An independent escort in Barcelona

The Story of an Independent Escort in Barcelona…

At some point in some nightclub, some “mature guy” had once suggested something like, “Baby, when you’re done, I’ll wait for you and we’ll go for a walk,” or the typical, “Write down my number—I’ll treat you to lunch and we’ll chat,” I’d always brushed them off because I knew what was coming next, but at that moment I was regretting not having those numbers in my phone, and I had to figure something out on the spot.

I knew about dating agencies and all that, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I said to myself, “To be honest, I’m not half bad… I don’t know… I’ll give it a try.”

After spending a long time looking online, I made a list of several escort agencies and went to a few of them to get more information.

One of the places I went to looked just like an office; it was an apartment in the upper part of Barcelona.

They treated me very kindly and showed me into a small room where a very elegant woman came in. She explained that her agency’s clients were very selective and that they chose the independent escort from a photo portfolio that you had to create in order to work with them.

The rates were pretty tempting, and of course I had to give it a try. They took my photos and started calling me.

My first meeting as an independent escort was at the office apartment, where I was introduced to a client who had chosen my photos. After chatting for a little while, we went into a room they had right there. I told him it was my first time working as an escort; he didn’t seem too surprised, and he asked, “But you want to be here, right?” I replied, “Yes, of course! Besides, I think you’re a very attractive man…”

I steeled myself and tried to stay relaxed, as if it were just a Friday-night hookup. We got undressed, and I started with a massage and so on… He really was a guy with a great physique and quite pleasant. The hour we spent together flew by.

We got right down to business, of course, but he was so nice—he liked everything I did—so I never once felt uncomfortable or awkward. When we were done, we got dressed and said goodbye with lots of kisses. I went to an office where they paid me for my services, and I think he really liked me, because we did it many times, and we got better at it each time.

At first, the agency would call me about once a day on average—sometimes for a hotel, other times for their apartment. I remember anecdotes from those days—good times, and others not so good… clients who changed their minds at the last minute and I had to leave, and so on… but I also met some incredible friends. The calls became fewer and farther between, and although my finances had already risen from the ashes—and I was even able to treat myself every now and then—I needed to know what I could count on.

I decided to place an ad with my phone number so I could meet new clients on my own; I thought that would get me more leads and help my finances flow more smoothly. The ad turned out to be complicated because I’d meet people at popular bars, and on quite a few occasions I ended up looking all dressed up with no date (jokes or people who treat personal ads as if you were a sex hotline are pretty common), and in the end, I had more luck picking up guys at the bars than through the ad.

A friend of mine who works as an independent escort in Barcelona told me that she did things differently—she always went out for drinks at hotel bars—and that if the bartenders and the front desk clerk liked you, you were guaranteed clients almost every day of the week, and of course, on top of the friendship, she’d charge a commission for setting me up with the client. She also had an apartment she shared with several other escorts, and she’d take her friends there when they didn’t want to go to a hotel.

“Fantastic!” I said. “Can you introduce me to the hotels you go to? … And could I share the apartment with you guys?” … My friend gave me a “you’re on your own” look and said, “Well, as for the hotels, you’ll have to figure that out yourself! You’ll have to spend a few days hanging out in the hotel bars, talk to the bartender behind the counter, and tell him you know me—‘he already knows’”— “Leave him your phone number, and he’ll call you when he has a client who likes your type. I recommend that with your first client at the hotel, you introduce yourself to the front desk manager and leave your phone number—that… if it’s a guy, but if it’s a woman, don’t even think about it! Tell him your rates and your schedule—in short, it’s all about being patient and giving good tips.

the-best-independent-escortsI kept asking her, “But what about the apartment? I’m a little embarrassed about staying in hotels. I’ll give it a try, of course, but I’d prefer to have a place where I can see my clients.” She raised an eyebrow and, looking skeptical, said, “It’s possible, but you have to pay a monthly fee and a small rental fee to cover the apartment’s cleaning and service costs…” “Okay!” I said… “And how much is it?” She told me some pretty reasonable amounts, and we agreed that the next day she’d show me the little apartment.

The apartment was very unassuming and centrally located; it had a small living room with a kitchen and three bedrooms with one bathroom. In one of the bedrooms—which was very small—there was a Japanese tatami mat right on the floor, with sheer curtains and a “do-it-yourself” vibe, plus lots of mirrors. the other two bedrooms were more standard in size—one in a minimalist black-and-white style and the other in pastel tones with large flowers on the headboard and curtains. The mirrors in that apartment covered every available surface, offering plenty of opportunities to check out your butt—and everything else.

It all started off great. Every day I’d go during the hours I was scheduled to meet with my clients, and every now and then I’d stop by and have a coffee with a friend who happened to be at the apartment at the time—until one day I made plans with a friend, and when I went to the apartment, the rooms were all occupied. I called my friend to find out how long I’d have to wait, but she didn’t answer the phone. So we went out for coffee to decide what to do, and we ended up going to a hotel.

Being an independent escort in Barcelona is a profession full of adventures…

That night, my friend called me and said she was sorry, but that all the girls had ended up with their clients that afternoon—this had happened to me several times before, but I’d always been able to work it out.

The problem arose when I met up with a client I didn’t know, and none of the girls showed up at the apartment. The client arrived, we introduced ourselves, and everything seemed to be going well—until, in the heat of the moment, he started getting aggressive (and I don’t mean just a little aggressive). But the fact that I was alone started to scare me. I tried to handle the situation as best I could, since I could feel a lot of tension coming from him toward me… Finally, it was over; he took a shower, got dressed… and without looking at me, he said goodbye.

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After that, I radically changed my approach: if I wasn’t with someone, I wouldn’t let anyone in, which made the situation much more complicated because it was hard to know when the girls would be around, and besides, if there were too many of us, I couldn’t use the room either, and I figured that if “independence” meant being terrified every time the doorbell rang or paying for facilities I couldn’t use, I had to look for other options.

And that’s what I did—I went to a few escort clubs, saunas, nightclubs, etc…I had to work on Sundays or holidays—depending on the day, the hours were grueling—and I had to clean the room myself, on top of the poor hygiene at almost all the places I went to… Finally, since I wasn’t quite sure about it, I decided to offer escort services at luxury hotels.