In the wake of the Spitzer prostitution scandal, I put forward the following question to the LPSG community...ever paid or been paid for sex? To get the ball rolling, I'll share a story from my past.
Just over 10 ago I was living in LA. I fell on some hard times financially and decided to answer one of the many escort agency ads in the back of the local gay magazine Frontiers. When I met the dude who placed the ad he turned out to be a hot looking guy with a nice apartment in West Hollywood. Naturally, we had sex and then I told him this was my first time doing anything like this. As it turns out, he was a bit of newcomer himself. I don't remember the specifics but he said that he had kind of fallen into this line of work recently by hooking up some out-of-towners with local guys he knew socially who he thought were hot and might be open to the prospect. He then decided to place an ad and not long after I showed up. He didn't exactly turn out to be a big time pimp, but then again, I wasn't looking to be a big time whore. I did exactly 3 jobs for my pimp. Along with 2 other random times when I was paid sex (the guys offered money in both instances), I've been paid a total of 5 times for sex. One of these times, makes for a good story I'll share.
My pimp got me a trick at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills. My car was out of commission (and I had no money) so I took the bus to meet the john. Classy, huh? I go to the appointed hotel room and when the door opens I recognize a semi-famous writer. We have sex which lasts about 40 minutes and I leave with $400 which will go in my pocket (and help fix my broken down car). About 6 years later, I am traveling from New York to LA for business. I have a seat in United Airlines first class next to semi-famous author. He is gruff and unfriendly but, in a few hours, after several glasses of wine and the ice cream sundae dessert he was pretty friendly and we talked about lots of stuff. The big dilemma-do I tell him or not? Just before the plane was to land, I reminded him of the circumstances of our first meeting. A look of confusion then comprehension swept across his face. To his credit, he chuckled and took it in stride. We both landed at LAX and I've haven't seen him since.
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Just over 10 ago I was living in LA. I fell on some hard times financially and decided to answer one of the many escort agency ads in the back of the local gay magazine Frontiers. When I met the dude who placed the ad he turned out to be a hot looking guy with a nice apartment in West Hollywood. Naturally, we had sex and then I told him this was my first time doing anything like this. As it turns out, he was a bit of newcomer himself. I don't remember the specifics but he said that he had kind of fallen into this line of work recently by hooking up some out-of-towners with local guys he knew socially who he thought were hot and might be open to the prospect. He then decided to place an ad and not long after I showed up. He didn't exactly turn out to be a big time pimp, but then again, I wasn't looking to be a big time whore. I did exactly 3 jobs for my pimp. Along with 2 other random times when I was paid sex (the guys offered money in both instances), I've been paid a total of 5 times for sex. One of these times, makes for a good story I'll share.
My pimp got me a trick at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills. My car was out of commission (and I had no money) so I took the bus to meet the john. Classy, huh? I go to the appointed hotel room and when the door opens I recognize a semi-famous writer. We have sex which lasts about 40 minutes and I leave with $400 which will go in my pocket (and help fix my broken down car). About 6 years later, I am traveling from New York to LA for business. I have a seat in United Airlines first class next to semi-famous author. He is gruff and unfriendly but, in a few hours, after several glasses of wine and the ice cream sundae dessert he was pretty friendly and we talked about lots of stuff. The big dilemma-do I tell him or not? Just before the plane was to land, I reminded him of the circumstances of our first meeting. A look of confusion then comprehension swept across his face. To his credit, he chuckled and took it in stride. We both landed at LAX and I've haven't seen him since.
My profile: MANHUNT.net