25 Sex Workers Share The Strangest Things They’ve Ever Encountered “Serving A Client”

The world's oldest profession—and its newer cousin industries such as phone sex and cam shows—isn't just about sex. Often it's about giving clients the kind of sex (and often just the kind of emotional/physical connection) that they can't get at home. Sometimes, it's because a client has a weird kink that they only feel comfortable revealing to a professional who won't reveal it to others. Other times, whether it's due to injury, trauma, or a bad domestic life, the stories of unusual requests people have—like simply being held—can be almost heartbreaking. One thing is for certain, though: in a world where revealing these things is impossible for most sex workers, the Internet is a godsend for these stories. Here, compiled from several different AskReddit threads, are 17 of the most fascinating tales from women and men whose time and attention are in high demand.

Oh, right. This is all (obviously) NSFW af. Seriously. If you get offended, we're blaming you.

1. Let's start off easy with this sacrilegiously non-sexual request from a webcam/phone sex worker in Israel. (via)

So, I'm Israeli and worked for a bit in webcams. We also did phone calls. Chats were monitered, phones weren't, sometimes the manager would write me things to say.

An Orthodox Jewish guy calls. Asks me questions about eating pork and seafood. The manager tries to feed me sexy lines linking shrimp and clitoris or whatnot, but the guy isn't interested. He just wants to hear me say I've eatten pork and it was so naughty and it tasted so good. Yeah, I drive on Saturday. I'm so bad.

edit: to clarify, my phone wasn't monitered but the webcam constantly was, so the manager could hear my side of the conversation but not the caller's. So he could hear me say “yeah, I've had shrimp last week” and tried to get me to take the conversation into a dirty direction.

2. Here's a German escort with a fairly amusing tale of a tourist (she later clarified he was visiting from Japan) whose kink was harmless but not communicated beforehand. (via)

Escort here, an Asian man asked me to lift my skirt so that my thigh was exposed and asked to take off my shirt, ok normal so far I thought. Then he pulled off his pants and I was like yea it's get down time. He then proceeded to lick and kiss my right armpit and rub himself on my thigh. It took every bit of power to not burst out laughing. He came about 4 minutes later and asked me how I was doing then asked me to leave. It was easily the most fun I've had on the job

3. This story comes from a self-described “dungeon lady” and professional sub. It was hardly the only one she had. (More at #16.) (via)

I had a guy lay me out on the table, take my shoes off, get out a set of dental picks and mirrors and electric toothbrush, and do a “dental exam” on my feet. For an hour. Checking for ‘cavities', ‘polishing', ‘flossing', etc. I was supposed to play the whole thing straight as if it was really my teeth he was examining. Never did his penis come out of his pants. It was actually a totally great time, if a bit bizarre to start.

I've got so many more, but that client story is my favorite!

When asked what happened if he “found a cavity,” she responded:

He'd get out a battery operated dremel tool with a fuzzy bit put on it, then ‘drill' away between your toes. Can't leave the dentist with cavities, ya know!

4. Here's a story from a guy who spends six days a week at the gym and is a part-time escort. Be warned: this one is less “wacky fetish” and more “genuine human connection and sadness.” (via)

Part-time escort here (I'm a guy). I have had quite a few very strange and at times degrading experiences, but the two that stick with me the most are the reasons I still do this work part-time. First was a tiny and very beautiful Asian lady, probably 50 years old (i'm 45). I went to her house and explained in person what the services were that she could choose from. She said she just wanted to start by being held, a gentle hug. Well, after about a minute, I felt her crying into my chest (i'm 6'2″). I just held her and she stood there crying for 5 more minutes before I just picked her up and took her to the couch when I sat down and held her for another 20 minutes while she was crying. Just soft deep sobs (I'm getting a bit teary eyed remembering this). I asked if she was OK and she told me (without moving her face from my chest) that her husband never holds her, never has. So I just squeezed her a bit tighter and we sat there until the time was up (45 minutes was what she paid for). The second is similar, yet different. A very tall and physically unattractive woman in her mid 30's wanted me to slow dance with her. She is 6'4″. Her height, combined with her looks, had led to her NEVER being asked to slow dance by anyone. We just danced for 90 minutes. It was pretty amazing to be honest. Both of those were strange, but even more than that, they were truly intimate. Most of what I do feels like masturbation with another person. Very impersonal and focused on orgasms. I have now pretty much focused the work I do on trying to have some kind of intimate connection. Dinner, dancing, cuddling, bathing, etc. On a certain level I have developed an addiction to it.

5. OK, this is a “my friend” story, but it's short and great. (via)

I had a friend who was a sex worker. My favourite story from her was a client who wanted her to stand in a corner, facing the wall, wearing nothing but combat boots and reading from Ulysses.

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