Your first non-sexual encounter with an escort

[Ali Katt]

This is a weird topic, but I like weird topics. I'm not asking about your first punt or if you planned your first punt, but never had sex. This is about the first time you met a prossie, but weren't yet a punter.

Here's mine:
A few years before I was a punter I met two girls in a bar and we got talking. They said they were Icelandic, I'm wondering if they were Polish, who knows? They said they came from Newcastle, but travelled to Manchester to see some friends, which is a bit unusual. Given their age and what I know I would say they were escorts being moved around by Poplov, but I don't know for definite.

The same year I also had a rough old scrubber come up to me on Princess Street and ask me if "I wanted some fun", I turned her down.

[king tarzan]

I have bumped into a few escorts in the high street locally
No acknowledgement nothing at all...
Once I saw on the bus and we just said hi to each other

Nothing more than that

[ClarkeOfTheCourse]

Similar to the episode of the Inbetweeners, a group of us booked a B&B in Kings Cross for the weekend so we could go clubbing in London for the first time. At the end of the night, on the way back to our mould-ridden Victorian lodgings from the chippy, we passed a crackhead looking pro$$ie standing on a street corner getting verbals from her pimp and started walking a bit more quickly 

[purple_t]

After leaving a club in Barcelona a haggard old South East Asian woman approached me and grabbed my junk asking if I was looking for a good time. May possibly even have been a tranny

[thor555]

Way back when was on a stag in vegas and ended up losing mates for various reasons so decided to pitch up at a bar. Low behold I started getting chatted up, was too good to be true it was. She was looking to find work. She really was trying to pursuade me with a bj but she told me she was not feeling great and did look like she had a cold i was like no thanks.  The curious chap i am just started asking her random questions, longest booking, shortest booking,  most drug fueled booking etc etc. She was really open didn't "think" she was was chatting shit at the time think she was just chilling at the bar with me! Who knows!!? Talking about random stuff for ages until hotel security took her away!

[Malvolio]

I went to a concert at the Scala in Kings Cross around 1998 or 99 - walking back to the station I was approached by a rough-looking streetwalker.  Thanks but no thanks.

[hantshagger]

my first, i believe, was in  China.   Had been a long day, just arrived at the hotel i was staying 2 nights at,  and on exiting taxi, i noticed this stunning girl on the other side of the street.    I had to go over, for a closer look, as she was particularly attractive looking - or so appeared to be from a moderate distance.  I just walked passed, with my luggage in tow, and 'clocked' her to indeed realise I'd discovered a true beauty!  Then after a bit of walking  I came back, and smiled at her as we passed each other again.  She made it clear then, that she was looking for business that evening, but I was
(a) not yet a punter,   and
(b) not at all familiar with the 'etiquette' (if i can put it that way) in China, for punting - and most importantly,   
(c) dog-tired and so not in the mood really for energetic sex  or even limited conversation

..... that i made my exuses and went to check in to my hotel room alone    .

I remember cursing myself the next day, for letting that opportunity go - and spent part of the next evening walking the streets outside the hotel trying to find her, to make amends for not taking the opportunity before!  Never did find her (she must have moved on, or got a early booking the next day)......  .   but later that evening, did find another girl - who then became my first punt  .  She was ok looking, but nowhere near as attractive as the one who got away!   She was working with another girl, who insisted on coming to the hotel room too, and just sat and watched us do the biz!   Seemed a bit weird to me at the time!  Maybe it was a security thing tho.    Nevertheless, that non-sexual encounter  was a catalyst to get me started on this hobby   

[Home Alone]

Mine was on holiday in Sydney in 2001, about 3 years before my first punt.  I was staying in King's Cross and had booked a day trip to some of the "wineries".  The trip didn't collect passengers from my hotel but from outside one about 400 metres away.  So I had my breakfast and began to make my way to the other hotel.

As I'm walking - there very few other people around; this must have been about 7.30 a.m. - I heard a woman call out, "Do you wanna laydee?"  Naïvely, I thought she couldn't be talking to me so I kept on walking.

Undeterred, she called out louder, "I said, 'Do you wanna laydee?!' "  I called over my shoulder, "No thanks; I've not digested my breakfast properly yet!"

[stevedave]

Not an escort, but my first encounter with a sex worker was in the old RLD in Sheffield, around Mappin Street. I'd been to a gig in town and was taking a shortcut back up to the Student Union (as a fresh faced, innocent 18 year old)...this middle aged, fairly frumpy looking woman was stood on a street corner and as I approached she asked me if I was looking for business. I had no idea what she said, so stopped and said I hadn't heard her  she must have thought her luck was in, but once I realised I was mortified  and dashed off.

But, the seed was sown I guess.

[MrMatrix]

40 years ago at a night club in Bournemouth. 1am decided to dance with this girl - looked well tarty. 2 minutes in , she says you can have it for £10..WTF. I said no thanks- she looks at my friend and says what about your mate. I'll ask him. So he goes and dances with her and she says the same- his reply, you give me quid and I'll help you out. Lol

[JamesKW]

I often encounter WGs when they have been hired out by other punters,this is quite common at fetish clubs where many of the girls are service providers either acting out roles as subs or doms.Also I was in a Jacuzzi with a Lithuanian girl at a swingers club who was obviously a WG with a punter.Banter often ensues with these girls and you have to pretend its a normal relationship.

Sometimes when I am in restaurants and I see relationships that look odd I often like to guess if it is a paid for meet.

[nodrah]

I was walking down a street in Valetta,Malta with my mate when we were approached by a couple of women who propositioned us ..... then they noticed the 2 women walking about 20 yards behind us, came to the correct assumption that they were probably our wives, laughed, and ran back into the building ......

[mh]

As a wet behind the ears rare business traveller I was sent to accompany a sales bod and another colleague to Brussels and we stayed overnight at an airport hotel for a 9am meeting the next day. We were at the hotel bar and he impressed us by quickly chatting up a very sexy looking woman at the bar and ended up taking her back to his room. He admitted to us the next morning that it was only when they got to the room that it became clear there was tariff involved and he said that he bailed. I just thought he was a smooth operator as it all seemed so natural and she didn't obviously look or act like a hooker. It was only afterwards that I understood why it was so easy for him. I don't know why he didn't just brazen it out to us but I think my other colleague had twigged.

[mh]

I was walking down a street in Valetta,Malta with my mate when we were approached by a couple of women who propositioned us ..... then they noticed the 2 women walking about 20 yards behind us, came to the correct assumption that they were probably our wives, laughed, and ran back into the building ......

Ha! Yes. I was in London's Chinatown very recently with my wife and we rounded a corner where there were construction works narrowing the pavement, so for a moment we were in single file with me ahead. At that moment a small fat Chinese lady jumped out and shouted "Massageee" in my face just as my wife came back to my side. If it had been a pert young thing then perhaps my wife would have wondered about my response had I been there alone, but I just ignored and kept walking...
 

[madmania]

3 times this has happened to me.

First was in uni, I've told this story a few times here, my friend/FWB/girlfriend (we hadn't really set anything in stone) started escorting over the summer to pay tuition and books. Obviously I knew her outside escorting and in non sexual capacities. Also funny how I told "mates rates" with some of her friends from the agency she worked.

Second time was in Hong Kong, was in Dusk to Dawn until like 7 in the morning and for the last few hours of the night got chatting to a group of maybe 6 working girls who hadn't managed to snare a punter that night. Very friendly girls, a bit sad some of their stories actually.

Third time was in a hotel lounge in London, a very old very fat business man was having drinks with his "niece". When the guy went to the toilet and I happened to be getting some snacks the same time she was we chatted for a minute. She was absolutely stunning and apparently getting 2k for the overnight involving dinner and a theatre. Only spoke for a minute or two but seemed friendly enough. Somewhat jealous of the bloke getting to shag her all night, honestly she was out of this world

[JamesKW]

3 times this has happened to me.

 honestly she was out of this world

Obviously not if you have 2K

[Rockhead]

About 15 years ago I was approached in Manchester by a skinny, bedraggled girl - clearly a junkie - repeatedly asking me if I "wanted action" while hugging her shivering frame.

I was horrified and it put me off the concept of paying for sex for years.

[mediumjoe]

  When I was at school aged about 14 new boy joined,  round at his house, in a quite a posh area his mother was dog rough, and looking back now,  at where they used to live previously  (a very notorious Street in a shipping port) and other things he said I am sure that she had retired after a lot of hard years plying her trade on the boats
All  nationalities of sailors been at sea for weeks coming into port, notorious pubs around there where  they'd  get pissed usually get rolled as well . Pick up a brass and back on board . God what a life but it obviously paid off for her.

[madmania]

Obviously not if you have 2K

True - I just think overnights are bad VFM.

Doesn't matter if I was a billionaire I would resent wasted money and why do an overnight and pay for her to sleep when for the same cost you'd be able to get 10 hour sessions and make damn good use of the time

[anonyorks]

Window shopping in Amsterdam. Didn't have the balls to go for it when my mates did.

[fairfield]

Worked in the late 80's for a ruthless madam/wg in her 'cover' role as Croydon's Chief Housing Benefits Officer. (Don't dare mention her name in case the spooks are still watching. There was a determined effort at the time to hide the 'truth'.)
Was so traumatized didn't consider prostitutes for nearly 30 years. If ever there was a cure for punting, a meet with this murderous Maasai warrior look-alike would be it - if you managed to escape in one piece, that is.

[Happyjose]

was waiting early one morning outside the entrance to a hotel in Ashford with a mate, lounging around his very expensive car, waiting on the third member of our party before making our way to the ferry.

Out wanders an absolutely stunning black girl in a slinky dress. She spots the car and wriggles across, very flirty, asking if we're staying at the hotel etc. Just at the point we realise she's a WG, she spots a chap in his 60's exiting the hotel and gives him a cheeky wave - he freezes and looks absolutely mortified. Guessed it was his overnighter, and from the nick of him he probably got his money's worth.

[Corus Boy]

First Time:

Worked in an industry with a large rich Arab customer base.  One co-worker was a beautiful blonde, slim and oozed sex appeal.

It too a while for me to realise what she was doing after work

She eventually started talking quite openly about her after work meetings and the £500 she used to make!  This was London and the early 70's, so she was doing very well.

Second Time:

In a hotel bar, in a far flung foreign country.  Started chatting to a very average looking lady from Manchester, until she walked off with a very smartly dressed local.

[Bobbaloo]

Probably a street walker from when I was around 15ish years old (around 2004). There used to be quite a lot of them back then.

[Sparta Prada]

I used to go to the amusement arcades in London's Soho at the weekends when I was about 15. While wandering around the machines a young girl stared at me, she wasn't that pretty but it was flattering to receive that sort of eye contact. She walks towards me and starts talking to me while I am playing Asteroids, just friendly getting-to-know-you stuff. I ask her what she's doing here and she says she's selling sex, and if I want to fuck her she had a place around the corner. The money she was charging was a lot for a 15 year old, so I declined. When I look back at it, I think she was most likely a clipper.

[Sedition]

Probably the first time I ever set eyes on a whore was in Paris in the 70s as a teenager, somewhere near st Lazare. I remember walking opposite a brunette in heels with bare legs, a tiny mini skirt, and a low cut lilac top. My adolescent cock was immediately interested, she had a lovely arse and a great set of Charlie's... took a minute or 2 in my naive state to realise she was a brass....she vanished into a doorway. I spent the rest of the trip wandering the streets, my head swivelling like meerkat manor looking for others.... didn't have the balls or the money to punt but yes, I was hooked

[Home Alone]

About 15 years ago I was approached in Manchester by a skinny, bedraggled girl - clearly a junkie - repeatedly asking me if I "wanted action" while hugging her shivering frame.

I was horrified and it put me off the concept of paying for sex for years.

I also had one of those encounters in Manchester - I can't recall whether it was before or after I'd started punting.

At the time, I worked for a Charity which worked with recovering addicts and had been to a meeting with some of the people from Head Office.  When the meeting ended, the organization's Chief Executive suggested we go for a meal in one of the small restaurants across the road from Chorlton Street Bus Station.  Probably because I was at the back of the queue to get into this restaurant, I was asked if I was "up for a bit of business" as I went into the restaurant.

Again I declined the offer!

[NickA]

Worked in the late 80's for a ruthless madam/wg in her 'cover' role as Croydon's Chief Housing Benefits Officer. (Don't dare mention her name in case the spooks are still watching. There was a determined effort at the time to hide the 'truth'.)
Was so traumatized didn't consider prostitutes for nearly 30 years. If ever there was a cure for punting, a meet with this murderous Maasai warrior look-alike would be it - if you managed to escape in one piece, that is.

You can't just leave it at that. Share the story, please! What on earth did the murderous Maasai do to you?

My first non-sexual encounter with an escort was when a Polish WG I'd seen a couple of times ended up working in a local, legit beauty salon and waxed my back prior to a summer holiday.

[fairfield]

You can't just leave it at that. Share the story, please! What on earth did the murderous Maasai do to you?...

Apologies, but no can do - especially in an open forum. The official picture of her as a lone deranged wg driven to desperate measures thru £40k odd debt is laughable, but probably fostered by the security services. Even without her line of business, she was a formidable calculating nasty piece of work.  Here is one mild story tho, which shows the 'power' she wielded.

Her cousin visited on a 2 week holiday from America. He was immediately put on the councils payroll as a consultant which was the first joke. Then he decided he didn't like any of the wgs in her brothel. So she took 8 of her female mangers out to dinner with him - presumably at the Councils expense - on a getting to know you session. After dinner he was allowed to take home the manager of his choice.
No idea what the manager told her husband the next day, but she turned sullen and resentful overnight and stayed that way permanently. 2 of her juniors had to be removed from her team bcs they could not conceal their disapproval. Yet her fellow 7 managers rallied around her - all them openly professing that they would have felt compelled to comply if they had been 'chosen' instead.
Guess i was lucky the cousin didn't bat for the other side - shudder to think there was an outside chance i could have been on the dessert menu that night instead. Bcs the Massai warrior never allowed more than 8 men in her department of 100+.   

   

[mh]

Worked in the late 80's for a ruthless madam/wg in her 'cover' role as Croydon's Chief Housing Benefits Officer. (Don't dare mention her name in case the spooks are still watching. There was a determined effort at the time to hide the 'truth'.)

Do you think the spooks have no way of finding out who it was, or do you mean of course they know but would hunt you down if you reveal it here because they cleared up the mess?
 

You might be in more danger of libel proceedings (no matter how well founded you believe your info to be).

[fairfield]

Do you think the spooks have no way of finding out who it was, or do you mean of course they know but would hunt you down if you reveal it here because they cleared up the mess?
 

You might be in more danger of libel proceedings (no matter how well founded you believe your info to be).

Wouldn't be surprised if her name is on some internet trigger list and wouldn't like to invite any friendly/unfriendly visit.

But as for "libel" proceedings - bring them on. Still feel tainted nearly 30 years later by what i witnessed/was involved in (albeit on the fringes), and would love the chance in some part to set the official record straight. That madam corrupted absolutely everyone she came into contact with.
Punting is a walk in the park compared to working for that woman.

     

[cueball]

Wouldn't be surprised if her name is on some internet trigger list and wouldn't like to invite any friendly/unfriendly visit.

     

Was her name Jason Bourne? 

[Neal69]

Already had my first punt and had crapped myself for ages after that I had caught something ( All BB then). 

Thought "I will never do that again". Thought my knob would drop off. 

Was In Singapore and went into a bar that was dripping with hookers but as I said too scared to repeat the process.

After establishing that a punt was off the cards the girls relaxed and we actually had a great evening in their company having a good laugh and great banter.

I suppose this is where I got my soft spot for WG's, Tart with a heart and all that. 

It was many years later that I got into the punting scene here in the UK but still have respect for WG's who choose to make a living this way.

Probably why I still enjoy this hobby.

Just to add this was late 70's early 80's

N

[Jindybandy]

The curious chap The curious chap i am just started asking her random questions, longest booking, shortest booking,  most drug fueled booking etc etc. She was really open didn't "think" she was was chatting shit at the time think she was just chilling at the bar with me! Who knows!!? Talking about random stuff for ages until hotel security took her away!

After establishing that a punt was off the cards the girls relaxed and we actually had a great evening in their company having a good laugh and great banter.

I suppose this is where I got my soft spot for WG's, Tart with a heart and all that. 

Always wondered this - if you bumped into a wg who was just on a night out (not that I'd partake in such social gatherings being an anxiety stricken hermit) and she was a little tired/annoyed and just let slip she was a WG would she be expecting the usual first question of 'how much do you charge' they must always get. Would seasoned punters not actually on the lookout (hey, that must happen sometimes) be able to get the girl to relax more and have just a fun chat with someone? I'd imagine those non-punters on a night out who'd find out she was a wg would just immediately start steering the conversation to a business transaction, so the girls probably relax more when it doesn't?

[thor555]

hi jindybandy
Way back then my punting career consisted of 1 hand job for $100 which was a rip and that was  about 4 years before the said experience so not really a punter back then. I think it all depends on what you want. At that point in time all i wanted was a beer and chat to some random people. When she told me she was a wg i was just curious interested as i had never had a chance to speak to a WG so openly and freely and not wanting to bone her. Having a beer and chating to a random person ticketed a few non punting boxes.

[Scotpunter]

My first real life siting of a working girl was the same as Sedition. In Paris with a female companion. Just strolling the streets of Paris as a tourist does and there she was- A living, breathing over the hill stereotypical French tart. Think I was more shocked than my girlfriend was.

[Melfort212]

With my Dad in Glasgow walking about around 11pm on a Friday night looking for an off license to buy drinks when I was about 17. Woman was in a leopard skin coat asking would we like a good time.

[willie loman]

Forty years ago, walking through the suburbs of a French town, hitching somewhere, a middle aged housewife asked me, avez vous lheure.?

[Home Alone]

About 15 years ago I was approached in Manchester by a skinny, bedraggled girl - clearly a junkie - repeatedly asking me if I "wanted action" while hugging her shivering frame.

I was horrified and it put me off the concept of paying for sex for years.

When replying to Rockhead's post earlier, I should have added that if I'd seen any episodes of "Sex, Drugs & Murder: Life in the Red Light Zone." on BBC3 before I started punting, I too would have been put off becoming a punter; possibly for ever.

It's been totally depressing.

[Zeusthedoc]

a good few years ago, when i was much younger and impressionable, i went to one of the clubbing islands with some mates from school.

i got separated from them for a bit and whilst having a drink on my own, tipsy but not completely drunk, i got approached by two stunning blonde ladies who took an interest to me. being the young and niave lad that i was, i told them that i was waiting for my friends to return.

no way of knowing that they were WGs for sure. but i'm having a guess that they were.