Wall Street escort reveals how the clients she flatters are actually 'really small and bad in bed'
22:52 GMT, 3 May 2012
A Manhattan-based escort has revealed all about her profession and the men she encounters, most of whom are married and talk too much she says.
In an honest and informative piece posted on Buzzfeed, the high class prostitute admits that while most of her clients are wealthy, high flyers, they behave like 'babies' when it comes to satisfying their egos.
Resigned to hearing about their wives and children, their squash partners and colleagues, the anonymous escort says she is often be subjected to hateful taunts if she doesn't then tell the men what wonderful lovers they are.
Exposed: A high class escort has revealed that many of her wealthy clients are married, talk too much and need constant praise
It is at times like these, she writes, when she wants to just say: 'No, actually, you're really small and you're bad in bed.'
The 28-year-old who describes herself as having 'the kind of tiny but curvy body that drives men wild, with auburn hair and almond-shaped eyes,' started escorting when she moved to New York as a way to pay rent.
The first date she recalls made her so nervous that she had to keep going to the bathroom and she worried how she could ever been seen as sexy.
Now a seasoned pro though, she is able to look back at the men with whom she's slept with a matter of fact attitude and ambivalence towards the men who call her all the time one minute and then disappear forever the next.
Among the surprising details of her experiences, the young sex worker confesses that sometimes she can't help but feel jealous of the wives of her handsome, well-dressed, successful Wall Street clients even though they are the victims of the infidelity.
'It's a weird feeling. It's easier with the ugly or arrogant ones,' she concludes.
'There have been a few where I've actually been jealous of their wives… It's a weird feeling. It's easier with the ugly or arrogant ones'
Though her former pimp, Sean, took a considerable percentage of her fee, at the start of her career, the escort describes the feeling of elation on returning home with tens of $100 bills in her pocket.
And not all the men are unpleasant for a high class service provider, she adds.
In fact, she recalls of the work she did under Sean: 'I worked three nights a week, then five, then almost every night. I actually started getting a rush out of it – these Wall Street men falling all over themselves, paying all this money for just a little bit of my time.'
Now, however, disillusionment has set in.
Having thought that she may find a man 'who wanted something long-term,' the New Yorker realises that this is no longer a realistic goal.
'One guy who was in private equity gave me $5,000 a month for four months, but then he disappeared. These men, it's like they die one day.
'They write you all the time and want to see you a lot, but… I can't trust any of them. They're all liars. Some nicer or cuter than others, but all liars.'