Kassandra

My real name is Kassandra. I am Kass in the morning and Sandra at night. I am going to tell you the story of how I came to know the industry of Escort Service. Welcome to my world of bright lights, struggles and carnal satisfactions.

I grew up in a small town in Tacloban. Like any other country girl, I dream of going to the city. I dream of meeting a guy who would take me for fast rides and heart plummeting adventures.

“There is no way I’m staying in this boring town after high school” is what I kept telling myself since I started 4th year high school. My father is a contractual construction worker while my mother is a full-time housewife. I know there’s no way that my parents would be able to come up with the money I need for college tuition and lodging. I started saving my daily allowance. When I get to Manila, I’ll look for a job and save money until I can fund my school expenses. That was my brilliant plan.

On the day I took the bus heading to Manila, I only have 1,937 pesos with me.

I got off at the Cubao bus terminal where I was to wait for Ericka, a cousin of a friend. I met her when she visited her cousins in Tacloban last Christmas. She said, I can be a print ad model and that she can help me find work in Manila if I wanted to.

Ericka arrived and took me to a house where almost a dozen guys and girls stay. Up until that time, I have no idea of the kind of work that she’s going to give me. It was only in the evening that she told me the work that everyone there has.

Escort Service. Ericka said there’d be no sex, just a little bit of touching and lots of smiling and holding hands. I don’t want to do it, but I don’t know where else to go if I leave that house. “Just for a short time. Until I have enough money for rent and tuition”, I promised myself. Before we went to bed, She gave me a few pretty dresses and a toolbox full of make-ups.

In the morning, I was introduced to a lady they all call “Madam”. She’s the person responsible for each one of us. She’ll give us clients, pay for the utility bills in the house and give us food. 40% of our money will directly go to her. Salary will be given at the end of each week.

The Dirty Rich Man

I had my first client on my second night in Manila. Mr. Pelaez was to pick me up at our house and I was to escort him to a dinner party. I was 17, He was 41. Ericka fixed me up so I looked like  I am 25 by the time his Humvee arrived at the gate.  When I saw him, it surprised me that he doesn’t look like a 40-year-old man. He looks so much younger. He kissed me on the cheek and opened the car door for me.

On our way to the dinner party, he instructed me on what I needed to do. He said I have to act like his girlfriend because he wanted to make his ex-wife jealous. That night, I was a 25-year-old entrepreneur who is so much in love with him.

At the party, he held my hand, kissed me on the cheek and sometimes held me at the waist. He acted like a perfect boyfriend. I had to stop myself from flinching every time I feel his hand touch any part of me or his lips on my cheek. When we were eating, he tried placing his hand on my lap. I wanted to remove it, but fearing that he might not pay me, all I mustered to do was look at him and smile shyly.

He had too much to drink that evening. I was a little tipsy myself. On our way home, He asked the driver to take a longer route back to my place. I felt his hands roaming my body but I was too tired and dizzy to even ask what he’s doing. “No sex”, I reminded myself. I felt him kissing me on the cheek, on one of my ears and then on my neck. I jolted back to life when he grabbed my left breast. “Shh. I just want to feel you.” he said. “No please. I’m a virgin” I said. “All the more that I want you. Don’t worry. I wont take that away. I’m just getting my money’s worth “. I tried so hard not to cry. I hated his kisses and touches but I also felt my body responding to his every kiss, every touch. I hated him but I hated myself more.

He placed his hands inside the shiny black dress that Ericka forced me to wear. I felt his warm hands on my breasts, on my flat abdomen and on my underwear. I kept my eyes closed as I feel him slowly move my legs apart. “Please don’t” I said to myself. He kissed me again. This time, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy his kisses are. I heaved a deep breath as I forced myself not to like what he’s doing. His fingers move slowly, as if teasing me, then I felt him putting his fingers in my underwear. The warmth of his fingers were surprisingly soothing on my moist vagina. ” No. Please stop” I whispered. He stopped, slowly removed his hand and wiped his fingers with his handkerchief. He kissed me on the lips and I found myself kissing him back. I wanted to thank him for not forcing himself to me but I couldn’t mutter a word. We kissed slowly until I noticed that we were already parked in front of my house.

♣

I escorted Mr. Pelaez to a few more functions the following weeks.  I also escorted a few men to different events. I met a popular politician’s son, a sexy print ad model and a showbiz hunk. They all did what Mr. Pelaez did, some even more but none forced me to go to bed with them. Each night, after every social event I go to, I take a long hot bath and try hard to erase the scents of these men on my body. “Just until I have enough money” I keep telling myself.

Toffer

I didn’t find it hard to become friends with my housemates. Toffer was the first guy I noticed when I arrived at the house. I didn’t know how our friendship started, but I think, it was on my first night out with Mr. Pelaez. He saw me crying on the veranda. He listened intently on how I feel about the job. He was quiet most of the time. His occasional nods are the only sign that he’s been listening to me. When I cried my last tear for the night, he hugged me and accompanied me to my room.

On our off days, Toffer and I would go out. We’d go watch a movie or have dinner. Sometimes we’d shop around and spend our hard earned money. I know I am starting to have feelings for him but I couldn’t admit it to anyone else.  Escort service and a relationship are not a good mix.

One night, Toffer and I had dinner at a fancy restaurant in Trinoma. It was here that he told me he has feelings for me too. With the situation we were in, we decided not to be in an exclusive relationship. I love him and he loves me but him and me just couldn’t happen.

There is no place for love in the world of escort service but there is always a place for sex.

Some nights when Ericka is out with a client, Toffer would sneak in our room and make love with me. He took my virginity from me. That time, I thought, it would eventually be taken away from me, I might as well give it to somebody I have feelings for. He let me try those tiny colorful pills that always leave me dizzy and hot. Sometimes, he rolls me a joint. He taught me how to dance. He said, if I know these things, I can give extra service and earn more money.

It was because of and with him that I leveled up in the industry of escort service. He said:

Only weaklings cry and go home empty-handed.

The secret to escort service is knowing how to give extra service.

Damian

It didn’t take long before  I started doing private shows for my client.

Damian is a 26-year-old business man. I met him when I was commissioned to do a private show for him as a birthday gift from his friends.

As I placed myself inside the giant box,  I popped the pill that Toffer gave that morning. I needed to get high so I can do my job properly. I needed to get high so I can stop myself from vomiting when my client touches me, enters me.

When I saw the lid being lifted, I slowly rose up and look at the eyes of Damian. I stepped out of the box and slowly stripped off my clothes until I have nothing on but my gold slippers. I grind, swayed and touched myself in front of my client.  I slowly walked towards him and started unbuttoning his top. Midway,  I decided to leave his shirt alone and unbuckled his belt instead. I unbuttoned his pants and let it fall on the floor. His friends said he wanted to have a good birthday bang. I will give it to him but I’ve got to do it fast as I can feel the effects of the pill fading away.

It is only then, that  I noticed the white powder and foil on the center table. He took the foil and snorted some of powder. He put a pinch of powder on the tip of his member and spread some on my lips.. on both of my lips. He pushed me down on his bed.

What happened after that was a bit fuzzy to me. The last thing I remember was his member in front of my face. I woke up with a bad head ache and sore south lips. As I was standing up to leave, he pulled me back on the bed, then he was on top of me. “One for the road” he said. It was now that I felt his fullness inside me. He pumped and touched my body as if he didn’t have sex for a long time. After the last bang, he got up and let me used his bathroom to fix myself.

♣

I don’t know how I was able to go home. When I woke up, I was on Toffer’s bed. I was so weak that I didn’t understand what he meant when he said “happy 6th month”. A few minutes after, it came to me, today is my 6th month on escort service.  Half a year has passed and I’m still here.

When I got back to my room, I opened my old wallet to see how much money I have. Today, on my 6th month, I have 8,520 pesos. I don’t know where my money went but this is all I have, still not enough for living on my own.

I will not go back to Tacloban and face the scorns of my parents and my neighbors. I am in Manila now. I have gone this far. I have yet to find that guy who would take me for fast rides and heart plummeting adventures. I will not give up, even at the expense of myself.

I got up, went to the bathroom, washed and rubbed myself off all traces of what happened last night. I wanted to quit but there’s nothing for me to do. Leaving is not an option. I am in too deep. I am not going home empty-handed. I will not cry.I am not a weakling.

Tonight is another night. With a fake Versace dress and cheap perfume on, I will go for another round of rare wines, expensive hotels and long nights of sex.

I am a high-paying prostitute with only 8, 520 pesos in my fake DKNY wallet. I am a girl who dreamt of going to Manila. This is not my brilliant plan but this is where I am and even if I don’t want to, this is where I am going to be for a while…

Until I have enough money for college.

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