How I Became an Escort

When I arrived in Barcelona, I was really fed up with my family and feeling pretty lonely.

I certainly wanted to lose myself in a big city and start from scratch… I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for… but I wanted to find out what this “intense and independent life” was all about…

I found a job at a brewery—the complete opposite of what I had studied (fine arts)—but at the time, I hadn’t given any thought to my future or anything like that.

Anyway, after a few days of making a total fool of myself, I started to hold my own pretty well, even though the work was exhausting… but on the other hand, working in the hospitality and nightlife industries meant that I made friends within just a few days.

The truth is, I had a really good time… People usually return kindness with kindness, and most of all, it helped me let go of my stress.

One day, the boss showed up with a really wild girl and introduced her to us as his sister.

That’s when the disaster began—she came in to turn the business into a money-maker. The good vibes were over, and it turned into a real English pub.

I couldn’t talk to customers anymore—I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t do that… And of course, my contract ended; they thanked me and said they’d call me later.

Well, to be honest, I got a little upset, but then I thought …so what!! It’s no big deal!! I’ll just look for another job!!… Of course…

I went to several interviews, but nothing came of it. It’s one thing to need only the bare minimum to get by, but it’s quite another to have to ask my parents for money just to make ends meet.

So I started calling friends to see if they knew of any job that paid enough so I wouldn’t have to beg on the subway.

That’s when a friend I’d met at the brewery told me that she worked at an American-style bar and that they might hire me as a waitress.

When I walked into the club, I was blown away… the bar was covered in mirrors with red and blue lights… (it was incredibly tacky)… and they told me I could start whenever I wanted and that, in addition to my salary, I’d get a commission on the drinks people bought for me.

So I spent the whole day hanging out with the girls and the customers… (everything seemed so uninhibited there)… then they started buying me drinks too, and I ended up mingling just like them… but that’s all!!…

Day by day, I made a place for myself there… Everything was going pretty normally in my life until I met him… He was a guy who captivated me the moment I saw him… He seemed to not care about anything, but at the same time, he knew everything.

Of course, everyone greeted him warmly, and the kisses and hugs with the girls made him feel right at home.

As soon as she saw me, she came over, staring at me brazenly with a big smile and making cheeky comments… about my “newbie” look… about the danger of my legs… and giving me a lot of chatty advice about the place…

Anyway… I got hooked on that style—it’s so laid-back.

We’d make plans to go out to dinner…he’d pay for our nights out…we took several trips…he really taught me how to be a very feminine woman, even though I was extremely practical.

I remember he had a gorgeous apartment with a huge bathtub and amazing music… Sex with him was an increasingly exciting discovery, and I was dying to see him howl with pleasure.

There wasn’t a single place where we didn’t do it… I spent the whole day asking my coworkers at the bar for erotic tips to surprise him, and what started out as a game that I was having a blast with…

It turned into an uncontrollable urge to be glued to him all day long (it often happens that with men who act so much like Prince Charming, that’s exactly when the story ends).

One fine day, a new girl showed up at the club—and she was also a stripper: exotic-looking, about 1.80, very blonde, incredibly sexy, and gorgeous… and of course… it was only natural that I’d check her out.

He started having unexpected business trips, a really complicated job, and he wasn’t as affectionate as usual… He kept bringing up all the problems he was facing, which meant he hadn’t had a single moment to see us lately (it sounded like a cop-out to me).

When I was talking to him, I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what was obvious to everyone, and … well … we gradually drifted apart…

I was very sad because I didn’t understand such a drastic change.

I felt as if I’d been cast out of paradise without any explanation… and I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that I’d never see him again. I wished he’d say something to me, so I wouldn’t feel like someone waiting for a train on a dead-end track…

Until one of the girls said to me… “But, sweetie, don’t you realize that when he doesn’t show up… ‘the action’ doesn’t happen either?”…That’s normal!! Paco likes novelty, and since he’s such a snob, he isn’t satisfied with just paying for a quickie… he wants to feel like he’s making someone fall in love with him… and of course, he’ll make you feel like you’re on cloud nine, he’ll adore you as if you were a goddess, but then he’ll find someone else who catches his eye, and you’ll come crashing down.

Paco is a real ladies’ man, and instead of just coming out and telling you that he likes someone else… he’s playing those little “cat-and-mouse” games to wear you down. But hey… don’t worry, there are plenty of guys out there, and at the end of the day, I doubt she’s the one he’ll end up with. He likes to play the field… you know how it is!!…

And as he patted me on the back, he said:

Listen, sweetie, this is just a stopover for them, and it should be one for us, too… and that idea that love can be found anywhere… well, at least on this street, that’s not the case…

We look for love when we need it, but here we’re just looking for fun, dreams, and entertainment—did you know that?… Well, don’t forget it.

I was devastated and snapped out of my “Pretty Woman”-style fantasy. I realized he saw me as just another fling he “adored, but…” What nonsense!!!…

After quite some time… and after saving up enough money, I left the place, leaving behind memories, anecdotes, and stories… including this one, though not all of them had such a mediocre ending.

I wanted to go back to school and finish my courses, but I had already gotten used to my independence, and the whole family thing—even though I loved them dearly—just didn’t appeal to me at all.

I decided that my future—which had always weighed heavily on me—had to be shaped by my own experiences, and that society’s preconceived notions only led me to feel suffocated, just as I did when I lived with my family and longed for my freedom, or to deceive myself, as I did with Paco.

There are so many of us in this world trying to make our lives bearable and comfortable, and it’s not easy to know what’s best for ourselves and for others, so I decided to always do whatever I personally felt was right for me or what I felt like doing, without bothering anyone, but without expecting anyone to fill that need for security, joy, and hope…

I don’t know? Call it living independently.

I’m now a part-time escort… and even though I still have a year left before I finish my studies, I’m already making plans for my future, and honestly, I’m handling it really well…

I treat my clients like friends—I bring them joy, and they bring me joy, without looking for any complications.

I always try to keep in mind that they don’t define me, nor am I in a position to define them.

We share a moment of pleasure that satisfies both of us, each for our own reasons.

Embracing my own story has made me more confident, and I try to enjoy everything I do, so when I feel like something isn’t working or I don’t like it, I “just don’t do it.” I always try to do what my intuition tells me to do: at least if I make a mistake, I have the comfort of knowing that, in addition to having lived, I’ve learned.

This is my story: the one that explains how I came to be what I am — an escort— because that’s what I want….