The First Time She

 Had Sex For Money

TODAY I AM GOING TO TELL YOU ONE LOVE STORY THAT YOU CAN NEVER 
FORGET

When people think of a prostitute they generally visualise a woman in a short skirt and fishnet stockings walking the street, getting into strangers cars. They also think that the women who do this kind of work are uneducated, from low socioeconomic backgrounds, drugs addicts – the list goes on. People also think that the only type of clients who see prostitutes are dirty, unattractive, seedy old men.

Well, let me shatter any preconceptions you may have and fill you in on the truth.

A women named Shreya didn’t grow up in a poor household but she certainly wasn’t rich. She came from a middle-class family and She was educated at private schools.

Her parents divorced when She was thirteen. her mum ran off with another man and her dad started having sex with anything that moved.

then,She started becoming curious about sex and became sexually active in her early teens. She ran away from home a few years later and She started dating different guys. She was essentially sleeping with them to keep a roof over her head.

It was at this point, at around sixteen years old, that She first thought about exchanging sex for money. I mean, She was already sleeping with men so that She would have food and somewhere to stay – why not just sleep with them and get actual cash money?

She had seen some advertisements in the local newspaper for some pretty classy parlours and when She called, they asked her how old she was and She told them the truth. Sadly, they told her to call back in a couple of years once She was eighteen.

She put the thought to the back of her mind and pretty much forgot about it – until She was eighteen and down to her last rs500.

Being a full time student and supporting yourself living out of home isn’t easy.So, She tried to find work that would fit in with her hours at college but no one would hire her. While She was flipping through the newspaper looking for a job, She came across the adult section once again.

She found an advertisement for what looked like a decent place. She called the number and a softly spoken yet husky sounding receptionist answered. Sreya told her that She was looking for work and she gave me some more information about the job. She seemed nice and made me feel comfortable and at ease. She was told that I needed to come in for an interview and the receptionist scheduled her in for the very next day.

Shreya was nervous but also excited at the same time and She even thought about cancelling. Shreya tried to convince myself that She was crazy for even contemplating doing that type of work but the fact was, She had rs500 to her name and She needed to get an income so that She I could continue my studies.

The clients that see women in the adult industry vary. They vary in age, ethnicity, size and shape but one things applies to the majority of them – they are normal.They are husbands, boyfriends and fathers. Some work in an office while others work in a physical job like construction. Some are high powered at the top of the chain and others are just entry level.

They can be anyone and they don’t just see sex workers for sexual relief. At times, some just want to feel the affection that they aren’t getting from their partner anymore, or to feel that they have someone to listen to their problems and help try to make them feel better.

The clients are normal people, just as sex workers are. You’ve probably noticed I’m using the term ‘Sex Worker.’ That is because that is what we should be called, because that is what the Shreya type girls who ran away from their homes are called to their clients. To them they are not just sex on a stick – they are their girlfriend or wife, they are their therapist or life coach, they are their friend in their time of need – even if it’s only for the hour.