Ayushi Agarwal
JWB Blogger
#SheSays: I Am Eco Hons. Student By Day, Escort By Night
- JWB Post
- February 19, 2016
Last week JWB received an anonymous letter from a teenage girl, living in Jaipur. She is a second-year student who willingly worked as an escort in order to pay the bills and afford her lifestyle. Her life as an escort takes a bad turn when she ends up having sex with one of her dates.
JWB’s latest section, “Censored“, features real women narrating real stories. Stories, which are usually censored by the society are given a platform. There is absolutely no room for judgment or condemnation. Women can open up about their personal issues, reach epiphanies, inspire women all around the world, and seek an expert advice. Read on, and get your dosage of empowerment.
#SheSays:
I am a 19-year-old girl with a socially unacceptable job.
Three years ago, due to a dearth of good educational institutes in my hometown, I decided to take a bold step to relocate my base camp. My family is well-to-do and very educated. Hence, they willingly allowed me to pursue my Bachelors from a premier education institute of Jaipur.
It took me some time to adjust to the comparatively fast-paced life of the city. Slowly and steadily, I started letting go of my inhibitions and concentrated more on living it large, since I had the chance. I started meeting new people, hanging out in expensive joints, trying out new things, and what not.
Everything went southward from the moment my debit card got declined at ‘Guess’. The credit limit on my credit card was already crossed, and I had blown through my savings as well. My father had deposited my monthly allowance of 25k five days back, and there was no way I could ask him to deposit some more.
The fact that I would no longer be able to afford my lifestyle weighed heavily on my mind. I suddenly remembered about my weekend trip to Ranthambore and almost broke down.
Getting a job was my only option.
Reluctantly, I started searching on the internet. Most of the jobs I came across either had extremely long working hours or very less pay. I still kept on searching. It was my second week of surviving on borrowed money when I came across a “Paid-date” advertisement. Out of curiosity, I started digging a little more.
A “Paid-Date” turned out to be a concept where you get paid for going out on a date with the client. No touching, no kissing, just a simple date. It was for lonely men who wished to relish the company of a woman, without facing rejection or the hassles of false commitments.
As if on cue, a bulb went off inside my brain. All I had to do was go on a date with a lonely man, at a nice place, and make money in return! I sort of started liking this insane idea.
I contacted the agency, set up an interview, and enthusiastically signed the contract.
Soon enough, I started going on dates, and my phone beeped happily with all the ‘money-deposit’ messages from the bank.
On my dates, I stayed true to my principles and never got sexually involved with any of the men. The stars too were in my favor I guess since I never accidentally bumped into any of my friends. Regardless, I guarded this secret life with all my might.
A few days ago, I went on a paid date with an insanely gorgeous can-put-Clooney-to-shame man, named Richard. He was British, who enjoyed the company of beautiful brown women. The minute his British accent fell on my ears, my brain cells along with my hormones started descending into a frenzy. His perfume was intoxicating. His piercing blue eyes made me feel naked. My senses were on fire.
My teenage heart ached for his touch.
The bastard knew that.
We ended up making out in the end, and my inside melted as soon as he started caressing me. Somehow we ended up in his hotel room, with our clothes ripped off on the floor.
In the morning when I woke up, he was gone. The room which was previously strewn with his clothes and personal items was bare and naked. Maybe, he was in a hurry and didn’t want to wake me up.
As I lay unclothed in the bed, toying with different scenarios, I realized there was a fat wad of cash lying beside me. Realization struck me like lightning on a rainy day.
He didn’t sleep with me out of lust, but rather to satiate his sexual needs. I had promoted myself from the status of an escort to that of a prostitute. I hugged my knees close to my chest and wept. How could I have done this? How could I have let things get this far?
I made my way home with blurred vision and hazy thoughts.
Later that day, I sat before the Director of the escort agency and tried to remain calm. The agency had contacted Richard for…eh feedback and the bastard mindlessly commended my performance in bed.
The director started accusing me of treachery and going behind their back to make some extra money. I tried to explain how I slept with him due to physical attraction and not money.
“Firstly, we would require our commission from this recent transaction. Secondly, one of our clients needs a girl to service him day and night. We’ll send you the address of the hotel and the room number.”
“Why do I need the room number?”
The director looked at me with raised eyebrows, and said, “Don’t play dumb. Carry your own condoms. Or I think you should visit you gynecologist and get a pill or something. We don’t want you to get pregnant, right?”
Angry and shaken, I screamed at the top of my lungs “I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE!”
“Did you tell yourself the same thing when he made you come? Darling, you became a whore the minute he entered you!”, the director smirked at me.
“Now, let’s get down to business. You’ll do what we tell you to do, or be fully prepared to face the consequences,” the director said menacingly.
I am now trapped in a web of lies that might get me prosecuted. If I go against the agency, my parents, friends and even the police will get to know about this secret part of my life. But if I don’t, I would end up getting raped every other night by a different man.
I played with fire and burnt myself. I have no one to blame but myself.
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This poor soul has lost her way. She’s scared, cornered and helpless. We urge our readers to help her come up with a solution and provide comfort with words of encouragement. She needs to find the courage to stand up for herself and face the ramifications so that things do not get worse.
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hey…u made a mistake, we all do…but get out of it…its very unlikely that they ll contact ur parents or police or anyone., coz agencies like this are illegitimate themselves…dont be threatened…Get out of it!!!
Tell the truth, yes there will be consequences, but think of it that it ll be worse if u start doing what they are asking u to do, and then ur parents get to knw…
even if u have slept with 10 men and now realize it was wrong…its okay..forgive yourself, and get out of it…..
it deosnt make u a lesser human being…i ll pray for u