What I Learned About Friendship Selling Threesomes With Another Escort
It’s hard to make good friends in the sex industry.
Over the course of one glorious (and lucrative) summer, I worked with another escort, selling threesomes. Not only was it fun to team up with another professional companion, but she became my friend.
No one comprehends the world of escorting like another working girl. I could talk to Julia about my daily trials as a prostitute because she was going through the same thing.
And she never judged me. She understood my life.
She was my best friend for three fast months.
Until she wasn’t.
I was lonely and desperate for a friend.
I met Julia when I went back to doing sex work in the wake of leaving my husband. Single again and still hurting from the fresh wound of my divorce, I was incredibly lonely. To make matters worse, I felt isolated as a single mother who was trying to earn a living as a prostitute. I couldn’t exactly show up at my kids’ school and introduce myself as a “courtesan.”
Escorting can be a lonely business as it is. Independents often work alone and much of our social interaction is only with our clients. Sure, I enjoyed the intimacy I shared with my clients — but did I ever really take off my professional mask? No.
I wanted a real friend — someone I could be totally honest with. I wanted to be able to commiserate about life in between the glamorous moments of the “goddess lifestyle.” Let’s face it, the lives of many sex workers are much less luxurious than the top escorts’ social media profiles will have you believe.
The vast majority of my time was spent at home, hunched over my computer in a pair of sweats, frantically trying to drum up new business. It was expensive to maintain my ads on all the different escorting platforms I advertised on. When men did contact me, so many of them weren’t serious about ever meeting. Calling me gave them a cheap thrill and that was enough.
I was frustrated, drowning in bills. And I had no one to talk about any of this with.
I desperately wanted a partner in crime.
I didn’t get a good first impression of Julia.
You can understand why I felt so ecstatic when I first met Julia. Of course, my first impression of her wasn’t so great. But before meeting her in the flesh, I was incredibly excited about making her acquaintance.
We had a mutual client named Max. He said he wanted to invite another girl to have a threesome with us. The way he talked up Julia… He made her sound like she was some beguiling nymph.
He sent me all kinds of photos, and I was immediately entranced by her beauty. She was smart to boot, putting herself through medical school.
She was home for the summer. Now was my chance to have sex with her. I fantasized about burying my face between her legs and having hers buried between mine.
But I was also anxious to network with another escort. We met. Unfortunately, she immediately turned me off.
Not only did she get drunk during our first meeting — something I never do with my clients — but she wasn’t into me at all. For her, having sex with me was just part of the job. By the end of our session, I was ready to be done with her.
Julia had other plans though.
Max took off and I was eager for Julia to do the same. She stuck around, intent on trying to convince me we should team up as business partners for the rest of the summer. She liked my style and thought her clients would like me, too. She proposed I come along with her to her sessions so we could have more threesomes.
And get paid for it.
Since business was so slow, I acquiesced and took her up on her offer. I was after more money, but a part of me was still seeking sex-work sisterhood as well. Sure, Julia had come off as coarse during our first meeting, but she impressed me by actually making her plan work.
She contacted all her clients and let them know that she had a special deal. As you know, a threesome is a dream for a lot of men. As such, we got a ton of bookings. Before I knew it, my business had doubled, even tripled. And what’s more, I was having more fun on the job.
That and Julia and I became friends.
Looking back, I had my warning. She waved a red flag in my face but I ignored it. I waited until that flag was a flaming crimson until I finally let reality sink in.
Julia was a boon in my life until she wasn’t.
My job became way more fun.
While it lasted, though, Julia and I had a blast together. Here’s what a typical day of selling threesomes with Julia looked like.
Take the day we started out with a client named Michael. We went to Michael’s place for lunch. He lived in a penthouse apartment. There, he ordered fresh seafood for us to eat, and we gorged ourselves on crab and lobster — then gorged ourselves on each other.
We fucked for a couple of hours. Part of that time, Michael just wanted to watch Julia and me together. She had a double dildo she loved to use in our sessions.
The double dildo consisted of two phalluses that were attached at the ends. To use the toy, we sat facing each other on the bed. Slowly, we slipped the smooth heads at either end of the dildo into our vaginas, then slid down the shaft until our pussies met in the middle. Then we fucked ourselves silly, much to Michael’s enjoyment.
I no longer cared that Julia was just play-acting. I thoroughly enjoyed sleeping with her clients. They were what I consider “gold star” clients. These are the type of men who spend a lot of money on a woman just to please her. Every high-class escort wants this type of client in her virtual Rolodex.
Julia had these clients in spades.
Once we finished with Michael, we moved onto Amir. He had a condo on the beach. However, we had a couple of hours to kill before he was ready for us. We killed those hours shopping for new lingerie and getting our nails done.
When it was finally time to hook up with Amir, we met at a high-end restaurant where we enjoyed another great meal. Then we went back to his place to have more threesome sex.
We finished with Amir around midnight, but Julia was hardly ready to go home. While still outside Amir’s beachside condo, Julia snapped selfies of us, which she sent to a bunch of her other clients.
She was letting them all know we were available for another session. Her client Bobby took the bait. He invited us over to his place and we had even more sex and earned even more money.
Yes, it was crazy to work this way. And, no, it wasn’t sustainable — at least not for me. But for a while, I was having the time of my life, thanks to Julia.
This was a much-needed release for me after the years I’d spent in an unhappy marriage. It was a way for me to regain my self-esteem after feeling so repressed.
Life was exciting with Julia — but it was also insane. Insanely pleasurable and insanely busy. Insanely on the edge.
Another day we went to meet with a movie producer named Daniel at his hotel and spent the afternoon fucking. Then Daniel went home to his wife, leaving us at the hotel. He said we could stick around for as long as we wanted and order whatever we desired from room service on his tab.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Julia called all her clients to find another taker while we ordered dinner and dessert to be sent up to the room.
A guy named Gerald came to meet us at the hotel. We had another threesome — and made even more money.
But it wasn’t just the money and all the sex that was so gratifying. With Julia, I could be myself.
I could be honest with Julia in a way I couldn’t be with anyone else.
With Julia, we talked about every aspect of our job. We reminisced about our best times with our best clients. We joked about the clients we didn’t like as much.
We talked about other things, too. I told her about my failed marriage and how afraid I was that I’d never find a new man to love me. I feared that because I was a prostitute, no other man would ever accept me.
Julia talked about the challenges of putting herself through medical school. She worried she wasn’t studying enough that summer to prepare for the fall. She was afraid she’d flunk out.
She confided that part of wanting to become a doctor was to show her dad how wrong he was for abandoning her when she was just a kid. Her father had taken off when she was only five. Now she was in her mid-twenties. She’d found him on Facebook but hadn’t gotten in contact yet. She was waiting until she passed the boards.
We were both searching to fill a need through sex work. We were on a journey to make ourselves whole.
I wanted money but I also wanted to explore my identity and sexuality. That didn’t mean I didn’t have doubts. The same went for Julia.
We both sometimes worried we were on the wrong path. Was prostitution good or bad? Was it okay that we were making money like this? Or we were ruining our lives?
It felt good to at least talk about these issues with someone who didn’t immediately judge me. So often, I kept my insecurities to myself. Stuck inside my head, they’d grow in size until I felt oppressed by my own fears.
But with Julia, I could voice my doubts out-loud and actually process them in a healthy way.
In this respect, Julia was a great friend.
But I’d soon learn there were things about herself she wasn’t telling me.
Our friendship ended when I found out Julia had been lying to me.
It was a Sunday and we didn’t have any sessions lined up. I didn’t plan on seeing Julia until the following Tuesday when we had a threesome scheduled. But that afternoon, she called to tell me that she was in the emergency room, waiting to see a doctor.
She was having a lot of pain in her abdomen. She was really freaking out.
“I think I have HIV,” she said.
When she said that, of course I panicked. Although we always required our clients to wear condoms when we had sex with them, Julia confessed that when she saw clients on her own, she often didn’t use them.
This was especially true when she met with her sugar daddies. They considered themselves to be her boyfriend and never wanted to wear condoms.
“Why didn’t you tell me this?” I asked her. I told her it was one thing to put her life in danger but it was quite another to put mine in danger, too.
By not using a condom she was also putting the lives of every man whom she had sex with in danger as well. I couldn’t believe she could be so stupid.
I was furious with her. She had lied to me. I felt hurt by her betrayal. I was also terrified that she did have HIV and that meant I did, too.
I was a mother. How could I have let myself be so reckless? I was quick to blame everything on my ex. He was the one who had made me act out like this because it was his fault I was so depressed.
I knew I was being irrational though. There was one person to blame and that was me. I’d known Julia was bad news from the beginning. I should have followed my intuition from the get-go.
Now it was up to me to shape up my act — and I had to do that now.
Julia called after she met with the doctor. She didn’t have HIV but she did have bruising inside her vagina from having so much sex. She also had a serious yeast infection and a bladder infection.
I considered this a close call.
One thing was for sure, I never wanted to session with her again.
I told her so, that I was disappointed in her, and that she had hurt me. I didn’t expect this to destroy our friendship. I thought we could still stay in touch even if we were no longer marketing threesomes as a team.
I called her the following day to check in on her and she didn’t answer the phone. She wouldn’t answer my text messages either. After pestering her for a couple of weeks to make sure she was okay, I took the hint. She didn’t want to hear from me again.
We had a summer of fun together. Then it was over.
Maintaining friendships with other sex workers isn’t always easy.
I’m not going to lie to you — making friends in the sex industry can be difficult. Take when I worked at a commercial BDSM dungeon during my first years as a sex worker. My clothing and implements were routinely stolen by the other girls.
My coworkers could also be catty. They often gossiped about me behind my back. They talked crap about me to the clients. They did this because there’s so much competition between sex workers. This can lead people to become petty.
With Julia, it was more than pettiness though. To complicate matters, we were engaging in very intimate acts, which made me feel closer to her than I was. It was a false kind of intimacy.
Sure, when we were in session together, we were thick as thieves. Add to that how we could be incredibly honest with one another.
But once she went her own way, she had another life. There were clearly things about herself she wasn’t telling me.
What ever happened to Julia?
Sometimes, I look back on our friendship and wonder if we were ever all that good of friends. Maybe she was always just using me for money. As you can imagine, when we first had our falling out, I just wanted to forget about her.
But then I started to feel curious again. What was she up to now? Did she ever finish medical school? Did she ever start practicing medicine?
We had told each other our real names. I’ve looked Julia up many times on Google but have never been able to find a trace of her.
Sometimes I wonder if the name she gave me was even her real name. Maybe that was also a lie.
I’ll never know because all I have left of her are the memories.
Wherever you are now, Julia — or whatever your real name is — I just hope you’re okay. ❤️