Spring Break of my freshman year of college was transformative for this small town northwestern girl who had been dealing with sexual trauma and trust issues.

Anisha was a goddess to me. She was the pinnacle of confidence and I was hoping that her sense of self and sex would leak in to me and I could absorb it completely like a brand new sponge. Little did I know that thought would actually come true.

That week, Ani and I spent hopping from one high end hotel to the next every few days. As I learned you shouldn’t stay at one place too long when having multiple late nightly visitors. She had told me she got into this line of work well before anyone should consider it and it became a staple of how she was able to support herself. She came from a poor family, and she promised herself she’d do anything to be the first to go to college and become something. As she said the night the silver fox left, “Krishna gave her the looks, the ass and the tits, and she wanted to use them to better her life”. Me, growing up catholic, only had a limited understanding of polytheistic religions but in that moment, it didn’t matter. If you have it, use it; such a universal concept that as a naive teen, I hadn’t considered. I learned Ani wasn’t 18 but actually 20, and she had moved to Northern California to go to school after immigrating from India to Canada and then down to the US. She planned on going to med school and didn’t have any intention to stop until she got there.

During that week, I was a fly on the wall. Every suitor that came to see Ani (Viv as they knew her by) loved having an audience. Some of these men I would have never considered attractive but what they were hiding in their pants would make any girl wet. Ani was an instrument of their sexual desires, a sleeve for their bulging cocks, whether it was in her mouth, between her voluptuous ass or the pink of her sweet dripping pussy. I noticed she was selective of which men wore condoms, which ones she let cum deep in her and which ones she’d finish in her throat or on her face. Often times I sat back on a chair, my panties slid down to my ankles, vigorously rubbing my clit and caressing my tits as she moaned through the night being fucked by one huge cock after the other. Now they weren’t all big but the big ones left a lasting impression.

The only time I was intimate was with my former high school boyfriend and he, I learned quickly, was well below average. I wonder if that’s why he broke my trust and let his friends drug me into a fuck puppet on prom night.

I asked Ani at one point, how she chooses who to be with without protection. She said she never sees a new client without protection. Only repeat clients she’s seen more than a few times she’ll take the risk. It’s not something all girls do but she likes raw sex better. It’s why she insists on repeat clients than new ones.

“How the hell do you find these guys? Do you have like a pimp or something?”

Ani belly laughed at me. I was embarrassed but I really wanted to know.

We went to an Internet cafe (yes I am still that old). She showed me Craigslist, more importantly the personals. It was such a basic site I would never had considered it’d be a place to jump start such a lucrative side hustle. It had been new, only 2-3 years old at that point and really only catered to NorCal.

I remember sitting there, sipping a BAWLS energy drink, as the clacking of LAN boys playing their online games in the cafe surrounded us. That’s when Ani touched my arm and looked me in the eyes and said “we go back to class in two days, you ready to give it a try”?

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, remembering through blurred vision the boys who had mounted me one by one, pumping away while I couldn’t move. When I opened them again, I bit my lip, looked deep into Ani’s eyes and nodded.

She turned to the computer, logged in to her account and created my first Craigslist Escort post.