that, it would be 1899. WTF, that is like the George Washington, Abraham Lincoln stuff. Are you serious? I'm known to tell a few jokes here and there, but, I really want to know if you are serious or not.

Not so much paying for sex, because we all kinda do that in many ways.  In NYC, if I take a girl out to dinner and drinks and everything else, then I'm gonna be out at least a few hundred bucks, and probably closer to $400 or $500 if you are talking dinner at a high-end restaurant, $18 martinis at a trendy bar/club/lounge, and cabfare.

For me, it was more that I did it because I was being self-destructive.

But that disappeared quickly as I realized that it was a quick means to an end.  I remember getting a $1000 signing bonus for my first job in accounting in 1991, and quickly blowing that on a bunch of bodyrubs with this one girl in Burbank.  She was the first bodyrub girl to allow touching of her pussy that I had found without expecting a tip.  At $160 for the hour back then, the $1000 didn't go far, and I was supposed to use that money to buy a few suits!

A lovely blonde spinner whose ad I found in the Boston Phoenix.

Got a talcum powder massage for ten minutes, then a hand job, topless.  $40.

A week later I came back and got a BBBJCIM, but with no swallow, totally nude.  $60.

I was off to the races, and never looked back.

in the agency realm. I just got my second divorce and remember like it was yesterday my ex saying to me, "You'll never make it without me." 2 months later I was running one of the very first agencies of its kind in New Orleans. We had a flow of about 25-40 guys a week, every week and I only took money off the girls first 6 calls...after that, they worked for profit only. This was back in 2006 and we knew NOTHING about review boards, screening, etc. We actually operated strictly from the newspaper (yep lol) and the white pages. NO email was used...just the phone.

We had no idea about cops, stings, screening of the like and for 2.5 years never got close to being busted. We were literally operating a damn brothel out of a 3 bedroom condo where 5 girls would show up from 8-5, and guys in and out all day long...it was the hottest part of town, and no one was the wiser lol. Back then the rate was 200 for one pop and no gfe. In and out in a half hour...more like a massage place where they bang on the door to tell you "time is up" lol.

That evolved into me starting my own indy persona, securing incalls around the city, rotating girls who I now love and trust. I still get a small fee for letting them use the space to provide, but not much since we all share the expenses. That's hooker history, and it is about to repeat itself once I start working a civie job. I will probably just start another agency and make money in my sleep!

I would love to hear stories for ladies as well. Didn't mean to exclude them, but didn't want to get too personal either.

...also very religious. I used to be confused about religion and GOD since I was like 5.

Now, I am proud to call myself an atheist. It takes a lot of conviction and courage to go against your upbringing.

So kudos to you !!!

In terms of todays inflated money, you should just about multiply those figures by 4, and then it makes a lot more sense.

Also remember back then, a session was over after you pop, and gals seldom gave more than 20 minutes tops.

Looked at that way, today's rates are a bigger bargain than what I paid back then.

Began my hobbying at the legendary cat house at Univ of GA called Effies in 1971.

It's just more that I have come to grips with my own views about different things.

I was on a business trip and bored.  Always wanted to have a threesome a s decided to call an escort service.  I called they set. Two HOT blondes from the south.   We had the neat threesome ever and the best part was they left and never called me after. I was hooked.  No drama.  No phone calls.  No where are you?  I was fuxking hooked