A Path Less Travelled: My Unusual Path To Sex Work
I was ten years into a military career, working as an aircraft technician in the Air Force, when I decided it was time for a change. My job no longer challenged me in the way that it once had, and I was really starting to dread going to work. Even worse, I was tiring of the constant demands of military life. The world’s dynamic was beginning to shift, and I was finding my opinions to be more and more at odds with both the direction, and decisions being made by the Canadian Armed Forces.
So one Friday night after work, I decided to run an ad on backpage. I figured that I was 28, and I could either make my move then, or likely end up trapped in the military, fixing planes and helicopters for another ten years. Where that was the last thing I wanted, and working as an escort was something I’d honestly wanted to do since I was in my mid-teens I just said, 'fuck it'... and placed the ad.
I’m not sure if it was the 13” cock on my very first client, (I believe there are a few pieces of photographic evidence of this claim in my photos) or the $3100 I earned that weekend but the following Monday I staffed my release memo up the chain of command, for I knew I was finished being a Master Corporal. I’d found my dream job, and I was finally ready to become the whore I had always been... Only this time, in the professional sense!
With the military, I already had a salary which was nearing six-figures, so my motives were definitely not financial in any way. This was simply something I’d always dreamed of doing, and having been a major slut ever since having sex for the first time at age twelve... nothing was really going to change, other than I would get paid for it!
Three months later I was a free woman, (in the military/civilian sense, anyhow) I was granted an early release. Maybe the unusually expedient manner in which I was discharged had something to do with the fact that for those three months, I ran ads every day. I’d work my shift at the hangar, come home, post an ad and work until the wee hours. I kind of got the feeling that they knew and therefore just wanted me out of their hair before the wrong person became aware of my highly scandalous behaviour. There’s nothing worse than a Chief, or Wing Commander demanding reasons why they have been intentionally excluded from the office gossip loop... Nothing worse, indeed.
...that, and I don’t think my immediate superiors really wanted me to be thrown in jail either. Which was something which very well could have occurred, had one of the two before mentioned busybodies had of caught wind of my new career. :S
Well, that craziness was over six years ago. Somehow, everything worked out perfectly!
The two-year mark has thankfully passed where, under military law, I could have still been arrested, and forced back into a military capacity, for no other reason than to face my crimes against country and Queen, by way of Court Martial. Had that happened, I could have received up to two years in a military detention facility. But, it didn’t... So, we good!
I haven’t regretted my decision to leave the military or to become an escort for one second. All of the sex a girl could ever want, I’m my own boss, any day I want to be a day off, is a day off, and I earn about three times as much money as I did in the military, all for working a job which I don’t even consider to be work... How could a girl ask for more than that?!
Reading back over my post, all I can say is fuck... I had serious balls back when I was 28! ;)
So one Friday night after work, I decided to run an ad on backpage. I figured that I was 28, and I could either make my move then, or likely end up trapped in the military, fixing planes and helicopters for another ten years. Where that was the last thing I wanted, and working as an escort was something I’d honestly wanted to do since I was in my mid-teens I just said, 'fuck it'... and placed the ad.
I’m not sure if it was the 13” cock on my very first client, (I believe there are a few pieces of photographic evidence of this claim in my photos) or the $3100 I earned that weekend but the following Monday I staffed my release memo up the chain of command, for I knew I was finished being a Master Corporal. I’d found my dream job, and I was finally ready to become the whore I had always been... Only this time, in the professional sense!
With the military, I already had a salary which was nearing six-figures, so my motives were definitely not financial in any way. This was simply something I’d always dreamed of doing, and having been a major slut ever since having sex for the first time at age twelve... nothing was really going to change, other than I would get paid for it!
Three months later I was a free woman, (in the military/civilian sense, anyhow) I was granted an early release. Maybe the unusually expedient manner in which I was discharged had something to do with the fact that for those three months, I ran ads every day. I’d work my shift at the hangar, come home, post an ad and work until the wee hours. I kind of got the feeling that they knew and therefore just wanted me out of their hair before the wrong person became aware of my highly scandalous behaviour. There’s nothing worse than a Chief, or Wing Commander demanding reasons why they have been intentionally excluded from the office gossip loop... Nothing worse, indeed.
...that, and I don’t think my immediate superiors really wanted me to be thrown in jail either. Which was something which very well could have occurred, had one of the two before mentioned busybodies had of caught wind of my new career. :S
Well, that craziness was over six years ago. Somehow, everything worked out perfectly!
The two-year mark has thankfully passed where, under military law, I could have still been arrested, and forced back into a military capacity, for no other reason than to face my crimes against country and Queen, by way of Court Martial. Had that happened, I could have received up to two years in a military detention facility. But, it didn’t... So, we good!
I haven’t regretted my decision to leave the military or to become an escort for one second. All of the sex a girl could ever want, I’m my own boss, any day I want to be a day off, is a day off, and I earn about three times as much money as I did in the military, all for working a job which I don’t even consider to be work... How could a girl ask for more than that?!
Reading back over my post, all I can say is fuck... I had serious balls back when I was 28! ;)
7 年 前
