The Luxury Companion

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I never thought there would be a situation where I would need money so badly that I would be applying for a job as an escort, but here we are.

Ashley, a friend of mine from high school, got me the interview. She started stripping right after we graduated and eventually began working in porn. She didn't make a lot of movies, yet she always seemed to have a ton of money.

Finally, one day I just asked her how in the world she could afford to live as she did. I know porn stars were rumored to make good money, but there was no way she was making that kind of money in porn with just doing a few movies a year. Luckily for me, she was a little drunk and spilled the beans.

"You're kidding, right? You are so naive Kimberly, I love it," Ashley said. "I only do just enough porn to draw the attention of my real clients."

"Real clients," I asked, not understanding what she meant.

"Rich men who pay me to spend time with them," she said casually as if it were no big deal.

"What the … are you kidding me, Ashley? You're working as a hooker?"

"Escort," she corrected. "A hooker walks the streets for little to no money. I'm a luxury companion who gets paid top dollar for my services."

"How top are we talking," I had to ask.

"It really depends on the client and what specifically they want, but I never go on a date for less than a thousand dollars an hour, and I always charge a minimum of $10,000 for an overnight."

I was speechless. I couldn't believe that anyone would spend $1,000 an hour to be with a girl, no matter how hot the girl was.

Most men I knew were happy to get rid of a girl after sex, but these men were paying Ashley $10,000 to stay the night. How was that even possible? Where there really that many men out there that would pay that kind of money to sleep with girls that there was an entire cottage industry built around it? Apparently so because Ashley had been doing this for a while now.

What she said had stuck with me as just an interesting story, but now, a year later, it's become my lifeline. I never thought I would be calling her asking her for help. No, I wasn't asking her for money. What I needed was her help in getting a job.

I wasn't a porn star, so I wasn't sure if the agency she worked with would even be interested in me, but I was quite popular on social media. I had more than 400,000 followers on Instagram. I was even featured in Esquire magazine last year as one of the hundred sexiest Instagram models.

Sure, I've never been on the cover of Vogue or walked a runway in a fashion show, as real models did, but still, I thought I was doing well. But I was just kidding myself. I was a professional girlfriend. I was never going to be a real model, no matter how many followers on Instagram I had.

It all started with Raphael. He was a mobile app developer who hit it big and needed a pretty girl on his arm. I fit the bill. I don't think it mattered who the girl was, as long as she was pretty and made him look good by being with him. Still, he paid the bills, and by being with him, I enjoyed a great life. I didn't want for anything.

At first, I really thought we had something, that he loved me, but I learned the hard way that rich men like him are all too happy to replace you when you start to have needs or, even worse, have opinions of your own.

After Raphael and I broke up, I began seeing Victor, a Bitcoin millionaire, who like Raphael, only wanted a trophy to show off at events.

He didn't care about me as a person, I was just another piece of property. Don't get me wrong, he treated me well, and I had a great life with him. We traveled the world, and my Instagram feed was never so interesting. But I was never really someone he truly cared about. I was meant to shut up and look pretty. In return, he made sure I never wanted for anything.

But now that relationship is over too, and I don't know what to do.

As much as I wished I could say I was making enough money on my own to support myself as a social media influencer, I'm really not.

People send me a lot of free products to promote in my Instagram feed, but free products don't exactly pay the bills. I can't pay my rent with a Gucci purse or a Kylie Jenner lip kit.
Ashley had a two-bedroom apartment in downtown LA. She offered to let me come stay with her, but her rent is $4,400 per month. I can't afford to split the rent with her, so becoming her roommate was out.

Even if I stayed with her temporarily until I could find a place on my own, where would I eventually go? It's not like I could afford my own apartment. It's expensive to live in Los Angeles.

So that's what led me to where I am today, on my way to an interview to become a paid companion -- an escort.

The drive from downtown to the West Hollywood mansion where my meeting is being held took about an hour and a half. LA traffic is always such a nightmare, no matter what time of day it is.

I was scared to go by myself, so I got Ashley to go with me to the meeting. I didn't know what to expect, so I thought by having her with me, I would be less nervous. I wasn't. By the time our Uber pulled up outside of the rot iron gates of the fancy house, I had thought I might throw up from nerves.

The house was impressive. You could tell these people, whoever they were, spent a lot of time fixing the place up. There were a lot of little details like pixie lights on the water fountain upfront.

Once we were through security, we were greeted by a decent looking guy named Enrico. I'm not sure, but he's probably in his mid-40s and spoke with a distinctive South American accent. I wasn't quite sure where he was from, he could have been Brazilian or Cuban, for all I knew. I was never good at judging those kinds of things.

"Enrico, this is my friend that I told you about, Kimberly Harper."

"Miss Harper, it's lovely to meet you."

"Please, just call me Kim," I insisted.

"This is my wife, Catina," Enrico s

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Written by Klub Kelli
Cargado December 28, 2020
Notes Kimberly Harper turns to her friend from high school for financial help. Ashley introduces her to the world of paid companionship. Kimberly goes from social media influencer to a high end, luxury companion, This is the story of her first encounter.
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