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My name is Louis ,and the first thing you should know about me is that I'm a whore.
I sleep with men for money.
Men pay top dollar to spend just an hour with me and trust me its worth it.
I'm sure you're asking yourself ,how does someone end up being a whore ? You're probably making several assumptions that are stereotypically linked with gentlemen and or ladies of the night so let me just state a few things for the record.
I wasn't abused or neglected as a child,I actually love my mom and dad very dearly .I never had some sex trauma in my youth,and I don't do this to buy drugs.I hate drugs. I can't even take an extra aspirin without thinking I'll overdose. I've never been addicted to anything my whole life ,except for maybe One Tree Hill.
The truth is I just enjoy sex and money.
How I became a gentleman of the night is actually a very boring story but for the purpose of sharing my life with you here it is .
One night a beautiful man took me home from a bar ,we had some of the best sex I've have ever had in my life and in the morning he was so gentlemanly that he walked me out of his beautiful flat and called me a cab, he handed me what I thought was cab fare ,but once I looked at how much he had given me, which for the record was £170 ,I realized I had been paid for sex.
I'm sure most people would have felt cheapened, maybe even disgusted,but I thought about that £170 ,the rent that was 3 days past due,the job that I had to work at for almost a week to earn that pay,the bare cupboards in my flat,and the student debt I had racked up trying to study at Uni.Even better I thought of the amazing night that I had ,it was the most pleasurable and easy money I could ever make. That £170 wouldn't solve all of those problems but if I could do that regularly ,it would solve most of them and so long story short I sent photos of myself to an agency and became a London Call Boy.
In my profession there are certain levels just like any job and I'd like to think of myself as a higher level than you're average street walker.What I do is such a broad spectrum of things,its not just sex that I provide to clients,its an experience.An experience in absolute pleasure. My clients don't only need sex,if they just wanted to get off they’d have a wank and save the money.They want a connection,a memory,a fantasy fulfilled or maybe they're just looking for a cuddle with a boy who understands the meaning of discretion. All of which I provide for a nominal fee.
Living a normal life definitely presents a challenge but if I've learned anything in my years in the business it's that I need to have some balance. So I've created an alter ego, Lucas.
When I'm at home in my sweats drinking tea and reading the gossip mags, I'm Louis. When I'm shimmering with just a hint of glitter,and dressed in a manner that says “Fuck me” then I'm Lucas. I have work knickers and personal knickers, work mobile,personal mobile. Louis and Lucas have different tastes in music,food, even wines,it seems complicated but its really very simple in my day to day dreck Im Louis and when the lights go low and the bass drops I'm Lucas and never the twain shall meet.
There are a Cast of Characters that I share my life with that you should know about before we really get started:
El: The Devil incarnate and my “pimp”,she does none of the work and collects 40% of my earnings as a booking fee.People say that she used to be a model or is a model ,I don't know what the fuck she is or was I've just never seen something so small consume so much Starbucks.It doesn't help that she still doesn't understand that I'm gay and wouldn't sleep with her even if I did like women but she still tries every chance she gets.
Harry: My Ex-boyfriend and best mate. He doesn't know I'm a prostitute yet ,I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep it that way,because I love him so much and the lying just feels wrong. Things between us ended because I was terrible at relationships and he was really good at it so it just didn't work We have a strict no fucking clause in our invisible friendship contract.
Nick: Harry’s annoying boyfriend... and no I'm not jealous .
Zayn: He’s this crazy kid that wants me to teach him the ropes of being a prostitute... this won't end well.
Niall: One of the only people in my life I haven't slept with and know I never will,he's straight and an amazing graffiti artist.He helps me sort my life out and clear my head when things get way too out of control. He knows I'm a whore and is very accepting .
Now that you're up to speed on the basics,soon after deciding to become an escort I began keeping a diary here are some of those entries...