In keeping with Debut’s ethos to highlight the various different issues that women deal with in their careers, we’ve investigated a taboo topic that hundreds of young women are facing today, and that many publications shy away from.
We spoke to an escort, Sarah, 26 from Liverpool, about her views on her chosen career and the sex work industry as a whole.
We are not condemning or condoning Sarah’s choice, but feel it’s important that in order to give a platform to women to speak their truth, we must include all types of women, with varied thoughts, opinions and lives.
‘I’ve been working in the sex industry for the past few years now, and I have to admit – I absolutely love it! But hang on. Before you think I’m being absolutely ludicrous, let me tell you why.
I really hate the stereotype of sex-workers in general. Yes there are many women who are very much exploited and taken advantage of in this industry, and it’s these women that need to be protected and supported. However, I am not one of them by any stretch of the imagination.
I started working as an escort about 2 years ago, after moving down to London from Liverpool. As is the case with most twenty-something’s, I was out partying every single night, getting drunk and usually always ended up taking a different guy back home each night.
On one particularly raucous evening, I was approached by my now manager, Craig. He told me that I had the perfect look that could make me lots of money – but didn’t really elaborate on what that really meant. So, when I met up with him a few days later, he let me know about the Escort Agency he ran, and wanted to see if I was interested.
In all honestly I was getting very tired of the same old routine; wake up, go to work , come home, get ready for a night out, get trashed, go home with a stranger. I was no longer interested in one nights stands and cold, unemotional sex. So, I decided to give the agency a chance. Plus, I was only working as an admin assistant for a boring law firm, making pitiful money and quickly getting bored of the 9-5 lifestyle I had been living for so long.
I remember the first time I had sex with a client like it was yesterday. He was a city banker, 43, average looking and slightly overweight. Although apprehensive to start with, we began the night by having a lovely dinner and cocktails at a very swanky hotel in Mayfair. He told me he had a wife and 2 children, and how I was just the distraction he needed from the his monotonous daily life. We actually had really good conversation and laughed a lot. We went back to our pre-booked hotel and had sex. It wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had; his heavy panting and clumsy approach made for some very awkward moments, but £10,000 later and I honestly couldn’t wait to do it all over again.
Before long I’d gained a solid list of clients, and each were paying anywhere between £15,000 to £30,000 for me. The more my fee went up, the stronger my urge to be the top girl in the agency and earn the most, became. I soon realised that this job had given me more confidence than I had ever felt before. And as time went on, the money and quality of men and sex, continued to get better and better. While my friends were moaning about their unreliable boyfriends who couldn’t satisfy them physically or mentally, I was being satisfied financially and sexually at any and every time that I wanted.
And do you want to know what really turns me on about all of this? The fact that as a woman living in the 21st Century I have the option to choose whatever career I want, when I want and how I want. In every job, the employee sells their services for a fee – so why is my job any different? How is this different to countless up and coming musicians who sleep with their producers to get ahead? For those of you who say that sex work is shameful and wrong, I say it’s empowering and celebrates the very foundations of feminism, which is having the freedom to make the choices to live the life I want to live.
It’s my right as a woman to choose to sell my sex in return for monetary value, just like it’s another woman’s right not to.