'He had muscle…I couldn't sleep a wink all night…'; this former prostitute opens up about what made her run away from the job<

There are many girls of joy who do not hide their pleasure in giving themselves to men. But some end up regretting it bitterly.

In an interview conducted by the Togonyigba site, a young lady wanted to share her story with Internet users.

Good reading…

I was enjoying this life until I saw him treat his wife like a queen and me like shit the next hour.

I was only an “escort”, I will put it that way because the term “prostitute” is demeaning.

I started making myself available to wealthy and powerful men when I was 19. At my university, I had classmates who had done well in the field. They had absolutely everything; so I wanted to do it too.

It wasn't always easy, no it was never easy because you had to close your eyes to the worst imperfections and atrocities for money.

In one night, I could earn up to two million because these men who wanted me paid me by the hour. Most of them were foreigners who came to the country for seminars or other kinds of activities, but they were always either diplomats or politicians.

To excel there, it was necessary at some point to free oneself from any convention or good conscience and indulge in carnal pleasure and that of the crackling noise of banknotes.

At the same time, it was not an escort who wanted, but girls who were super neat and pleasant in every way. You will therefore understand that a large part of what I earned was reinvested in my physical appearance.

By dint of meeting beautiful people, I ended up making a good address book. But it was during a party organized by the country's authorities that I met this man.

I was always invited to these parties because there was a list of escorts who had to be there to satisfy these men and women, yes women because there were also lesbians.

During the evening, a man in a jacket came up to me and asked me to follow him.

In this job, you should not ask questions but simply follow the instructions. Discretion was key.

I got up and followed him to the elevators then, in front of the door of a presidential suite because the evening was taking place in a large hotel.

The man ushered me in, sat me down in the living room, served me champagne, and slipped away.

In the next room, I heard a man talking on the phone. He had a very calm voice, soft but very firm. About twenty minutes later, the man appeared in front of me.

Honestly, I had never met such a charming and neat man. He was tall, with beautiful features. He smelled good and had such nice manners.

He sat down across from me and asked me if I wanted anything else but my glass of champagne. I answered no. He asked me questions like, what was my name, what I did for a living...

Usually, very few men are interested in these things. What they want is to go straight to the point. We had talked for about thirty minutes, then he gave me an envelope and invited me to come back the next day at the same time.

The next day to my great surprise, it was a man who called me in his name and told me an address where to go. Once at the address indicated, I was greeted by an expatriate. He didn't even argue. He greeted me in the garden and asked me to follow him into a bedroom.

Once the door closed, he handed me an envelope and asked me to make myself comfortable.

Getting comfortable was a code to say get in condition for him.

An hour later, I was in a taxi, heading home with thoughts in my head.

" Who was this man ? And why had he sent me to another and not himself? ".

After that night, I had heard no more from her. Almost a month later, I got a call and it was him on the other end.

I was very surprised that he called me himself but the number was just private. This man never left me his phone number.

This time, when I saw him again, it was in another 5 star, large suite.

Again, nothing. We had discussed, he had asked me questions about my projects, my studies and after an hour, he had asked me if I could massage his back because he often felt pain in this precise place.

It was the very first time I had seen him shirtless and in addition to the charm, he had muscle.

I massaged his back and afterwards he got dressed and gave me an envelope for my transportation.

Well, nothing had happened yet again. I found this man so strange. He was extraordinarily soft but found the happy medium to be firm and cold.

After these episodes, I was often recontacted by his henchmen to satisfy his friends. Many. I wasn't complaining, I was doing my job and pocketing my money.

But I couldn't forget this man. He intrigued me so much.

Every time he came back to the country, he tried to meet me just to talk and after he left, I became again the prostitute he placed with his friends.

One evening, while I was at home, someone rang my doorbell. It was a face I had seen somewhere. When he introduced himself, he added:

My heart jumped. Sir, I knew who it was but how did he know my house and what was he doing there?

Intrigued, I got out and walked after this man who opened the door for me to sit in the back seat. It was a luxury car. Unheard of for me. The interior was cold and welcoming. He was there, sitting at the far end, a tablet in his hand. He was dressed in a bespoke suit cut to the finest of perfections. I had looked at every little detail down to the solitaire he had on his finger.

The driver got out of the vehicle and closed in on us.

He remained focused on the screen for a few moments, then put the device down and turned to me with a smile.

This compliment put me to shame, I only had a small bun and my smile for all makeup.

A few minutes later, I was in a vast but gigantic villa with swimming pool, tennis court and garden as far as the eye could see. I had never seen such a beautiful house. It was a private residence.

He asked me to follow him and put me in a living room within another living room. This house breathed luxury.

He returned dressed in lighter clothes, a linen shirt. He had such fine manners, this man. He invited me to the table. We had dinner, talked about everything and nothing, he was classical, he had told me about his musical tastes, animals, and a little about his work without going into details or revealing to me who he really was.

Late at night, he showed me around a room.

He was silent, stared at me for a moment, then put his hand on my arm and bade me goodnight.

I didn't sleep a wink all night, for fear of being in the mesh of a ritualist.

I fell asleep around 5 o'clock in the morning but at 7 o'clock already, I heard noise. I got out of bed, went to the shower and went down to the living room.

I found it with its back turned in front of the dishwasher? Apparently he was cooking. Sensing my presence, he turned to me.

We had lunch in peace, he had read the pile of newspapers on the coffee table and then concentrated on me.

He suddenly looked at me with envy. I felt his eyes resting on my smallest details. I just wanted him to kiss me and that's what he did. I melted like ice cream. I abandoned myself to him, I wanted it and I didn't want to think about what was next.

For once, I didn't want to see the man I had in front of me as a client but as a man, a lover, a sensual person.

The kiss was so real you would have thought he was in love with me; but suddenly he pushed me away quickly, stood up and invited me to put my things away and go home.

– The driver will accompany you. Thank you for coming. Take care of yourself.

With these words, he slipped away.

I didn't see him again until I left the house and in an envelope in the back seat, exactly where he sat the day before, 1500 Euros… I didn't understand why he was doing this.

The following weeks, I was still contacted for parties… I was just the pretty escort as always but I couldn't think of another man than him.

I became in love and dependent on him. As soon as I saw a private number on my phone, I jumped, but it wasn't him.

During a big closing party for a forum, an evening to which I had been admitted as an escort and hostess, something happened that marked me forever.

I was welcoming the guests when a man and a woman came towards me. I recognized him immediately and my heart pounded hard. The woman was clinging to his arm and smiling at everyone. She was so beautiful, tall and refined. She looked like a beauty queen but the particularity, she almost hid a pregnancy under her little red dress which perfectly matched her ebony complexion. She was a goddess.

When they reached me, I welcomed them and handed them a brochure, but God knows I was shaking with all my might. My throat knotted, I just wanted to cry.

That was the lesson of life. He had just passed me like a vulgar person and presented his wife so perfect to everyone...

I felt a strong twinge in my heart. I understood… Seeing a man whom I found so perfect, with another woman whom he adored so much and whom he presented to everyone as his wife, the mother of his children, his partner and love, broke my heart.

Didn't I deserve these honors too? Should I just be the girl we pay to sleep with? And this until when?

No, there was no respect in this life. It was prostitution plain and simple.

I had seen it, I had lived disgusting things for money and this money for which I lost my dignity had never brought it to me.

This man had given me no looks during this evening. I had been placed with a man, I apologized for headaches and came home crying all the tears in my body.

It was too much treatment. I don't know if I should blame him or blame myself, but one thing was certain, I wanted it to stop.

I remembered the kiss and thought to myself that maybe he felt something for me… For that, I had to work on my person in order to become the respectable woman full of qualities that a man would have been proud to present. .

This is how I got out of prostitution. You will ask me if I had seen this man again, yes I saw him again, the following year.

Several times, he had tried to place me again with his friends but I had categorically refused. These refusals may have intrigued him. He had come to my house and asked me what I was up to. As a young businesswoman, I had resumed my studies in evening classes and had totally hung up on my life before.

He smiled and handed me his business card and private number. It was the first time he gave me his real contacts.

This is how this man ended up becoming my mentor in entrepreneurship and my great friend and brother.

To my question of why he placed me with other men and not him, he answered me this:

I wanted to help you get out of this life. You deserve so much better. Moreover I am a man in love with his wife. And thanks to you I stayed focused in my couple.