I (46f) spent all four years of college (18-21) as a Craigslist escort from 1997-2001.

When I left for college, I went from a small town to a really big city with literally nothing but mounting student loans. I didn’t know anyone where I moved, no friends, no family. I was in a small shitty dorm after having lived in a big loving home my whole life. My parents financially helped out a bit but since they had already put my brother through school, I was left with most of the bill, the loans and all the newly appointed adult responsibilities I was never taught to be prepared for at the ripe old age of 18.

As I slowly grew accustomed to the college academic life, I was really afraid of opening up to people. The year prior I had been SA’d by someone I thought was the love of my life and his friends. So being intimate with anyone was the last thing on my mind. Hell, trusting ANYONE was statistically impossible, with the exception of my roommate Anisha.

Beautiful, tall, sexy light skinned Indian girl who I admired for her wit, intelligence, culture. She was a great student, always on top of her classes and didn’t party or date. But almost every weekend she’d go MIA from Friday night to early Monday morning. I never wanted to ask about it, it wasn’t my business. She didn’t go home for holidays but always seemed to be doing well, especially financially.

It wasn’t until spring break in our first year together that I decided to hang back and ask her about where she goes on the weekends and why she doesn’t go home for the holiday breaks.

At first she was very reserved about it, but I guess seeing that I was so inquisitive and financially struggling, she told me to come with her that coming weekend before spring break started.

Friday night rolled around and we take the train into the downtown city. She’s booked an expensive high end hotel suite. She still hasn’t told me anything and me being a dumb 18 year old, I was not even considering where this was going.

We settled in, got food. We had brought some booze with us from our dorm and took some shots. Ani gets a page on her pager (yes I am that old). She tells me to answer the door if anyone knocks as she was about to hop in the shower and get ready. I knew something was up.

About 15 minutes later a knock at the room door. 3 knocks and some tapping. I go to it and open it. On the other side is an older gentleman, silver fox status. He looks at me and says “you’re not Viv?”

Confused I’m thinking to myself like “who the fuck is viv” and then it clicks.

“She’s in the bathroom, she’ll be out in a bit”. He comes in cautiously. And takes off his jacket. I sit in the chair in the main room as Ani comes out, dressed sexy AF. She greets the man with affection and familiarity. She introduces me as Helena.

The silver fox asks Ani if I’ll be joining and she says no, I am just there to watch, if that’s okay. He agrees.

To my bewilderment, Ani and the Silver Fox make passionate love in front of me. Every position, sex act you could think of. I couldn’t help but be triggered by my assault. Watching them intently and then seeing images of what happened until, I realized I was getting soaking wet. something awoke in me.

Ani took his load deep inside her. They both cleaned up in the shower together.

As the silver fox left he touched my shoulder. I looked at him as my body was drenched in sweat dripping down between my tits. “Next time I’ll make sure to ask for the both of you”.

Ani came back with a wad of cash. Threw me a hundred and said he really enjoyed being watched.

Ani and I stayed roommates for all four years. And she taught me everything she knew and we had some really wild experiences together .

By the time we graduated college and finished my era as a high priced escort, my body count had been over 1000 men and women.

My first husband was originally one of my clients and we started dating a year after I moved on from the business.

My current (2nd) husband now thinks my past is the hottest thing on the planet. He and I occasionally seek couples and single women to continue to explore our sexual desires as a couple.

Granted this was a defining period in my life, I would never go back to that lifestyle. It took a long time to enjoy intimacy again before and after this experience. Partly because of my trauma when I was in high school and the trauma caused by more than a handful of terrible experiences as a working girl.

If I get enough interest, I’ll post about my first actual client.