|My flatmate, who will hereafter be known
as Kiki, and I were sitting on our front step drinking
coffee and talking, late one night, I forget when. She
told me that she was thinking of becoming an escort. At
that time we were both innocent and thought that all that
was involved in being an escort was accompanying lonely
men or men in need or a partner at social events, or, at
the very most, giving the man in question hand relief.
The next day she called an agency and went for an
Kiki told me later that night that an escort was just a glamorous name for a prostitute and that she had been to a parlour. The house was beautiful though, and the women all practiced safe sex. No condom no fucking, basically, as well as the use of sponges and spermicide. But she told me she didn't accept the job. She said she didn't want to lower herself by becoming a prostitute, or sleeping with men for money...
Later that week she unexpectedly moved out of our house. I was shocked cause I was sure that I wasn't difficult to live with, and she gave me no prior warning, and we were really close friends...
One day a little later I went home late at night only to discover I had locked myself out of my house, as I did with exceptional frequency, and so I went around to visit Kiki so I could borrow her spanner and break in. Our close friend, Ben, was there as well, and he promptly pointed out the huge hicky on Kiki's neck. She explained that she had a job taking care of old people, and that she had slept with her boss, who was young and attractive. I was mildly shocked that she would sleep with her boss, but not overly as Kiki had been known to have one night stands every other month or so. And so both Ben and I accepted her explanation and left it at that.
A few weeks later my boyfriend and I were having a major fight, so bad we were going to break up. The fight cost a fortune in phone bills, due to our extra long-distance relationship, but I have diverted. Kiki, by impulse, decided that she needed to come and see me, although she was really tired and didn't want to. A teary-eyed and hysterical me opened the door to her. She listened as my boyfriend and I fought and then made up, and then the rest of it. She made me a coffee and we talked. It was then that she told me she had taken the job at the parlour, that her name was Kiki, and many more details...
My reaction: Wow! Kiki! That's amazing! Why didn't you tell me??? I want to know all about it!!!!
I guess I was shocked. It's not every day that you find out one of your closest friends is a prostitute.