I had a preliminary face to face interview with a reasonably attractive well made up looking girl a couple of years older than me (about 25, nicely done fake nails, hair extensions, makeup, good figure) who explained how it would work and the expectations in a matter of fact way.

After agreeing when I'd be available, I got a call from the agency operator to book my first client, an incall to their serviced apartment.

It was a normal, nondescript flat, in a residential block, in a non-student area on the edge of the city centre. A white man in his late 30s who called himself Martin (coincidently the name of my first boyfriend, which I felt was a kind of a sign) met me at the door and I let him in. He knew I'd not done this before, as the operator would have told him it was my first time, and I think perhaps they have a list of people who are keen to go with inexperienced girls. He paid and I counted the money. He put me at my ease by making some small talk to get us both feeling comfortable and asking bland questions to get us chatting before kissing and embracing me. The nervousness that wasn't quite fear and the strangeness of what was happening was arousing for me and I had sex with him that wasn't unsatisfying or uncomfortable. He joked a little with me before he left to show that the air was clear and the ice was broken, and was generally just a normal pleasant person. I didn't see him again but I only worked for about 3-4 months.

I actually can't really remember it clearly now, unlike some of the other men I was with, but it was just a normal but thrilling hour and I felt totally comfortable with doing it again. Only a dozen or so more times in that flat though because the risk of multiple girls using it was too high (that classed it a brothel) so one girl started using it full time and I only did outcalls after that.

I was an undergrad university student in a large UK city and following a breakup with my high school boyfriend I struggled to come to terms with, felt now was the time to find out if I could go through with escorting.

I'd always been attracted to the idea of being paid for sex but coming from a totally normal, sheltered middle class upbringing in the suburbs never really considered it more than an intriguing what if fantasy.

I'd only had 2 boyfriends and a couple of more casual sexual encounters, and had never used sex toys, but had been adventurous and happy to try anal, fuck outside etc.