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Wayne lived in Michigan and offered to fly me out to the suburbs of Detroit to spend the night with him at an airport hotel. I hedged. The idea of flying to Detroit was daunting. And I wasn't sure about this overnight thing! Would he try to have sex all night? In New York, I could get up and take a cab home if he became too demanding. In Detroit I made an excuse and he promised -- in a rejected-guy voice -- to call on his next trip to the city. And never did. Jeff was a mild-mannered middle manager at Citibank, wore bangs and a beige suit, always smoked a t beforehand, and liked to go twice.

He wasn't a big spender, but he was reliable. Marvin, in his 60s, lived alone in a high-rise on Whitestone Boulevard and paid extra for the cab. He also gave me a nominal "tip" for letting him take close-up Polaroids of my pussy. I wasn't ashamed of my profession by any means, but when people say that "every woman has fantasized about being a hooker" -- well, I knew this wasn't what they meant.

A middle manager who goes twice and a retired bachelor in Queens who collects homemade beaver shots. Desperate to find a reliable escort service, I began combing the and discovered that the other agencies were even tackier than Jeannie's. At one agency, I went on a call with two escorts who invited me to live with them. Tracy sex contact girls both shared a large apartment with someone whom they described as their "old man.

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Pretty but not hyperchic. The Tracy sex contact girls was a tired-looking, gray-haired woman in her 50s who did not suffer the naive gladly. If you can't stand on your own two feet, you have no business working. Where did you say you were from? And from that moment on, she seemed to dislike me. In fact, she stopped giving me calls. In her mind, a working girl either lived with a pimp or despised anyone connected to the pimp scene. My neutral puzzlement struck her as snooty, and she didn't like snooty hookers. I couldn't understand why the two girls who had tried to recruit me seemed so content and normal.

It was obvious that they were free to come and go -- for good, if they wished. I was intrigued by their general aura of stability, though I couldn't imagine living with them. The owner was one of those people who hates anyone she can't understand. She understood pimps. She understood those two girls. But she didn't understand my curiosity, and this made her hate me. My two-week stint with that agency had yielded very little, and the two girls who'd tried Tracy sex contact girls recruit me -- well, I wasn't about to ask them for business now that I knew the score.

So I was feeling rather jaded when I entered Liane's apartment for the first time. And I was worried about the rent. My jaw almost dropped when Liane said, "You mustn't talk to my clients about money -- I will pay you if there's ever a problem. This was not an escort service: Liane was a proper madam with clients she could count on. I had read about such operations in books, a long time ago, as. But I had grown accustomed in my teen years to working escort and, for someone who starts out in a bar, working escort is a glamorous self-improvement. Meeting a reputable madam like Liane isn't necessarily in the cards.

In that split second, as Liane prepped me for my first date in her apartment, everything changed. I had never before met a madam or working girl who took so much pride in her clients. None of the nightclub managers or escort-service owners could afford to; they didn't even aspire to. Their prevailing attitude was that johns pay -- "they" pay -- and "we" collect or get paid.

Winners receive, losers give. Liane's ideas about "us" and "them" were different. Johns were not just transient wallets, they were permanent connections -- to be treasured. Suddenly, I sensed that Jeannie had been quite barbaric. When I realized how primitive the escort agencies were, I knew how lucky I was to have stumbled into Liane's apartment -- and how important it was not to act as surprised as I felt.

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I did everything in my power to stay on Liane's good side. Her normal clients were as nice as the best clients I had ever encountered working escort. Her better clients -- well, you don't even meet guys like that through an ad. They're much too careful. I didn't kiss the bedsheets in gratitude, but I paid all my cuts on time.

When Eddie, that first client of Liane's, asked for my phoneI pretended I didn't have one -- told him I was staying in the home of a prudish relative. This way he wouldn't feel rejected; he could see me again, through Liane. And did. Liane had one thing in common with Jeannie's escort service: a possessive vigilance regarding girls who give their s out.

Of course, I'd wanted to give Eddie my. Liane's an old pal, but she doesn't have to know everything, does she? I'll have a nice room. But if Liane found out, she might stop giving me business, and I could end up working hotel bars and escort services again. And if I did, I was bound to get busted -- or something much worse.

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Of course, I wasn't staying with a prudish relative -- but I didn't know if I could trust him to stay mum. I played it safe, very safe. I wasn't going to let go of the opportunity Liane had given me: to work at the highest levels with the best clients. Other girls, well established in their apartments, with private clients of their own, felt confident about taking Liane's clients -- especially her hotel dates.

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When it comes to "stealing" dates, hotel calls fall into the gray zone. You're not in another woman's apartment, where pushing your on a man is an out-and-out no-no. What the madam doesn't know won't hurt you, and Liane understood that some of the older girls gave their s out. But she expected loyalty from new girls. And while other girls could afford to lose her business, I simply couldn't. The reality was that the new girls, the loyal girls, were the ones who got the most business from Liane.

She used the other girls only when she had to. And that's why, today, I hear from Liane only once in a while. I was meeting diplomats and famous publishers. Her clients were often mentioned in the Times, and their faces sometimes appeared in those engraved portraits on the front of the Wall Street Journal. But most of all, I could relax with a new client; I didn't have to think about whether he was a cop. Or whether he was going to pay. Though I still Tracy sex contact girls a cut to a madam, I had arrived. My technique was improving. My bedside manner was smoother, more confident. I began to see my adventures and misadventures through different eyes.

I could concentrate on cultivating my clients, not just surviving, and was surprised to discover that I actually liked being good at oral sex. But I wondered if I would get stuck on this lesser track -- the unambitious track occupied by girls who don't give their s out. Allison didn't give out hereither. Of course, she had her own reasons -- insane reasons. She had this rather dotty idea that giving johns her phone would make her more of a hooker. She did actually have a roommate, a girl from her hometown in Fairfield County who knew her family. So she had to be cautious about hiding her new job.

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