People look down upon them with an eerie of disgust. They have branded them demeaning names such as, \u2018prostitutes, sex workers, whores, sluts, hookers,\u2026\u2019 Yet surprisingly enough, under the cover of secrecy, men and women alike seek and relish them with praise for their perversion and free spirit.<\/p>\n
How else can you explain how this age-old profession has survived the worst economic turmoil, and relentless religious and social opposition. It is our default setting to condemn people for their sexual deviances.<\/p>\n
See: Why Do Men Pay for Sex? Sex Trade Secrets Revealed<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n Without justifying anything, we have to admit that we are all sick in our own way. As such, lets us set our prejudice aside and try to understand what drives a woman to become a sex worker.<\/p>\n These 3 women give a blow by blow account about how they wound up being prostitutes. The names used in these accounts are pseudonyms to protect their identity.<\/p>\n I come from a middle-class family. I went to good schools, that\u2019s how I ended up at a private university, pursuing a degree in communications. My parents are staunch Christians. They have always provided what I need.<\/p>\n So after getting tired of lying about school trips and illnesses to get extra cash, I decided that it\u2019s time to get my own money. Sheila an old friend of mine told to try out some bikini modeling gig that apparently pays good cash.<\/p>\n Read: Shocking Reasons Why Quarter Life Crisis is Now a Rite of Passage<\/a><\/p>\n Sheila has always been complaining about how her college degree is literally worthless. She\u2019s never been able to land a job since she graduated. The gig turned out to be an escorts recruitment cover up.<\/p>\n The money and the benefits they were offering were so good, I couldn’t turn the\u00a0job down.\u00a0 The recruiters talked of traveling the world with the rich and famous. All we had to do is to sign a non-disclosure agreement.<\/p>\n However, a month into the work, it hit me that I was just a common whore, working in a brothel. There was nothing like traveling the world in first class and dining in 7-star hotels. The pay was also not as good as earlier indicated.<\/p>\n So I decided to freelance. By this time, I was living in an upscale neighborhood. The strategy was to hang or work in high-end clubs where I could meet the rich and famous. I also got my Instagram<\/a> game on fleek. Soon I had 30k+ followers. I was getting hits on my DM like a M%#f*k&R.<\/p>\n The problem is that most of these guys were broke. Freelancing also meant that I couldn\u2019t always get steady clients to support my lifestyle. I kept off, online escort websites because I was afraid that information would leak out that I was a sex worker.<\/p>\n As such, once in a while, I had to go back to the \u2018agency\u2019 to supplement my income. So this day, while I was with a client, the agency was raided by cops. Soon I was in cuffs, half-naked on my to the police station.<\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t imagine having a criminal record that showed that I was a prostitute. Since I was in a Christian school, chances were, I would also be expelled. Not to mention that, if my dad got wind of such news, I bet a heart attack would send him to an early grave.<\/p>\n I Literary begged the cops to let me go. “Since you don’t have enough cash<\/em><\/span>,” one cop asked, “Would you be willing to offer what you are good at for your freedom?<\/em><\/span>”<\/p>\n I remember the details like yesterday. It was a chilly night in the middle of nowhere. Luckily the landrover’s bonnet was warm enough to keep the cold at bay. I bit my lip and clenched my fist as the three cops took turns, while the fourth one was on the lookout.<\/p>\n They had the courtesy to drop me close to my place. The loud one\u00a0said sarcastically as I hastily alighted, \u2018now the merchandise has been tried, tested and certified by the government<\/em>.<\/span>\u2019 The rest busted out in hysterical laughter.<\/p>\n Though I\u2019ve had low moments in my life, this was the rock bottom. I got depressed to a point that contemplated suicide. Worst of all, I couldn\u2019t share with anyone about what I had gone through.<\/p>\n I was so done with being an escort, until two months later when I was badly in need for quick cash. The problem is that the 9-5 job can’t really give me the money am’ used to. I never went back to the agency though. I now focus only on the high-end clients, which is much safer.<\/p>\n Am not proud to say, I have had unprotected sex with clients more often than not. It\u2019s a miracle I haven\u2019t contracted a terrible STI. At least not one that I know of.<\/p>\n I come from a very poor background. I know most of you have had to contend with challenges in life. But I can bet none of you had to deal with going for days without food.<\/p>\n When you are the blink of starvation, trust me, there is little you can\u2019t do to survive. I was raised by a single mother. She couldn\u2019t even afford to take me through high school.\u00a0However, am glad to say that after \u2018hoeing\u2019 enough, I took myself back to school and now I go about my business like I hold 2 Doctorate degrees.<\/p>\n Talking of degrees, one thing that I have really mastered is how to make men happy. I am a high-end escort. Not even my closest friends have a whiff of suspicion about how I earn my money. I have invested in a large boutique shop, which portrays me as an outstanding business lady.<\/p>\n Read:\u00a05 Sure-Fire Ways To Become Young And Rich<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n I first got into the business by running home call massage adverts. Then I would charge the guys an extra fee for a happy ending. I ended up marrying one of the guys who later left me with one kid and no child support.<\/p>\n I had to fend for my child so I stepped my game up. Soon I discovered Tinder, the congregation point for sex-starved rich men. Most of them have serious issues in their marriages, other have fantasies they want to fulfil…<\/p>\n3 Women Confess Why and How They Became Sex Workers<\/h2>\n
Lisa: What Can I say, I needed more money than my parents were willing to give.<\/h2>\n
Carol: Poverty Drove Me To Prostitution<\/h2>\n