My First Experience as an escort

"Hello, my name is Sanjana," the girl said from behind the desk in office 403's front room. On her right side of the desk, there was a small silver fan behind her, a credit card machine in front of her, and a basket full of massage oil and feathers.

I introduced myself as Ritika. This was the "manager," Anjali, who had promised to show me the ropes.

Sanjana was attractive, with dull-dyed blue hair that reminded her of a pin-up girl from the 1940s. Her bangs were shaved short, and she framed her huge blue eyes with black eyeliner. Sanjana was dressed in a robe, indicating that she was in a massage parlor. It was silky and red, and I was going to get my own to wear.

Sanjana motioned to the plastic shiny silver Victoria's Secret bag I was holding and said, "Let me see your underwear." Sanjana wanted to approve of what I had bought after I had spent the day at the mall attempting to find the perfect dress for this evening's sessions. It was unsettling to think that someone else might see what I was about to put on. I guess I'd have to grow used to it. It made me nervous, but I suppose that was part of the process, and approval was needed. 

I had settled on a simple black silk gown. I tried on lace in black, red, and orange. Everything I could think of: ties, corsets, and push-ups though it seemed like the attention should be on what I would do rather than what I was wearing. A Delhi escort is supposed to be best at pleasing her clients, and I think I was a little nervous. I had skipped a few sexy lingerie clothing items as this was my first time. I was not sure if Sanjana would catch that. 

"You don't have a G-String?" Sanjana sounded taken aback.

"Is that all right?" I asked nervously.

Sanjana thought for a second, cocked her head as if she were deliberating something. "I suppose so," says Sanjana. Allow me to take you on tour."

"Let's start with the condoms."

Sanjana reached under the front desk and retrieved a basket. Hundreds of them, in various shapes and sizes, were present.

"This is one of my favorites," she remarked, a glow-in-the-dark brand in her hand. It astounded me. On the surface, this was meant to be a massage parlor, but she took out something so blatantly sexual right away. I felt a little self-conscious. I suppose this is how things worked here.

Sanjana's robe lifted up with her as she stood up, and I saw the telltale indication of an orange G-string. I have a great knack for noticing all such little things that speak about a person's body and life.

"All right, the first thing you have to do is take the money. No matter what, get the payment upfront." Sanjana stated this emphatically with a nod up and down of her head. Here payment is supposed to be the most important thing I will have to remember, I thought to myself.

She spent a few good minutes showing me how to use the credit card machine. It was a little difficult for me because I had never worked in retail before. I recognized that obtaining the first few payments and making sure I didn't charge them the wrong amount would be the most nerve-wracking parts of the night.

"When you make an outcall, you phone the office, and one of us punch the card in; however, before you do anything, make sure you get paid upfront. We've had a number of disagreements over 'expectations' that haven't been met." Although I wasn't sure about whose expectations she was referring to, the message was clear. Payment in advance is required. Sanjana was so assertive about advance payments that for a minute, I was thinking about the client's credibility. I snapped out of it soon enough because of the rush and all things I was being explained.

"Then you take him into a room. Make sure this light is turned on as you enter. This will alert Anjali or anyone who is watching to the fact that you have a customer." This was fascinating information to me. I had never considered that anyone was watching what was going on. 

"What is the point of monitoring?" I inquired.

"To ensure and be on the safer side that the customer does not get out of line and that you receive the house minimum."

I nodded as I awaited further instructions. It made me feel safe, and my nervousness relaxed a bit, knowing that someone or other will be watching me, making sure everything is in line and secure.

I was definitely getting an education.

"All right, here's the massage oil. There's a heater there. You make certain it's heated — but not too hot — and ready for a customer. The fresh towels have arrived. When you walk in, the customer will be naked beneath a sheet."

This astounded me as well. I had assumed the massage component was merely a ruse. I told Sanjana about it, and she said that certain customers need to be made comfortable before moving on from a massage. Others were unsure of what this experience included, and there was also the matter of ensuring that they weren't cops. All of this was now getting interesting. I was really excited and into the job at this moment and couldn't wait to get my first client. 

"If you ask, they have to tell you. Whether you reach out to touch him by accident and he stops you, make sure you ask if he's a cop, even if it's just jokingly. No one has ever said yes, but it is unquestionably required. One of our gals was caught on an out-call about a month ago. Since then, Anjali has been enraged and has been keeping a close eye on the cameras." Sanjana told me to follow this seriously because cops were bad for business, and I understood her. I do not want to cause any sort of harm to such lucrative and fun workspaces after all. I want to be a part of and enjoy the most pleasing clients. Although, it scared me a bit. 

I had never considered that what we were doing was illegal until now. Would I want my lover to know what I was doing if I was arrested? Even if I ultimately told him, would it be the way I wanted him to find out? I had to inform him right now.

Sanjana was, of course, telling me all of this just to be safe, and from the way she said it, it seemed to be the same idea as the condoms.

In case anything goes wrong.

"I'm going to have you observe how I deal with my first customer. Sanjana noticed my hesitation after she brought up the cop issue and stated, "It will make things so much easier."

Sanjana ushered me into a back room with brown leather sofas and flat-screen television. There were three more girls inside. All dressed in robes. One was a tall blond woman reading a magazine with a rose tattoo on her arm. An extremely slender black woman sat on the couch with the remote, and next to her sat a female approximately my age, in her 20s, with curly hair.

"That's Kriti, then Simran, and finally Reena. "My name is Ritika, and I'm here to help you."

Kriti said, "Hello." "Can you tell me where you danced?"

When Anjali interviewed me, she asked me the same question. Perhaps I should just say, "in my boyfriend's room." But, since I didn't think being smart-ass was valued in this field, I answered, "I've never danced before."

"Is Sanjana demonstrating the ropes for you?" "Did she say you're not obligated to do anything you don't want to?" Simran remarked. Reena burst out laughing. "Yeah, and for Simran, it's all manual labor with her pretty hands. Don't listen to her; she's a disgrace to us."

"We have a flat cost for the massage," Kriti explained. It is entirely up to you what you do, but there is an expectation that they will depart satisfied. They pay for a massage, but they keep returning because of the benefits." 

"Haters will hate. I've developed a productive habit that allows me to earn money. It's not my fault that you guys give out so much," Simran explained.

"She isn't completely off the mark," Kriti said. "You want to get them in and out as quickly as possible so you can get as many sessions in as possible. My only motto is that you should do whatever it takes to get things moving. But unlike Simran, I don't have the same invisible lines."

"It's not a policy. It's a line." My clients are aware," Simran said, and she wasn't very pleased with what Kriti and Reena had been saying. She believed her lines helped her and the clients have fun too. 

Reena responded, "So why do your first-timers end up being my second-timers?"

Sanjana interjected, "Girls, we're making a horrible impression on Ritika." Simran shrugged as he changed the channel.

Kriti smiled and continued, "I hope you have a pleasant night."

Now I was perplexed. Was it necessary for me to create my own internal procedures and figure out what I was going to do with the money? Kriti's idea of doing whatever was necessary to have the sessions "flow" as quickly as possible seemed to be the greatest technique.

I might not have return customers if I hobbled myself as Simran did with tight policies.

"Well, it appears that we have our first customer. Sanjana replied, "Go change, Ritika, while I go get my session started," pointing to a smaller screen on the wall that showed a birds-eye view of the waiting room. I took a look at my body as I altered. I wasn't in the best of shape, and it dawned on me that I would have to pay for a gym membership. I have always been conscious of my figure, body, and everything about it.

I placed some gel in my hair and slicked it back after I put on the underwear. Because I had a short pixie haircut, Anjali wanted me to wear a long blonde wig, which she thought would be unattractive to the clientele. However, I was scared that my wig would fall off, and it was simply unpleasant. Looks were an important aspect of getting your clients to repeat their chances of visiting you again and again. I had this figured out, so I did as I was told.

I was becoming worried, but I attempted to suppress it with a veneer of professionalism because that was going to be my new identity. A specialist. It was fascinating to me that I was a recent college graduate about to embark on a scandalous career. I thought to myself, "Never in a million years."

I ended up in the dressing room by applying some red lipstick and light eyeliner. Classic. Just a feminist escort in Delhi, inquisitive, challenging, and perhaps primarily naive. I knew it was a contradiction, but I wanted to give it my all.

When I got to the front, I sat down in a chair and stared at the television. Sanjana had just recently begun working with her client. He was on a massage table, with a white sheet draped over him. Sanjana was in her robe and had a bottle of massage oil in her hand. I made a mental note to ensure that the massage oil was warm.

Because she appeared to be whispering to him, I couldn't actually hear what she was saying to him. I'm guessing it's sweet nothings. But suddenly, I got a clear hearing of her. "Perhaps my friend Ritika would like to join us here."

I assume this was the add-on she was referring to. Sanjana continued, "Just make sure you take care of the essential things before you come on in."

This was my signal to charge my fee to my credit card and then enter. I came in after fumbling with the credit card machine and noticed the man lying there without the sheet. I became aware that I was gazing. In the dimly lit room, he was entirely exposed, a gleaming light.

I shifted my gaze to Sanjana, who was removing her robe. This was some serious lingerie. In contrast, I felt like a dainty little kid. It's as if you're wearing a pair of granny slacks. Sanjana motioned for me to approach her and disrobed me gently. This clearly piqued his interest. Sanjana was finished in less than 5 minutes and had never removed her underwear. I made a mental note to get the sexiest lingerie, maybe even a little out of my comfort zone.

The remainder of the night went by considerably more slowly. Except when they had clients, I spent the majority of my time in the back room with the other girls. At the counter, there were requests for certain girls, and the other girls were also making calls, and Anjali wasn't ready for me to leave yet. It appeared that I wouldn't have any of my own customers that night. The other girls tried comforting me that they a=have slow nights too, and it is like this for beginners.

Reena attempted to console me. "It occurs. I usually have two or three customers per night, but that is on a good night. I, too, have evenings when I don't have any. Especially if you're just starting out and don't have any regulars." 

"I have seven, eight customers a night!" Simran exclaimed. Kriti laughed and said, "Shut up, Simran."

But, just as I was about to call it a night, a stranger strolled in shortly before my shift ended at midnight. He had grey hair and was a little untidy after hours, just like any other businessman. He appeared to have had a few drinks. Because all of the other girls were busy, I had to wait a little longer for a room, which was good because it took me a while to remember how to use the credit card machine again.

Finally, a room became available, and I welcomed the man in. I was finally going to make my official debut. The man crawled beneath the covers and immediately tossed them off. He stated, "I want a blow job." He wasn't a cop, after all, and he knew exactly what he wanted. There was no guise of a massage. This comforted me. I did not have to be guessing all the time.

It was finished in less than 15 minutes. Everyone was correct. The hour session was a misunderstanding. The gentleman was courteous in his farewells, and it was time for me to depart. I said my goodbyes to the girls and changed back into my street clothes before leaving.

I remember my first job as a Delhi escort fondly. It was a lot less complicated than I had anticipated - I believe I was expecting something more dramatic to happen. I might not have continued if it had been much crazy. Continuing to do so has taught me a lot about myself. I learned about my personal limits, what it means to trust others, and sexuality in ways I had never considered before. Surprisingly, I felt more exploited at home with my lover Sudhanshu than I did at "work" at this stage in my life. The fact that I went to an alternative job as a means of coping with an alternative lifestyle was a red flag. Sex employment would become an emotional and financial route out of this relationship.

After my first experience, I didn't realize all of this. I simply went to bed next to Sudhanshu and pondered what had occurred earlier, and I couldn't help but wonder what the next night might bring.