This paid sex business requires some genuine first-hand facts. And I am. Still, it was a mixture of escort sex and rank stupidity that last week brought down New York Gov.
Eliot Spitzer. She traveled the world first-class meeting clients and making tons of money. It looked like fun. Of course, it usually is fun for a white, educated woman with options. The next level up from that are massage parlors. On that same level are the legal brothels, while the top tier begins with independents who work on an out-call basis, charging by the hour, not the act.
Spitzer is an immature client, a cheap client, having her come down to Washington on a train and telling her she could take a cab.
Are you kidding? If you have class, you send a limo. But she mainly thinks of herself as an old-style courtesan who, over 14 years, entertained 1, clients. Most were referrals, which means she could safely accept checks while enjoying an outlandish lifestyle.
We attended a Broadway play, went to dinner and I had my own suite. That was my intro. At that level men are looking for a woman who knows how to dress and act, how to mesh with their social standing. In New York, I was all tweeds and khaki. I found my niche as the classy older woman. In some ways, I became a fixture in the lives of some men and a trusted confidante.
