I spoke to a quite well-known WG recently who has been around for years. She told me that it was very very difficult to make money in London these days because:
(1) the rents to stay there per day are high.
(2) there is so much competition.
(3) there are so many cheap Romanians etc. who offer a crap service but do so for very little and snap up most of the punters who are not particularly discerning and just want a cheap P&D.
(4) When a Sergei rents a cheap house in London and stuffs it full of 5 or 6 Romanian WGs who will go all in (plus esstrasss bby) for £100 ph, there is no way independent WGs who need to hire hotel rooms etc. can easily compete with that, so the economics most often don't make sense.
Hence, it is more difficult to become a 'rich' WG in London these days.
I don't know whether anyone remembers "Suzanne"? She was a tall-ish blonde-haired Polish girl (about 23-24 at the time) who had a very basic flat just off North End Road (by West Ken station); it must be 5-6 years ago, but maybe even longer than that now (time flies!)...… anyhow, I was a regular of hers for a while, probably seeing her 10-12 times in total.
During that time I got to know her quite well (or as well as you can get to know a WG).
Her story was one of focus; which is why i'm posting it.
She didn't want to be a WG for any other reason than to generate a capital sum (I forget exactly how much but think it was circa £150,000), which would be sufficient to build the home of her dreams in her Polish hometown, fund the remainder of her degree (she was studying economics) ie to effectively set herself up for life.
By utilising her understanding of economics she struck her hourly rate at a level to attract punters, but meticulously controlling the numbers of working hours per day (largely by building up regulars) so as to avoid burn-out. She ran a very tight ship over her outgoings/overheads, again from memory I believe it took the first hours work per day to meet key overheads (rent, phone etc). I remember we used to joke when I stayed for a 2-hour session that I'd helped to fund a pile of bricks, or a window in her house....in short then she put in the research and executed a business plan that she stuck to.
The point is that she was true to her word; once she hit her target she was gone and so far as I know retired happily back to the real world.
The relevance to this post though is that we'd talk alot during our time together as my background is also in economics and I was intrigued by her focus/dedication to her business plan. We discussed "get rich WG's"; I (naively) pointed out that she could certainly charge more, see more punters, stay in the UK longer etc etc ie using her business brain and amazing body to become "rich". Her answer was that the business model would potentially become flawed by altering the variables, ie increase/decrease price may alter punter frequency which may in turn lead to change in service levels etc and the knock on effect that would have on reputaion, feeding back into the equation causing a downward spiral . Her view was that her working as a WG was a project and like all projects had a beginning, a process and an end; the end being when she had "enough".
I completely saw her point; her service was quite exceptional for those that enjoy GFE as she made you feel totally "wanted" from minute one to minute sixty (or in my case increasingly minute one twenty), she very cleverly spaced out her appointments aware that a lot of punters would want to extend time, so able to do so (if she wanted to) without fear of double booking etc.
So, did being an escort make her rich? Certainly not in £ terms, probably yes in Zloty terms - but more importantly she was rich in personality, common sense, business acumen and ultimately achieving her goals in life, which in my book beats a stack of money hands down.
I genuinely hope that for her escorting is but a distant memory, that she is enjoying her dream life in Poland.
In business (for me) I have met way too many people who don't know the meaning of the word "enough"; chasing the capitalist dream is for most destined to end in tears - knowing when to step off the rollercoaster and enjoy life is the key to happiness, not a mountain of cash.