Adult Season Part 5: Jessica's story

Let's take a little break from the CHC saga and go back to our adult season. It took me a while to track her down as she is a friend of a friend but I have finally managed to speak to her. Meet Jessica, a high class escort. Her story fascinated me and if you've liked Fifty Shades of Grey, you're going to love this interview. Given the recent interest in Singapore about seemingly respectable members of the public using the services of a 17 year old prostitute, this story does explain a bit about how such men end up in this situation.

Limpeh: Jessica, thanks for taking the time to talk to me today.

Jessica: My pleasure. What would you like to know?

Limpeh: Well, for starters, can you describe what you do to my readers?

Jessica: I am a top end escort but I am more than just an escort, I am more like a mistress/lover - I have a very exclusive clientèle. Unlike prostitutes who service different men every night, I tend to do repeat business with a handful of regulars, I spend time with my clients when they have free time - it could be for an evening, a night, a weekend, a week or just 30 minutes - it's up to them and whether it's a hurried 30 minutes or 3 days, I make sure every moment is magical and they enjoy themselves.

Limpeh: What do you do with them?

Jessica offers dates - not just sex. 

Jessica: It's more than just sex, if that's what you're implying. If they want sex, they can go visit any prostitute and get laid for a fraction of what they're paying me. It is the experience of being with a woman who can give them what they want, it goes beyond sex, way beyond sex. They let me know how much time they have and I plan the evening down to the last detail - as if I am taking them on a special date and I know where the best restaurants are, where to have a good time, which bar to go to, where is the most romantic spot but it really depends on what the client wants. It's not like the kind of dirty experience one expects from visiting a cheap whore - with me, it's like going on your prom date, it's the excitement of going on your first date with that girl you've been dying to ask out for months. I will look immaculate and I make it special for them - it's not cheap but you get what you pay for.

Limpeh: What kind of requests do you get?

Jessica: All kinds, but typically, I deal with older men, usually around 45 to 55 - so they are old enough to be earning enough money to afford someone like me, but young enough to still crave adventure and good sex. I would spend time talking to them, getting to understand their desires, their dreams and each date is custom made to suit their tastes. So for example, if it's an older man worried about his image because he is getting fat and he is losing his hair, I would arrange for us to go to a bar where I will pre-arrange for other beautiful women to chat him up and seduce him, flatter his ego.

Oh and there was this guy who had just lost a lot of money on the stock market and he was feeling unlucky. So I arranged for him to bump into a friend of mine who would deliberately lose to him in a game of cards. I was being paid £500 for that date and I agreed that my friend would lose about £300 and I had to pay her £150 for around 30 minutes of her time - like all she had to do was deliberately lose, declare that she cannot win against a lucky man and leave. I barely broke even on that date but the guy genuinely thought I brought him luck and would reverse his fortune. From then on, if he was in town for business, he would always arrange a date with me as he actually believes that I can bring him luck and help seal the deal with his important clients. When you believe you are lucky because you have some good luck charm, you always perform better. He just needed that card game I arranged.

"Oh you win again, I can't win against a lucky man."

Limpeh: Is the client aware that it is a set up?

Jessica: Not always... Sometimes - but he is always happy to go along with it. It's just like when you go to a theatre and you see an actor in a costume on stage, you don't say "that's a man in a period costume pretending to be Hamlet" - no, you have paid good money to be entertained and for that show, you allow yourself to believe that the actor on stage is Hamlet or whatever character he is acting. The client is paying good money for a show in this case, a very private show. He knows I am playing a part to and he knows I do it well.

Limpeh: I don't get it - surely if these men are rich, then they can easily attract women who are after a sugar daddy anyway.

Jessica: Yes, but it's not always so straightforward. For example, if they are married, then they are not used to chatting up beautiful strangers - that can be intimidating for them. Or quite simply, they are working hard and when they have say one hour free, they have the money to pay to guarantee good results which I can arrange and deliver whatever he wants and leave nothing to chance. These men don't want to waste their one free hour hanging around a bar trying chat up strangers who may just tell them, "leave me alone you strange old man". These men have money, not time and they have desires - so they give me the money and I make sure they get what they want.

 Jessica will plan a custom made date for you at the right price. 

Let me tell you about one of my regulars. I'll call him Mr North as he is from the North of England. Now Mr North is married with three children - he is from a very rich family and he married a woman who is from a similarly privileged background. She is a real bitch - demanding, hard to please, doesn't care about him, spends a lot of his money and he doesn't even like her. But for the children, they are staying together and they lead quite separate lives with him coming down to London a lot for business whilst she stays in the family home up north with the children.

I remember once I helped him pick out a birthday gift for her - he spent over £20,000 (S$40,000) on this diamond necklace for her and she didn't show any appreciation. You must understand, this woman probably got her first diamond as a baby and to her, it's just another piece of costume jewellery. She wasn't impressed and it is crushing to a man's ego when his wife reacts like that. He spends that much money to impress her and she barely bats an eyelid. Now I know what Mr North needs, he wants to know that he can impress a woman - so I allow him to impress me. I know how to squeal like a little girl on Christmas morning and do my little dance for him. And I'm not some rich woman from a privileged family - I am genuinely impressed when he spends money on him so it's not an act. He gets the satisfaction in knowing he can impress me and in return, I allow him to spend a lot of money on me. It's a win-win situation.

Limpeh: How did you meet Mr North?

Jessica: Interesting story as he was the whole reason I got into this in the first place. I wasn't an escort then. I was working in a very exclusive golf club resort & spa venue in the Cotswolds. The rich people come for a few days of relaxation - the men can play golf whilst the women go for spa treatments, there are great restaurants, wonderful facilities, gorgeous suites and a weekend there could be several thousand pounds. The staff there did a range of roles - I provided spa treatments for these women but I also did a lot of admin work at the spa clinic's office as well. It wasn't the most exciting job but I was fresh out of school, I didn't go to university. I needed a job and that place was gorgeous. I felt lucky just to be able to work there - most of the staff lived on site, we had decent living quarters, we were well fed and the money was decent.

Mr and Mrs North visited the spa regularly - I would regularly give Mrs North spa treatments. Despite having worked on all parts of her body for many months, she didn't even look me in the eye once or know my name. I was just the servant girl in her eyes, I was to provide the spa treatment without saying more than words like, "could you turn over please" and "allow me to get you a towel". Mrs North had nothing to say to someone like me, she would either chat to the other rich women getting spa treatments or just shut her eyes during the treatment. Whenever I saw her in the hotel, I would say, "Good morning Mrs North" as if I was a schoolgirl back in school, meeting a teacher and she would usually ignore me. Sometimes she would give me a nod when she was feeling generous, but I don't even think that she remembers me as the spa treatment girl.

Anyway, that's how I learnt to recognize Mr North as I saw them together a few times in the hotel. Then one day, Mr North turned up for golf without Mrs North and I said good morning to him and he was like, "oh hello, good morning how are you?" I was surprised how friendly he was, so I told him that I have given his wife spa treatments and he said that she was spending the weekend with her sister instead. I joked that he should come for a spa treatment after golf and he said, "You're on, I will come by around 6 pm today."

I wasn't thinking of seducing him at all - I get a small commission of about £5 (S$10) on every spa treatment I sell, that's how they get the staff to encourage the guests to come for more treatments. I was only thinking of that £5 when I asked him to come to the spa, I do that with every guest I chat to. I waited till about 6:30 pm and thought he was not going to come, then he showed up and by then we were the last two people left. He didn't know what spa package to go for I sold him an deluxe package which would take a whole hour.

Anyway, it wasn't long before he got frisky and laid his hands on me. I let him. Why? I don't know - it felt right. He didn't mention money. I was feeling lonely and so was he, so it was a mutually satisfying moment when we each got something out of it. He wasn't bad looking either - I could tell that he probably was quite hot when he was in his 20s and 30s but now he had a head full of grey and white hair, was getting a bit fat but a handsome face was a handsome face. He was an extremely caring lover as well and it just felt surreal, knowing that he was shagging me on the same spa table where I had given his wife treatments so many times before. I guessed he probably tried this with many other younger women but I didn't care.

Jessica doesn't want to work in a spa any more. 

After we were done, he paid me for the spa treatment and offered extra for the sex. I remember saying, "I don't know... I can't put that into the till, I don't know what to press on the machine." We both laughed. He folded the notes and slipped it into my pocket, I understood what that meant. I thought, okay, that was fun, now I have to clean up - then he asked me out for dinner and I told him that I really couldn't in the hotel - staff and guests dining together was against the rules and I could get the sack for that. So he said fine, meet me outside in the carpark in 20 minutes, we'll drive out and eat somewhere.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into but I was feeling low and bored at that time, so I thought, what the hell. I picked out my nicest dress and was in the carpark within 15 minutes, hoping none of the other staff would spot me. I even hid behind some trees until I saw Mr North get into his car, then I ran across the carpark, almost tripping in my heels and got into his car. You know I was so nervous I pulled my hair over my face until we were out of the country club grounds, making a complete mess of my hair! I must've looked like a total wreck. We drove out to this small town called Great Milton near Chippinghurst and he asked me, "Is this place okay? Can we go to this restaurant?"

It was this place with a pretentious French name Le Manoir aux Quat' Saisons - I had never ever been to anywhere so exclusive in my life before. I knew of the place as it wasn't too far from the golf course and I knew that the guests from the hotel went there sometimes. I just kept thinking, I am actually sitting in the same car seat where his wife would normally sit, how bizarre is that. It was only when I got out of his car that I realized that I had been sitting in a beautiful new Mercedes Benz F700.

I am guessing Jessica's dinner was nicer than this?

Limpeh: Can you remember what you ate, what you did at that restaurant?

Jessica: I had a mixed seafood dish of some sort and a salad, but what I do remember was the way the staff treated me. They were so nice to me, went out of their way to make sure that I had everything I wanted. I dropped my spoon on the floor when we were having desert and this waiter race over and picked it up and said, "I'm so sorry I'd get you a new one." And I was like, "Why are you sorry? I was the clumsy klutz who dropped it, not you." I laughed at my own joke but that poor waiter was just confused and nervous at the same time.

He returned with a new spoon for me and apologized again and then that's when I thought, wow, that's what it is like to be on the other side of the equation, to be like one of those rich bitches I gave spa treatments to. I realized at that moment, as I looked at that poor waiter sheepishly retreating away from my table, I realized I didn't want to be the silent girl in the spa room waxing Mrs North's hairy armpits any more. No, I want to be the rich bitch who gets treated like a VIP just because I have the luxury of paying for that kind of service. I wanted to be the next Mrs North.

Ooops, where did that spoon go?

At the hotel, we were taught one golden rule about engaging with guests. When you ask them how they are, you must let them talk - pretend to be really interested in what they are doing and express empathy. And if they turn around and ask you how you are, the standard reply is, "I'm fine thank you." Do not talk about yourself, you're not important, you're a fucking nobody, your life is not interesting and you're far more interested in the guest. So that was the rule I applied when I talked to Mr North - I just asked him polite questions and allowed him to talk about whatever he wanted to talk about and I appeared interested in anything he said. I think he mostly talked about some exotic places he has played golf and whilst I worked at a golf and country club, I couldn't be less interested in golf. But still, I smiled and pretended to be very interested and listened to everything he said. He also talked about some nice hotels he stayed at in America and Asia, at least that was a bit less boring.

Then he asked me a point blank question, "What do you think about my wife?"

I went into panic mode, I didn't answer the question! I desperately tried to remember what spa treatments she liked and started listing them one by one, as this was the kind of test our manager would subject us to. We were meant to remember the clients' favourite treatments so that's all I could say. He then looked at me like, "What?" And I had to say, "I'm sorry, I am not allowed to speak to your wife if I may be honest, I just give her the spa treatments."

He then started telling me what a fat, ugly, nasty bitch she was, how she drives him up the wall and he was going on about how they had an argument earlier in the week, that's why she's at her sister's that weekend and he was golfing without her. Strangely enough, I actually found it funny - but I didn't allow myself to laugh. All part of the training from the hotel, we bottle up our emotions. We don't even laugh when we find something funny lest it may offend the guest. I have thought all those things about the many rich bitches whom I have served at the spa but it was just funny to hear Mr North say all those things out aloud for the first time.

Hands up those of you who bottle up your feelings?

It was then that I tweaked that he wasn't really the kind of man who would chase skirts and what he did with me that day was quite out of his character as he was without his wife that day. He actually apologized for what he did and I had to remind him that I'm a big girl and nobody was going to get into my skirt without my permission. I saw this certain vulnerability in him and that was when I think we both relaxed a little. He had been trying to impress me and I was still very much in work mode with him.

As we drove back to the golf club, I asked him to come back to the spa the next day but he said that he had to leave early the next morning to go back to London. I asked him if he could drop me off by the main gate and let me walk into the staff quarters, rather than the main carpark. He then pulled into a quiet little country lane and asked me if he could kiss me goodnight there. So we did, passionately. I wanted to do it again and he said, "I don't have any condoms with me." And I told him that there were plenty of things two adults could do for fun without it being penetrative sex. It suffices to say that by the time we got back on the road, he said, "I've not done something like that since I was about 19." That's when I knew what I brought to him - I was 19 then and being with him made him feel young again.

I gave him my number and he said, "Please understand you cannot call or text me - I will text you the next time I come to the golf club." I then realized yeah I'm the young girl on the side from now on, but I didn't mind. I was young and wasn't looking for a relationship then. It was only when I got back to my room and looked at the bunch of folded notes in my uniform that I realized that Mr North had given me £500 (S$1000) earlier - it was much more than what I made in a week. I thought it would be around £100 or £150 but I wasn't expecting that much.

Money, money, money...

Limpeh: So when did you see him again? Did you see him often?

Jessica: Not that often to be honest, he often came with his wife and I would pretend that I didn't know him if I see them in the hotel.

Limpeh: Did that hurt?

Jessica: What do you mean?

Limpeh: You know, to have to pretend you didn't know him despite being intimate with him.

Jessica: (Laughs) Stop stop stop, back up, rewind. You've made an assumption that I actually was in love with Mr North - I am not, never was. Don't get me wrong, I like the guy, but he's old enough to be my dad and we have very good times together but I don't think we have enough in common to ever be in love properly.

Limpeh: Okay, sorry. My bad.

Jessica's heart was never broken.

Jessica: No it's fine, maybe I'm not being clear enough - he's a very nice person and I am able to give him something he needs and I love the money he gives me, but I don't ever see me being romantically or emotionally involved with someone like that. He's just too old for me and I can imagine young women getting very hurt if they allow their emotions to rule their heads like that. No, it's just work - I think my experience working in that hotel has conditioned my head to deal with things like that.

Since that started, I began to open my eyes to these other couples in the hotel. I can spot the husbands who will never cheat on their wives and the ones who do it routinely. The next guy I did was this guy - similar to Mr North, let's call him Mr Two as he was the second one. Very much the same situation - nice guy, getting old, nasty bitch wife who is getting ever more bitter and twisted as time goes by. You see, it seems to be tradition that these rich men marry a woman from an equally privileged background, that's what the parents want - but they don't realize that these rich brides will turn out to be such nasty pieces of work as they get older. 

Limpeh: So you put the blame on the wives that these men play around?

Yes I shall bring you your tea right away Mrs North...

Jessica: Hmmmm. Partly. Mrs North and Mrs Two were very similar, I have observed them talking to each other in the spa treatment room - oh they complain about how their stressed they are about not being able to find the right dress or how it is so hard is to get the perfect white wine. I swear these women are so rich they probably haven't even made a cup of tea in twenty years - they roll out of bed in the morning and the servants bring them their breakfast. They are unbearable ugly rich bitches who hate everyone. Mr Two was very generous too - in fact Mr Two and Mr North even played golf together sometimes, but they don't know that they are both seeing me. I am very discrete. I knew whom to approach, when to approach them, how to approach them, how to get what I want.

Limpeh: How do you feel when you see Mrs North and Mrs Two, knowing you're sleeping with their husbands?

Jessica: People like Mrs North and Mrs Two are nasty. Fucking evil. There was this new girl once who didn't perform a spa treatment to their satisfaction. They screamed at her, called her such vile names and the young girl who was like 18 started crying. The manager came in and promised Mrs North and Mrs Two a full refund plus free treatments and they were still not satisfied and then the manager said, "I feel so bad, what can I do to put this right?" Mrs Two said, "You can fire that stupid cow now." And Mrs North agreed, "Yes, fire her and we'll be happy. It's not about the money, she can't do her job, you need to fire her now" As that new girl was still on probation, she got fired - on the spot.

The manager then ordered me to give Mrs Two whatever treatment she wanted. I was both angry and nervous at the same time, my hands were shaking and she grabbed me by the collar and she said, "I see your hands shaking you stupid cow, if you fuck this up like that other useless bitch, I will have you fired too, do you understand?" I was petrified, I have had rude clients before but no one has ever got physical with me like this before. I was too shocked to even say anything and before I knew it, Mrs Two pushed me away and I fell against the table. The manager saw all that and pretended he didn't see anything.

Limpeh: What? Really?!

Take that!

Jessica: Yup, Mrs Two threw me against the table and I fell, hard. You see, I'm not very tall and Mrs Two is a big woman, she pushed me over with all her might. Then I heard Mrs North say, "That stupid cow has fallen over. Get up you stupid cow!" They were both laughing at me as I was bleeding from my nose. Mrs Two then said if I didn't get up at once she was going to kick me like a dog. I struggled up, I didn't cry but could see that both these women were taking great joy in seeing me in this state. They were pure evil. It was only the thought that I was fucking her husband that kept me going - but after that, I knew my days there were numbered. I was just using the hotel as a place to pick rich men up and I stepped up the game - I would put on more make up, do my hair every day before work to make sure I looked my very best. I took it up a notch, game on!

Limpeh: I am very sorry to hear that you were treated that way, nobody deserves to be treated like that.

Jessica: Do you know about the play "An Inspector Calls?"

Limpeh: Yes, very well. I did write about it in another one of my blog posts.

Jessica: I didn't want to end up like that woman who killed herself after she was used by all those rich people. You know I hate it when I watch those very dated movies from like the 1970s when there are those weak, useless women who just cry whenever the get into trouble? I fucking hate it. Hate it so much. I don't want to be one of those useless stupid bitches who only know how to cry when faced with trouble in life. I was angry with Mrs Two pushes me over like that, but I then went to Mr Two and told categorically that he needed to make things right or else.

Mr Two knew how to make things right.

He apologized profusely, told me he knew his wife was a nasty piece of work - he had to pay the nanny a very big bribe not to go to the police a few years ago. His wife accused the nanny of stealing some expensive jewellery, the nanny denied it and the wife got angry and beat the nanny up. It turned out that Mrs Two had simply kept it in a different jewellery box and the nanny was of course innocent, but Mrs Two refused to apologize. The nanny was ready to go to the police when Mr Two had to write her a very big cheque to stop her from doing so - as the Romanian nanny was poor, she took the bribe. That's the kind of person Mrs Two was, rich people like her think they can do anything they want to the people who work for them.

So I asked him, "how much did you have to pay the nanny?" He paid her £10,000 and her air ticket back to Romania. I said to him, well I want more than that - I claimed that both Mrs Two and Mrs North had ganged up on me, ripping my uniform off me and humiliating me in the most vile manner. I cried real tears as I painted a really nasty scene, verging on lesbian rape - I told him Mrs Two took one of the pumice stones which I used for skin treatments and shoved it up my vagina, causing internal bleeding.

Limpeh: Did you feel bad about exaggerating those allegations? After all, yes she threw you against a table but she didn't violate you sexually.

Is there anyone innocent left apart from the Romanian nanny?

Jessica: No. Of course not. I did what I had to do. My only concern was whether or not he would believe me, but Mr Two held his face in his palms and was silent for a long time. He then said, "I knew she was mean to the nanny, I had no idea she was this cruel. I am so sorry. I knew it was going on behind my back but I didn't think it was that bad." He actually believed every word I said. I'm that good an actress - he actually started crying at that point. For some reason he thought that his wife abused his former nanny the same way and he became overcome with guilt for not having intervened back then - so for some reason, he decided to make amends by giving me more money, the money he would've given the nanny. I knew nothing of that Romanian nanny case before that, so if his imagination was going to run wild and make assumptions, hey I wasn't going to stop him.

I know I'm no angel, but I got a lot of money out of Mr Two that day. A lot more than the nanny did. The silly Romanian girl accepted £10,000 as it was more money than she had ever seen all her life. Like she probably thought she could build a whole house with £10,000 in Romania. When someone offers you £10,000 you don't say 'thank you', you scream and cry and say, "that's not enough damnit! I deserve more!"

Blood money, blackmail...

Limpeh: That's blackmail, isn't it?

Jessica: Call it what you like - blood money, blackmail - he could afford it, the guy is so ridiculously rich. And he gave it willingly - the guy wasn't getting any loving from that monster wife of his anyway, so he grew increasingly fond of me over time and I knew how to turn him against his wife. You see, I can be scheming and manipulative as well - if you're dumb and naive, you end up like one of those stupid bitches who only know how to cry when they get into trouble and then kill themselves. If you're scheming and manipulative, you get the rich men. I became really good at identifying rich men and having my wicked way with them. It's a living.

Limpeh: So you use the hotel primarily to make your contacts, to find these men?

"Good morning Mr North..."

Jessica: Sure, but it kinda got silly because I was spending so much time performing these stupid spa treatments and getting paid so little for it, but I was making so much more money with these men. It got to the point when I thought, why am I even working at the spa any more? The money is crap, I hated the work and at that stage, I had met enough men to keep me very comfortable financially.

Besides, it was getting complicated at the hotel given that I was running into all these men with their wives all the time - you know, when you're on a golf course in the Cotsworlds, it's a very small world as everyone is in that same building and it can feel claustrophobic. I needed to get out, I needed to move to London - so I resigned, got me a nice flat in near Angel tube station and off I went to London.

The only thing I regret was this guy called Emmanuel, we called him Manny. He was a nice guy - he worked in the hotel, we had some chemistry, he was incredibly handsome. We had good fun together but I realized that if I became his girlfriend, it would mean us working side by side for the rest of our lives in that hotel and I didn't want that. I wanted to get out. You know, we're still friends on Facebook and he's met someone else now and it looks like they're going to get married soon. I miss him but that's the choices one makes in life you know. Manny worked at the front desk and he was the guy who drove the guests around - if the rich bitches got bored and wanted to go shopping, he would take them shopping, things like that. But that's not the kind of job that would get him rich - I once talked about leaving the hotel with him and he was like, "What are you talking about Jess? We have everything we need here - we have work, we are well fed, we have a food over our heads, what more do you want?" I wanted more, so I had to go to London.

Limpeh: Do you miss Manny?

Jessica: Of course I do. I think about him... I liked his boyish charms - but I need a man, not a boy.

Limpeh: So what was London like for you? Did you try to get a job here?

Jessica yearned for London.

Jessica: I was from a small town in the Midlands so London was always fascinating for me, I remember what it was like to visit as a student with my parents and I always thought, one day I'd move here and be a Londoner. I told my various clients I was moving to London and most of them had some kind of connection to London anyway so they took care of me. It was convenient for them that I had a pad in town, so they could come and visit me any time.

Limpeh: So did you stick to the small number of clients you have or are you always on the look out for more?

Jessica: I am always on the look out for more as you never know what life may bring. There was this guy - let's call him Mr Red as he likes red wine. Half Norwegian, half Hungarian - nice combination. Married with kids, like all the others. We had a good time, he was nice, kinky guy. Oh the tales I can tell you about the things we got up to together, we had some amazing dates. He was very generous too, bought me nice gifts, left me generous tips. He even took me on trips to places like Rome, Paris, Amsterdam, Madrid and Oslo. And then he disappeared. Stopped texting me or contacting me - and I've tried texting him a few times but no reply. No explanation, nothing. And I'm like fine, it's a shame you don't wanna see me any more but life goes on. I will move on and deal with it.

Limpeh: How many Mr Reds have there been?

Red red wine...

Jessica: Quite a few. I don't think it's anything mysterious - maybe he got caught by his wife or hit by a bus but he probably just met another woman. Yeah he'd probably gotten tired of me and have moved on. It happens in our game. Though some men like Mr North and Mr Two have been very good to me and in return, as I get to know them better, I improve the quality of my service.

Limpeh: How? Can you give me an example?

Jessica: Okay, I know for that one of my regular clients is has a good job a big insurance firm. Let's call him Mr Stressed as he is always very stressed. He's pretty senior but he has a boss who has a boss - and they're all very stressed, trying to deal with this layer cake hierarchy and each level always passes the heat onto the next level below. He spends all day with so many responsibilities then when he gets home, his wife wants his attention, his children want his help with all kind of things and his wife says, "go be a father to your kids, you've not seen them all day". So sometimes all he wants is to relax entirely and let someone take over, revert back to that child like state.

When he is in that mood, he would arrange for a baby sitter date. He would come to my place and he would be like a child. He would act like a very young child, I would feed him baby food, read him books, we would watch children's TV programmes - he would laugh like an idiot at the most inane stupid children TV programmes. If he is a naughty boy, like if he eats too many chocolates, I would spank him and he would cry - he always cries, it's all part of it. Men aren't allowed to cry but babies cry all the time. He is in that state with no inhibitions, no responsibilities and I am totally in charge.

Limpeh: Yeah I've heard about people like that - I think the term is adult babies. But it isn't sexual is it?

Jessica: It depends. It doesn't have to be, or it could be. For example, I would always bathe him as part of the play date and I would give him a handjob if he is hard but probably not much more than that. It's not penetrative. Sometimes I would dry-breastfeed him and he would suck on my tits like a baby even though I obviously have no milk - but that's not sexual in any way. It is physical but not sexual. Sometimes he even wears adult diapers - so yeah he wants to be in that state were he doesn't even have responsibility over his bowel movements.

Limpeh: How long is each baby sitter's date and how much do you charge him.

Jessica: Depends - usually at least 2 or 3 hours. I start from £500, plus expenses - I have a cupboard full of baby stuff, you'd think I have a baby of my own if you came to my flat!

Limpeh: Wow. So where do you find these men?

Jessica: There are a couple of bars I hang out in, mostly in the City. Hotel bars are particularly good as you get these businessmen who fly in, fly out. I would turn up at 10 pm or so and spot the men who are looking depressed and vulnerable - those who have no one to go home to and I would chat to them. Especially those having a mid-life crisis, perfect. Within a few minutes, I can probably evaluate if he would be a customer or not. If he isn't, then I would make an excuse and say, "Oh I have to meet my friend Jane at the station in ten minutes, I have to dash, sorry." In my game, it is quality not quantity. Fewer clients for more money.

Jessica's 'office'

Limpeh: I just have to ask this: have you ever met a man whom you thought, eugh you're disgusting but you're rich...?

Jessica: Not really. Let me be honest, not all the men I meet are good looking and none of them are under 45 - but I have limits. Men under 40 probably still think they can pull a girl like me without paying good money, they are a waste of time. I wouldn't do anyone fat, I wouldn't do anyone with facial hair - sorry, I just hate beards and moustaches so much. A common whore would be less picky about her punters, but I am very selective. I'm pro-active, I don't just sit back and wait for men to come to me - I hunt down the right kind of men I am after and it's a very specific kind of man who will spend a lot of money on a girl like me.

Limpeh: I see the way you approach this - you spot a man's needs and you address it. You're like a therapist, a lifestyle therapist. You're really good at reading emotions, identifying a weakness and you prescribe a therapy, a remedy...

Jessica: Oh please. It's not that hard really. You know, men like Mr North, Mr Two, Mr Red, Mr Stressed are so fucking miserable - yes they're all very rich but fuck they're miserable. You would have to be an idiot to be oblivious as to how utterly miserable they are! If a man is happy, content, has a good wife, then I can't touch him - I'd leave him alone and move on to an easier target. I hunt down rich and miserable men having a mid-life crisis, they pay me and I make them less miserable. It's what I do. 

Limpeh: What do you do outside work? What's your social life like? 

Depressed? Frustrated? Unhappy? Call Jessica now. 

Jessica: (Long pause) I don't really have much of a social life outside work. I lead quite a lonely life I guess - I get to go to nice restaurants, expensive places when I am working. When I am not working, I just wanna laze around at home, have a lie in, watch crap on the telly, surf the internet, maybe go shopping, make a nice home cooked meal. I like having 'me' time, when I don't have to please others, when I can just be myself. Back at the hotel, we had dormitory style accommodation, you have no privacy whatsoever - I love living on my own, having my own space - the luxury of being able to fart in my own living room without apologizing to anyone! But it's not to say that I don't have any friends, just not many. I only really wanna be friends with people who are okay with what I do for a living, I really don't want to lie about what I do with my friends. I see the way my clients are all such miserable men because of their families and work and I'm kinda glad I am single and don't have the burden of a family or job like that. I don't see the point of having a good job and family when all they do is make you that miserable. These men are in such a mess I swear, they do what society expects of them, what their parents want them to do - they seem to be successful on the surface but how many people really understand just how utterly miserable and depressed they are? Heck, most of them hate their wives so much, but they'll never admit that to anyone, except me. 

Limpeh: Have you ever thought about the future? Could you go on doing this indefinitely?

Jessica: I don't know to be honest. One of my clients, he's good with money, he has set up a few things for me to create a little nest egg - I am always dealing in cash so officially I am unemployed but he makes sure I am able to squirrel money away without making the tax man think, hang on a second, you're supposedly unemployed but where's all this money coming from? I used to just spend it all - clothes, shoes, restaurants, going out, holidays - so there's no questions asked about me having an income - but thanks to him, I've started saving for my future.

I like having money - can't imagine going back to working in a hotel or a spa again. Man it's nice being rich, I can afford nice things for myself. I so don't wanna be poor again! Yeah I have a good life now... I would love to be able to marry someone like Mr North and then spend the rest of my life being his good wife, but I don't know if that is ever going to happen. Men like Mr North marry women like Mrs North, then spend the rest of their lives regretting that mistake and then they have an affair with someone like me.

Limpeh: Do you think Mr North would be happier if he had married you?

Jessica: Oh definitely. No question about that, much happier. But no, he will never marry me as I come from a humble, poor ordinary working class family.

Limpeh: But look at you - you're intelligent, you're eloquent, you're very beautiful - what is there not to like?

Can you love a woman like Jessica?

Jessica: Yes, but I'm not posh. I may be smart but I can only get men like Manny interested in me, whilst Mr North would never want to marry someone like me. Such is life, what can you do? Let's see. I'm not in a bad position - I'm not some hooker being controlled by a pimp, having to serve many awful, ugly men a day. No, I'm in control, I guess with me the line blurs between being an escort and being a mistress and I don't care what label you wanna use with me. It doesn't matter. I have sex with rich men for money.

Limpeh: I guess a mistress kinda indicates that you are only seeing one man whilst an escort sees many men.

Jessica: I suppose. Well I don't care. Don't matter.

Limpeh: Would you like to settle down?

Jessica: (Pauses). Yes. One day. When the time is right, when I meet Mr Right. I still haven't found Mr Right yet. Do you know of anyone right for me?

Limpeh: I will have to think about it - but for now, thanks for sharing your fascinating story with me.

Jessica: Thank you.

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