I am an actress and an escort. I moved to New York three years ago, and I’m still trying to make it on stage. My dream is to be on Broadway, but until then my escort work keeps me living in the city I love. I just started dating a fellow actor though, and he’s not so sure about my moonlighting.
8 a.m. My alarm goes off. I snooze it.
8:10 a.m. I reluctantly get up and undress. I leave my boyfriend asleep in the bed and hop into the shower. I’ve got auditions this morning, so I’ve got to be quick. I scrub my body with a lavender scented soap. I shaved before my boyfriend arrived last night, so that’ll save me some time.
8:30 a.m. I’m out of the shower and my hairs blow-dried into chin length auburn waves. My boyfriend’s still asleep when I walk into the room to get dressed. He has nowhere to be. I step into a flowing floral sundress and some sandals.
8:45 a.m. I’ve got a light amount of makeup on and I’m out the door with a quick goodbye note to my boyfriend. He may or may not be here when I get back. It’s a quick walk to the audition building, so I don’t bother with the car.
9:05 a.m. I’m there a little early, but from the looks of it, all the other girls had the same idea. It’s like a sea of young girls ahead of me. It means I’m going to be here a while. I think about my plans for the rest of the day and tomorrow. I don’t work tonight, so maybe I will get to see my boyfriend after all.
12 p.m. They finally call me back. I’m asked the usual. Name and headshot, resume if you’ve got one (I barely do), and present the monologue. I give it my all and hope it amazes them. I can never tell. Mostly though, I’m starving. I haven’t eaten in three hours and I wonder if the casting director can tell.
12:15 p.m.They thank me and tell me they’ll let me know if I get a callback. I grab my things and go. For a moment I feel like my clients, rushing off after releasing all of themselves.
12:30 p.m.I pick up some Chinese food to go and head home. On the walk over I text my boyfriend and ask if he’s still there. He is. I walk a bit faster.
12:50 p.m.I open up the door and see my boyfriend waiting on the couch. I sit down next to him and quickly eat my food. The second I’m done I climb up on him. He’s ready for me. We strip off our pants and I ride him until he finishes in me. There’s nothing better than a rather improvised, quick, and dirty fuck. I take a shower and finish myself off alone.
1:30 p.m.He asks about the audition. I tell him I’m not sure how it went. He complains about me not taking him up on his offer to get me a job on his set. He’s in soap operas and says it’ll be no effort to get me on it too. I don’t want that though. I want to earn my roles. He doesn’t understand why I keep escorting when the job he’s offering is a sure thing. He really doesn’t get it.
2 p.m. He walked out when he realized I really wasn’t going to accept his offer. He’ll be back, but I wish we didn’t fight like this. At least I’ll have my work to distract me tomorrow.
10 a.m. I let myself sleep in on workdays. I choose to keep late hours. I think it helps me get more clients. They’re more willing midday or something.
11 a.m. I’ve had breakfast and showered. No texts from my boyfriend, so I guess he’s still mad. I get dressed for work. A shorter dress than I auditioned in, but still floral. It’s easy to slip on and off.
11:15 a.m.I put up my hair in a small bun and put a bit of eyeliner on with a darker eyeshadow. I don’t worry too much about lipstick. It’ll all come off anyway.
11:30 a.m.I walk down to my garage. I’ve got to use my car to get to the apartment. It’s shared with a couple other girls, so it works out to be cheaper than a hotel, but it’s also kind of far from my house because of that.
12:20 p.m.I get to the house just in time. I’ve got a client that pre-scheduled last session and he’s planning on being here soon. I unlock the apartment and walk inside to start prepping the bedroom.
12:45 p.m.A knock comes at the door. It’s my client, H. He’s wearing a suit, not unusual for him, but it always makes me wonder what he does. My guess is banker. He seems like he’s good with money. He walks with me to the bedroom, but doesn’t try to make small talk.
1 p.m. He wants to watch me strip, so I do it as slowly as possible. He doesn’t remove a thing. He wants me to dance around a bit. I do. I’m not great at it, but he still seems to enjoy it.
1:15 p.m. Eventually he grows bored of my dancing and unzips his pants. He gestures for me to help him out. I start with my hand and move to my mouth once he’s as hard as he’s going to get.
1:30 p.m. He cums in my mouth and I sort of discreetly spit it out. After all this time, you’d think I’d get used to the taste, but I really haven’t. He zips up his jeans and leaves my money on the dresser. He leaves without me showing him out.
2:15 p.m. I’ve cleaned everything up and am waiting for my second client to show up. He’s supposed to be here any minute and people don’t tend to be late to these sorts of meetings.
2:20 p.m. He’s right on time. I’ve seen this guy once or twice and he’s always dressed down when he comes by. Like he doesn’t work or anything. With the sort of money he throws around though, I know he must do something important. He leads me to the kitchen. Some of them think the bedroom is too boring. They see people fuck in kitchens in porn and want to try it out themselves.
2:30 p.m. Condom on, I’m bent over the countertop with him pounding into me from behind. I moan when it’s appropriate. He likes that sort of thing. Others like me quiet as a mouse. He pulls my hair a bit too, but not too much to hurt.
3 p.m. He comes in the condom, dresses, and I walk him out. I get dressed and check my work phone. No messages. I guess it’s going to be a slow day.
5 p.m. I finally get a text that lets me know I’ve got a client coming in ten minutes. I hate when they give me such little notice. Plus, I was just about to leave, but I do appreciate the extra cash.
5:10 p.m. The knock comes and I let him inside. He introduces himself. I’ll call him K. He wants to do it on the couch, so I lead him over. He does a bit of small talk. The kind people do when they’re nervous. It’s kind of cute.
5:20 p.m. Turns out he just came for a handjob. He was too scared to do anything else yet, but he’s willing to pay for the whole hour. My guess is that he thinks if its only a handjob he doesn’t really cheat on his wife. Sweet! I unzip his pants and let him caress my tits while I stroke him. He’s loving every second of it.
5:25 p.m. Update! He actually asked to lick me while I am stroking him. Fair enough but he is too bad at it, its making me uncomfortable. So I decided to make use of the situation and asked him to lick my ass instead. I pulled my bullet out of the bag and put it on my clit with me sitting on his face and he trying to put his tongue as deep in my ass as possible. For brief 3 minutes I closed my eyes, let everything go, and enjoyed. I almost forgot I am not alone in the room. The orgasm that followed drained every bit of energy I had left. Luckily the client was so turned on, he was done after a few short strokes.
6:45 p.m. When I finally get home, I’ve got a text from my boyfriend. He’s apparently forgiven me and wants to come over. I text him that I’ll see him tomorrow. For tonight, I could use the rest.