My Secret Life: Chapter One - Sex Stories

My Secret Life: Chapter One

... kind of time,” I said. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked. “Everything,” I said trying to hold back my tears. “We’re running out of money. I’m about to take a job waitressing at The Cheesecake Factory, but that won’t be enough to cover our rent. If nothing happens soon I’m going to have to move back to Minnesota.” She opened her purse, took out her checkbook and wrote me a check for $5,000. As she handed it to me she asked, “Will this help?” “I can’t take this,” I said wiping away the tears. “Why not?” she asked. “I don’t know when I’d be able to pay you back,” I said. “It’s not a loan,” she said. “Take it.” “Thank you,” I said as I took it from her. “You’re very welcome,” she said. “Have I ever told you I that I run a smaller boutique modeling agency on the side?” “No,” I answered. “I do,” she said. “It’s a little unconventional, but it helps young models like yourself earn the kind of money you won’t earn waitressing and because the hours are minimal you’ll still be able to take meetings and auditions.” “What kind of modeling?” I asked. “Let’s just say it’s more intimate in nature,” she answered. “Do you know what I mean?” Just because I was from a small town didn’t mean I was a naive hick. I grew up with internet. I watched exposes of hookers on MSNBC. My boyfriend and I would crack jokes about the ads in the back of L.A. Weekly. Now my agent was recruiting me to become one. “I don’t know if I can do that,” I said. “You’ll make $500 an appointment plus tips,” she said. I ...

... was conflicted. Jackson was the only man I’ve been with. While the relationship had gotten rocky I couldn’t see myself cheating on him and getting paid for it. “I have a boyfriend,” I said. “Can your boyfriend support you so you can go to auditions?” she asked. “No.” “Can your boyfriend afford to pay all the bills?” “No.” “If your boyfriend left could afford to keep your dream alive?” “No.” “If you took a job at The Cheesecake Factory could you make a minimum of $1500 a week?” “No.” “Why don’t you think about it? “Okay.” “I’m serious,” she said. “You can make a lot of money. Once your modeling career takes off you could make even more money doing this.” “Why would I need to do that?” “The name of the game is to make as much money as you can. The shelf life of a model is relatively a short one. Doing this will let you capitalize on that name so you can secure your future.” She then took out her phone. Took it to a website. Entered a password and showed me her escort agencies private site. As she scrolled through pictures of several familiar faces she said, “Our site is completely private. To access our listings each client is verified. We cater to a wide variety of clients from executives to royalty. If they are seen with any girl on the site there’s a 99.9% chance it was arranged by me.” I was in shock. I couldn’t believe some of the models that did this on the side. I knew there was a dark side to the modeling world. I knew at some point I might have to do something I wasn’t ...