A few weeks ago, I had applied with an agency to become an escort. An escort is defined as an individual who performs adult entertainment and erotic services (but not sexual intercourse) for a prescribed fee. An agency collects a service fee and links the client with the entertainer. The entertainer meets the client at their residence, a hotel room, or other discreet setting, and bargains for additional services like a massage, a dance, a shower scene, etc., collects the agreed extra tips, and takes off. A buddy of mine used to drive the girls (since the entertainers are typically girls) around and get paid a percentage of their tips for his time. And another friend decided to do phone operations -- a.k.a. the person to whom you request an available entertainer. Here in Lexington, guys will usually call for girls, and while a few women will occasionally call for a male, most of the clients are gay men. The few male entertainers I heard about were also gay men, so me looking into this industry, I'd be one of the, eh, gay-for-pay guys, I guess. That didn't really worry me. I had a driver available. I had protection. I can defend myself. I can say "no," and all I really gotta do is just look the part since I don't have to fuck 'em to earn money. (That's illegal, anyway.) I did the application process, got the photo identification ready, paid a small fee, and got approved through the county government. If I decide to do it, I just have to go downtown, pay $100 for my actual license, and I can start. I might have resorted to that -- just for the money -- since I'm more interested in getting my debt under control. I hear it's a good way to make some under-the-table cash. Once you pay the license fees, and this agency required you to purchase a digital recorder you carry on your person to ensure that all of your sessions are legit, you can stand to make a profit. It's primarily a time issue. I start a new part-time job next month, and between the two of them, I'll have a 60-hour work week (ideally). Day job, night job. I guess I'm on call, and after working 10 hours a day, I don't think I'll be up for showering, changing into something sexy, and talking shop. Second. No guarantees. You gotta "bargain" for stuff. The lady wh hired me sent me a script that she has the models learn, and on it, you list the services you're willing to do. I got instantly stumped. Massage. Shower scene. Would I jack off? Third... eh... Dirty money? No, not that. I've done this before -- well, just one time and it was for a quick bit of cash that got me to New Orleans. That was my experience of it. Anyway, I just don't have the extra income to "invest" in this porn thing and I think I'd probably get cold feet at the first call anyway. I'd rather have some more control over this. Heh. I dragged my friend who said he was interested in hearing more about the modelling thing, and I think we came to some consensus about not having too big a problem dealing with male clients. We laughed because I offered that we'd work as a modeling team. He said that we should do some kind of striptease to the Pussycat Dolls single "Buttons." It just became a joke. I laugh at it now. It was just a trip, though.