My first time was about 2 years ago in Las Vegas.  My brother and I drove out from Las Vegas to Pahrump to visit the Chicken Ranch Brothel.  I had done research so I kind of knew what was going to happen there.  We got there and got out of the car.  The madam buzz about 8 girls out and they stood there saying their names.  Lol, I thought I was in Enter The Dragon.  You know the scene where a bunch a girls get sent out and the fighters get to pick.  Smiling I picked out Jasmine the tall blonde who was about 5 feet 9.  She had on a beautiful light brown dress which showed off her body.  If I had to guess, she looked like she was in her mid/late 30's.  Luckily she was there because I didn't like any of the other girls.  I'm pretty sure I would of just walked out with blue balls.  

She takes me by my hand and leads me to her room.  We negotiate price and agree to a deal.  She checks my Johnson to make sure I'm disease free.  We talk for a bit and I find out she's from South Carolina.  I loved her southern accent.  Would of been sweet if she had on cowboy boots to match that southern accent.    

Had a great time with her and hugged her good bye.  I was so nervous, I could barely think of anything to talk about.  I just did the deed and left.

I ran an agency for 2 years before I ever provided myself, so I gave it a shot on Valentines Day no less, right after ending it with a BF. I actually saw 3 guys in an 8 hour period, but only had sex with one of them...obviously. Not my cup of tea, but I do love to suck c*ck, and could easily see 5 a day if that was ALL I had to do.  

They were all outcalls to random hotels in which I was stupid enough to drive myself to, with not much screening other than I knew their full names and room numbers...we did not use references back then.  

I was tipped very well, all were only one pop with no gfe, and I think I made like 1400 off of 3 calls, all about a half hour each. I don't make that shit today for the time and effort I have to put in, plus I have to supply the incall, the wine or champagne, cheese, fruit, candy, and 2 full hours of GFE. Just saying. Things were a lot easier back then, and I made a hell of a lot more money for doing less work.

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I was out for my own fantasies and excitement at the time (I am a hobbiest!!) so I knew what I wanted!!!

It was before screening happened and all you got was a phone call saying a time!!
He came in and after the initial nerves of what I was doing...was this LE...will he hurt me...I relaxed and realized I get to do whatever I want!!!!!!

He left and I sat there with the money wondering why I had never done this before!!!  lol

Now I can live out all my fantasies over and over...it's awesome!!!!

Pammy

I'd been broke for months. I was behind on rent for the first time ever, and couldn't drive because someone else smashed my car, and *they* were uninsured. Life sucked and wasn't getting better unless a miracle struck. By the time I talked w/a pleasant-sounding lady who promised me I'd make a few hundred a night, I didn't care if every single dude was 500 lbs and had pork rinds stuck in his pubic hair. Anyway, he wasn't that, but wasn't Richard Gere either. Not fun, but not awful enough so that I ran away screaming. (The fun times didn't start until much later.) So I kept at it, and here I still am.

And Sympathyforthedevil was bemoaning the lack of new things to talk about.

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Just trying keep the tradition of over-the-top metaphors alive and well! It's a completely hypothetical bag of pork rinds, lol, not something I've actually ever heard from another girl or experienced myself. I literally sat here and tried to think of the most disgusting thing possible.

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About 3 months ago had everything set up had did my research and she was highly reviewed (top 15 in my area) so I knew it was all legit. Had PM'd a couple guys who had seen her for a heads up or what have ya. Even posted a wish me luck thread on our local board which of course she responded to which made me a bit embarrassed. Called when I got to incall and stride through the lobby like Wyatt Earp heading to the OK Corral, then hang on to handles in elevator so I wouldn't fall from weak knees. She's waiting at the door and I was paralyzed with fear and awe ( gotta realize hadn't been with anyone but SO in 15 years), she literally pulled me to her by my collar and DFK me into submission. After that and a couple minutes of chit chat I discovered my hidden Mojo that I thought disappeared around the end of the 90's. Seen a few ladies since that first foray into the hobby but that first one will always stick in my mind. Like a rite of passage from ordinary dude to a member of a unique fraternity of the iniated hobbyist.

First time was probably 20 years ago.  If there was an internet I wasn't aware of it.  The search was via ISO ads in a local mainstream magazine in a metropolitan area.  The key to figuring out it was pay for play was "looking for a generous man".  I made the call and we arranged to meet at a bar in a nice hotel.  It seemed like a "date" so I understood I was to obtain the room.  We met, I bought her a drink and left within about 10 minutes.  I think the bartender smirking when we left.  

Up to the room and I didn't know what I was doing on the business side.  She told me the price and to put it in her purse while she went to freshen up.  Looking back she must have either been fairly amateurish, too, since that seems a risky move.  She also seemed a little surprised I was interested in DATY before the main event.  I was nervous  and enjoyed it but didn't come back to the hobby until I discovered this place a little over ten years ago.