I had a sit-down with a prostitute!

Its criminal, but the law is vague!

Okay guys, this is a juicy one! Obviously not going to be for everyone, so if you’re already hating this and/or offended, please avert your eyes now and wait for my more normal posts in my next blog! There’s nothing graphic here, but of course it’s a post on having sex for money and will most definitely turn people off !
 If you’re curious about other lifestyles though, and ever wondered how people end up down paths like these as well as how much they get paid (!), then keep reading as it’ll definitely accomplish that.

I will call her Cynthia! This is not her real name, but will make do for the story to flow and keep her dignity intact! About my dignity and how I got to chat her up..... well, its gonna be a long wait!
Well, this is her narration;

How It All Started

My friends and I would meet up at my house, a bedsitter, just off Kasarani-Mwiki road each Friday night after class. We would hang out and have dinner and then go out to dance and play. On some occasions we would run into another group of girls and hang out together. We usually joke that its our gang-friends! They were a lot of fun and we all became friends. I noticed time and again that one of the girls always had a new outfit and handbag. (I will call this one Sophie!)

I sat down next to Sophie on one of those comfy club leather seats and joked around with her one night and said, “I want to go shopping with you sometime!”

She replied to me, “Let’s do it, I go every single week!”

“Your credit card bill must be insane!”

“No credit cards, no ATMs, No Mpesa, just cash! Not with this world full of cyber criminals!” she told me and off she went back to dance leaving me to wonder how she had so much money as a campus student.

At the end of the night, as we headed home, I tried to catch up to her and asked her where she worked and she said, “All over the place.”

She smiled and got into the car with her friends. A little later that night she texted me and asked me to come by her place Sunday afternoon.

I showed up to her house and her roommates said that they thought she was still asleep. I went upstairs to her room and knocked on her door and actually woke her up. It was 3 p.m.

She sat up in bed and said that she had been working all night long and got home just after breakfast.

“So you work nights?” I asked.

She crawled out of bed and went over to her laptop and told me to come over.

“I made over 80k last night,” she said.

She then pulled up a website and there she was in multiple selfies posing in lingerie and showing off her body and long blonde hair. She called herself Shantelle in her ad and said that she was ready to help guys release the stress from their lives and could discretely make their worries disappear, or something to that effect. The ad said to call or text her, but no free pictures and no dirty talk.

She said she was strictly for VIP escort and charged 18k for a half-hour or 10k for an hour for her “companionship.”

I was shocked.

“You’re a prostitute?” I remember questioning loudly.

“I’m an escort and I met up with three guys last night. Two businessmen in town at their hotels, and then stayed overnight with one of my regulars at his apartment home,” Shantelle said. “I get 50k for staying overnight.”

She walked over to her drawer and opened it up and pulled out a pile of cash.

“That’s just last night; we should go and buy something.”

We went to TRM (always my weakness) and she picked up a new Louis Vuitton hand bag.

Never In My Dreams

I left Shantelle after we grabbed a bite to eat, and just sat there on my bed not being able to get our conversation out of my head. I remember thinking about all the money she had and how easy it seemed for her, but most of all how it didn’t seem to bother her at all. 
She made more in a night than I did part-time in months. I had bombarded her with questions while shopping and at dinner.

“How did you get into this?”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Aren’t you grossed out by the old guys?”

“Aren’t you scared when you show up?”

“Aren’t you afraid of picking up an STD?”

“Are you afraid of getting arrested?”

“How much money have you made?”

Shantelle said that she had all the same questions as well. It was a former roommate of hers that introduced her to it when she was invited to go along as a second woman on a “date.”

She said that she had met up with dozens of men and even a few couples. She said at this point she had many regulars that she saw once a week or once a month. Most of them were businessmen who would text her during the day and ask if they could meet up on their way home from work. On occasion it was just a lonely guy who had no chance at bars. A quick rendezvous and she had a couple of thousands in her purse. Shantelle figured she had made over six-figures the last two years.

Making the Jump

I didn’t get into it right away. My biggest concern was about who would be on the other side of the door. I didn’t want to go out one night and never be heard of ever again.

Shantelle said that it was ultimately up to me who I would meet with and I could be independent or work with an agency.  She was independent, but got called all the time by agencies and pimps trying to get her to work for them. They promised her more money and a driver to take her around to clients while protecting her. She decided to go it alone after talking to others.

Shantelle only met up with guys 40 and older. She said young guys are largely punks (and they are) whereas there are a lot of older guys who just need some company who are divorced or guys that just want a break from their life. 
She also said that there are tons of guys that travel into town for conventions and work that look for a quick hook-up while they are away from home.

After a couple more conversations with her I finally decided to give it a shot. I wanted to make thousands of shillings just like her.

My First Ad

I took so many pictures and spent so much time writing my first ad. I love taking pictures of myself, but it is awkward to take pictures half naked and then post them online. What if my mom saw it or my little brother? Even more awkward was trying to figure out a price of what your body is worth. I called myself Cynthia.

I got a spare phone and set up a message like Shantelle had recommended “Hi boys, I’ve been waiting for your call, I’m excited to see you soon. Keep calling.” You can’t go and meet with clients and have your phone buzzing and ringing all night so I just tell them to keep calling and I can answer in between visits.

I quickly found out that guys don’t read the ads as much as they look at pictures. I changed my hair style to a long weave because Shantelle said that long weaves generally can attract more clients and they make you look more appealing.
 I put the same price as Shantelle for my time with 8k for a half-hour and 10k for an hour. I also up-sell them as well once I’m in the room with them, especially young guys - You know the way you'd feel a man's heart racing then you up your price! Funny but real!

I got arrested during a sting about seven months into it at a hotel because I got sloppy and didn’t verify a guy who said he was just in town on business. But police raids don’t happen too often because police simply don’t have the time and resources to keep up. It’s just a minor misdemeanor for prostitution and a 2k bribe, but when you make thirty times that on a Friday or Saturday night it’s not enough to stop the business. Besides, the constitution as it is.... ah ah!!

Tricks of the Trade

You can’t just call and show up and drop your pants. *She  laughs out loud.. literally!!
For pros like myself and Shantelle, there is a two-step verification process to protect ourselves from psychos. We give you an address to show up to, and then once you arrive we give you the real address.

I prefer to only verify guys online or from references from other girls they have been with. Some guys freak out that we want their real name and where they work or even their social media profile, but we have to watch out for ourselves.

When you show up to our place that is called an “in” call. I used to do that for a while when I got my own apartment, but got tired of changing out the sheets four or five times a day and showering four or five times a day and doing my hair and makeup over and over again. I wasn’t making as much money working that way.

I found I made more money with less clients on “out” calls, which meant going to hotels where I could get bigger money and bigger tips or gifts from my regular clients. Business guys just had more money, and often wanted to spend less time together. They had no drama and didn’t cling to me, just sex and back out the door.

Some guys did request for me to show up to their house and I never like walking down the hall past the family pictures or seeing the happy couple’s pictures staring back at me right next to the bed, but it’s the man’s decision to cheat and not mine and I am not picky over money. It’s all cash in my hand at the end of the night.

My First Time

My first client was a divorced man in his 50’s. He was a lot older than anyone I had ever been with before. He called just an hour or so after I posted my first ad on NAIROBI DISCREET VIP ESCORTS on facebook which has recently been shut down; but there are plenty of other local sites to advertise, plus most of my business comes from regulars after a few months, so I didn’t need to always advertise. Some girls run their own escort web sites.

He called me and said he was in town on business for a few days and wanted me to come to his hotel downtown. He gave me some times to see what worked for me and I verified who he was online and I got ready and headed downtown. My heart pounded so hard after the phone call. Was I really going to go through with this? I nearly passed out from anxiety as I headed up the stairs. 

I walked down the corridor and stood in front of the door. I just stood there and couldn’t bring myself to knock on the door. Finally “Jim” opened the door without me knocking.

He was a quiet, balding man who looked older than my dad. He invited me in and I asked him where the money was at (Shantelle always said to ask right away and if you didn’t see it to walk out). 
He pointed over by the TV and I went to count the money and there was 10k in thousands. I placed it in my bag and asked Jim to go get in the shower and to brush his teeth. 

That’s all I share about my first time or any other time other than most older guys are really hairy and kind of gross, but like Shantelle mentioned they are more polite and respectful than younger guys.
 I can deal with a pot-bellied bald guy than a total a-hole with rock hard abs and six packs. Like Shantelle, I don’t meet with anyone younger than 40 anymore.

The Money

The money is amazing. It has to be for putting yourself through the mental and physical anguish a couple nights a week. I’ve never had so much money so fast. If it was harder to get, I would have quit a long time ago. I spent it just as fast as I brought it in the first few months. 

I was in the mall a few times a week picking up anything I wanted. I splurged going on vacations and ski trips. I felt like I could do anything I wanted and that I deserved it because of what I had to go through to get it.

On occasion some men would ask for me to stay the weekend or the whole duration of work convention, and I would stay at the hotel and they would pay for spa and massages and I could order room service while they were off in their meetings. Sometimes they would leave cash to go shopping as well.

I charged handsomely for a weekend getaway. Sometimes it was actually fun to go out of town and be treated well and come away with so much money. Sometimes it was boring as hell getting stuck with someone with no personality and pretending to like them for a few days, but the money made it tolerable.
 I dreaded going to dinner for their work parties because a 24 year old girl with an old guy makes people assume I was being paid to be there. And even though I was, I still didn’t like being dressed down by the other women.

The A-Holes

On occasion some men treat you like Shit. I’m not here to say that being an escort is an amazing job and everything goes great because it doesn’t. I know others who have been physically assaulted and come home with bruises everywhere. I’ve been lucky for the most part. 

But on occasion there are a-holes who think because they pay you they can do whatever they want to you and threaten to call the police if you don’t do what they want. I don’t have many bad experiences, but have been abused a few times, more emotionally and verbally than physically.

There are nights I have come back home wondering what I am doing and saying I’m never going to do it again. I didn’t want to do this forever and lately I find there are a lot more girls getting into the business which has created a lot of competition, at least in my area. Younger, taller and bigger boobs are tough to compete with. I’ve lost a few of my regulars who want to try someone new, and I’ve lost out on some other big money that used to come in each month too. 
The better the economy the more money there is to be made, especially in big cities, and the more folks are jumping in the escort business.

Tons of Fake Pictures Online / Girls That Rob

The interesting thing about the business of VIP Escort is that most of the girls online are total fakes. If you see a super-hot girl in Mombasa, chances are that her pictures also show up on sites in Nairobi, Nakuru, Eldoret and more.

Girls post hot pictures and often times someone else shows up. Bait and switch happens all the time, or the pictures are a few years old when they were 15-20 kg lighter and firmer!

I mentioned upselling as well. Be aware that girls will come in and drop our clothes, and then tell you if you want more than a nice look you’re going to have to pay extra. We’re sales people, and if you want more then you have to pay for it.

Also be aware that you shouldn’t have any other cash lying around or a wallet in the open, because when you are told to get in the shower, that girl might just go through your room and clean it out and be out the door before you know it. I’ve had several guys tell me stories of them being ripped off. I don’t feel sorry for them, but it is what it is, we all take our chances with strangers.

I was flirty and pretended to like all the guys, but the sex is rarely good and I’ve had guys ask me to run away with them and tell me they are in love. Really? You don’t love me, you love my punany, how can you love when you are likely cheating? 
I play along because I just care about your cash and not you. I am using you as well. Most of you are out of shape, old and not overly attractive, and yes you have money but besides that our relationship when you think about it is just ugly.

All in all I have over 3m saved in the bank. While I splurged the first few months, I started to get smart and save so I wouldn’t have to do this all through campus! I liked the money, I liked the lifestyle when pampered, but it had to end at some point. I lose out on time with friends because the best nights for money are the weekends. I’d like to think I could have a normal relationship someday as well.

The Rest of the Story

Cynthia is graduating this November and you should see her determination. She has kept her 4th year clean of this escort business and has since discarded her business line.
Who says when you fall you have to remain down?!! The honorable thing is to get up, wipe your behinds and move on!