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1. My First Two Clients as an Escort in Geneva
At 20, I was short on cash and decided to become an escort in Geneva. I needed a sugar daddy. I went on Catgirl and found a man. He wanted to meet first and needed a new girl to replace the old one. He was willing to pay four figures per date for an escort in Geneva. I drove to meet him and got stuck in traffic for an hour or two. I sat in a Starbucks for a while. He got lost because he was in Geneva only for a business trip. I was shaking when he arrived. We got burgers and drinks and sat at a table waiting, chatting.
He was nice but not my type. I was so nervous and shaking. We arrived at his hotel outside Geneva. We sat, talked, and ate. Then we started getting frisky. He kept saying how beautiful I was as an escort, and I know he was trying to flatter me. But after a while, it really got tiring. I stayed for the night and left in the morning. He gave me money for gas. Later, I told him I was sorry but the age difference was too weird and he should find another girl. But really, I couldn't stand him. I made it clear I was just an occasional escort in Geneva.
Then I found a married man who also lived in Geneva. We chatted, I sent him pictures of myself, and he was seduced. He ordered things on Amazon for me to bring. Bondage/anal stuff. Anal was on the list of necessities for seeing an escort. I was a virgin there and very hesitant about it. I told him I wanted to be blindfolded for fun. But in reality, I didn't want to see his face.
I drove an hour from Geneva to a motel in his town to see him. From the way everyone looked at me, I knew they knew why I was there. I knocked on the door, it opened. I walked in like an escort going to a job. The lights were off, I kept my eyes on the ground. He came up to me and started caressing my arms, face. He asked me to put on the blindfold, which I did.
I hated it. I hated every minute. I lost my anal virginity to him, it was painful and I cried. I felt his fat slapping against my stomach. He kissed me with his bushy beard that tickled my face and I hated it, damn, I felt like vomiting. He gave me the 1000CHF and I left. I cried all the way back to Geneva.
He was crazy about me, wanted to take me on trips, buy me an apartment in his town, etc. I agreed to see him again as an escort only but no anal and no kissing. I told him it felt weird kissing him when he had a wife. I know, it's a lame escort excuse but what was I supposed to say, "you disgust me"?
The second time, he was on coke and had a hard time keeping up. I had to awkwardly comfort him as he regretted it and suck his limp dick several times. We lay together for a while and had a bit of sex but without a full erection, it was a failure. Once he admitted defeat, I packed up and sat on the edge of the bed. He brought my money, placed it in my hands, and told me to look at him. I was still wearing the blindfold and I shook my head. He took it off and told me to look at him. He wore a bandana that covered most of his face, except for his eyes. He had beautiful eyes and I felt like crying thinking about his wife.
This guy was convinced I wasn't there for the money like a usual escort. I had a sick mind, I had a dirty side and only he could satisfy it. I didn't bother to correct him because I didn't want to destroy the self-esteem he was building for himself. I told him I couldn't do it anymore. He sent me a few messages over the next year. But I kept saying no, no matter the price he offered.
I still regret those two encounters today and no one knows.
2. My First Client as an Escort in Geneva Threw Money at My Face
On the verge of turning 19, I was looking for an escort job in Geneva, not really sure about starting. One evening, the CMO of a very well-known company offered me 500CHF per hour if I came to his hotel room. I had never considered transactional sex for money before, but the price interested me. So, I showed up, got my money in three minutes, and went home with an uncontrollable big smile on my face.
I wasn't nervous and didn't feel guilty. But I've never been sexually repressed and did a lot of research beforehand. The only awkward moment of the evening was when he finished quite quickly and, out of embarrassment, threw the money at the door and asked me to leave.
I've been escorting in Geneva for 2 years now. The experience has been so positive that I'm seriously considering taking a sabbatical year from university to dedicate myself full-time to the sex trade in Geneva.
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1. My First Two Clients as an Escort in Geneva
At 20, I was short on cash and decided to become an escort in Geneva. I needed a sugar daddy. I went on Catgirl and found a man. He wanted to meet first and needed a new girl to replace the old one. He was willing to pay four figures per date for an escort in Geneva. I drove to meet him and got stuck in traffic for an hour or two. I sat in a Starbucks for a while. He got lost because he was in Geneva only for a business trip. I was shaking when he arrived. We got burgers and drinks and sat at a table waiting, chatting.
He was nice but not my type. I was so nervous and shaking. We arrived at his hotel outside Geneva. We sat, talked, and ate. Then we started getting frisky. He kept saying how beautiful I was as an escort, and I know he was trying to flatter me. But after a while, it really got tiring. I stayed for the night and left in the morning. He gave me money for gas. Later, I told him I was sorry but the age difference was too weird and he should find another girl. But really, I couldn't stand him. I made it clear I was just an occasional escort in Geneva.
Then I found a married man who also lived in Geneva. We chatted, I sent him pictures of myself, and he was seduced. He ordered things on Amazon for me to bring. Bondage/anal stuff. Anal was on the list of necessities for seeing an escort. I was a virgin there and very hesitant about it. I told him I wanted to be blindfolded for fun. But in reality, I didn't want to see his face.
I drove an hour from Geneva to a motel in his town to see him. From the way everyone looked at me, I knew they knew why I was there. I knocked on the door, it opened. I walked in like an escort going to a job. The lights were off, I kept my eyes on the ground. He came up to me and started caressing my arms, face. He asked me to put on the blindfold, which I did.
I hated it. I hated every minute. I lost my anal virginity to him, it was painful and I cried. I felt his fat slapping against my stomach. He kissed me with his bushy beard that tickled my face and I hated it, damn, I felt like vomiting. He gave me the 1000CHF and I left. I cried all the way back to Geneva.
He was crazy about me, wanted to take me on trips, buy me an apartment in his town, etc. I agreed to see him again as an escort only but no anal and no kissing. I told him it felt weird kissing him when he had a wife. I know, it's a lame escort excuse but what was I supposed to say, "you disgust me"?
The second time, he was on coke and had a hard time keeping up. I had to awkwardly comfort him as he regretted it and suck his limp dick several times. We lay together for a while and had a bit of sex but without a full erection, it was a failure. Once he admitted defeat, I packed up and sat on the edge of the bed. He brought my money, placed it in my hands, and told me to look at him. I was still wearing the blindfold and I shook my head. He took it off and told me to look at him. He wore a bandana that covered most of his face, except for his eyes. He had beautiful eyes and I felt like crying thinking about his wife.
This guy was convinced I wasn't there for the money like a usual escort. I had a sick mind, I had a dirty side and only he could satisfy it. I didn't bother to correct him because I didn't want to destroy the self-esteem he was building for himself. I told him I couldn't do it anymore. He sent me a few messages over the next year. But I kept saying no, no matter the price he offered.
I still regret those two encounters today and no one knows.
2. My First Client as an Escort in Geneva Threw Money at My Face
On the verge of turning 19, I was looking for an escort job in Geneva, not really sure about starting. One evening, the CMO of a very well-known company offered me 500CHF per hour if I came to his hotel room. I had never considered transactional sex for money before, but the price interested me. So, I showed up, got my money in three minutes, and went home with an uncontrollable big smile on my face.
I wasn't nervous and didn't feel guilty. But I've never been sexually repressed and did a lot of research beforehand. The only awkward moment of the evening was when he finished quite quickly and, out of embarrassment, threw the money at the door and asked me to leave.
I've been escorting in Geneva for 2 years now. The experience has been so positive that I'm seriously considering taking a sabbatical year from university to dedicate myself full-time to the sex trade in Geneva.
