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The first time i did escort work i did it through the only parlor i had ever worked at, this parlor was in the city and they occasionally sent a girl up to a regional town for a few days to do escort work. i agreed to do it as i was keen to try something different and it sounded fun to get away for a couple of days. with the agency provided driver we made the 3 hour drive and settled in to our accommodation. our first booking came through shortly after, I was expecting to be heading off to a fancy motel room or a nice house where i would be wined and dined and romanced. this was my preconceived notion of what escorting was about. when we pulled up outside a dingy looking mechanics warehouse in an industrial area i asked my driver if he was lost. he looked at me stupid and told me that this was the address and i was to be doing my first ever escort job in a mechanics shed!!, my delusions of waltzing through a grand lobby oozing sex appeal and mystery died right there in that rural back street.. my slinky black dress and skyscraper heels felt like neon flashing lights screaming whore as i tried to navigate across the gravel in broad daylight clutching my sequined purse full of lube and condoms. an overall-ed grease covered grey haired man screeched open the sliding corrugated iron door and ushered me in. leading me through the car parts and grease spots we arrived at a little back room which had a work bench.. yes an actual WORK BENCH... he had kindly made it more romantic by adding a blanket for comfort. i understood why he seemed to be in a rush to get started when he told me that his workmate was on lunch but due back in 20 min or so.. me being so eager to get out of there and him racing the clock so as to not get caught in the act..we got naked and got into it with little preliminaries. he busted his nut faster than he could probably change one and it was job done. i had put my knickers in my purse as i didn't want them to get grease or oil stains on them. i was dressed and ready to go but my purse had disappeared, this purse had not only my knickers and condoms etc but the money he had given me!!! i asked him where the hell has it gone and he groaned and growled .. gypsy.. huh i said. who is gypsy? what are you on about.. the bloody dog he mutters back.. little bitch picks up anything and does the bolt with it.. turns out gypsy is his fox terrier who had crept in while we were on the table and done a runner with the purse.. he was starting to sweat and look at his watch whilst i was yelling out to this dog to get here. after searching the inside with no result he opened the front roller door and hallelujah i see one black and white foxy chewing on one sequined purse that has fallen open and now cash condoms and knickers are strewn all over the gravel.. once again this was not the glamorous escorting job of my dreams,, i often wonder what he told his workmate who arrived back as i was bent over picking up the condoms, with my bare ass on show for all to see cos gypsy still had my knickers. i was glad to escape with the cash and the purse.. sadly i lost my dignity along with my knickers to a fox terrier called gypsy who literally ate and shat out my dreams of what escorting would be .

this makes the list for obvious reasons. to this day one of the most embarrassing , hilarious, ridiculous , couldn't make it up if you tried moments i ever did have. and yes i did continue escorting after that. with slightly modified expectations granted but i will never forget that first job.