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learned how the escort business worked. She had me doing both incalls and outcalls. With incalls we worked at the madam’s locations—the media revels in calling them brothels—and we literally worked eight-hour shifts, like secretaries and cashiers do. It’s typically at least a two-bedroom apartment, and there is usually another girl there with you for company and some security. The madam has a booker, who is careful to stagger the appointments so that clients who do business together or are in the same social circle are spared the embarrassment of bumping into one another coming or going, or in the event that they want to take a shower.
    When you are on incall, you are expected to stay in the apartment the entire shift without leaving, to calm the suspicions of the neighbors. Chances are their eyebrows are already raised by the gentlemen coming and going at all hours, not to mention the loud moans and shouts of orgasm and the sound of headboards knocking against the walls. Kristin just asked us to keep it down as much as possible to reduce the risk for all of us. You can see how well that worked.
    Incall is like a factory: you work as much as you can, and see as many people as you can. The price per hour is lower, but you can make thousands and thousands of dollars in one day without ever leaving the apartment. Kristin’s apartment at theCorinthian was a two-bedroom, so she could have two clients in at a time. There would usually be two girls there, and sometimes other girls would stop by to chat and keep the others company. It also provided a bit of security, especially at night. There was no security man or bodyguard at all. If some big guy got rough, you were out of luck. I did the same for the others. We’d sit in the living room and chat until the client arrived.
    I did more outcalls, where I went to the client. Outcall can be either to the client’s home, a hotel room, or even to a yacht or a private jet. In town, we might meet at a bar and go out to dinner, a party, or a concert. The money is much more per hour, and—depending on the girl and how she is ranked by the madam on sex-for-sale websites like eros-ny.com and backpage.com—a girl can make a lot doing very little and actually have a great time. Outcalls were expected to be stretched out as long as possible because they are hundreds more per hour.
    When I met a client at a hotel, the only security I had was the phone call Kristin would make to ask the front desk for the guest in his stated room number to see if he was really who he said he was. It could have been Jack the Ripper posing as John Doe for all I knew.
    I quickly learned how to be discreet in upscale hotels like the Waldorf Astoria and the Pierre. Going to these places in the beginning, I felt it was obvious who I was and what I was doing there. I’m sure the doormen and concierge in particular saw us coming a mile away. In my five-inch Jimmy Choo stilettos and form-fitting Marc Jacobs sheath, it was clear I wasn’t a delegate to the actuaries convention. I didn’t look like a hooker, but usually a woman dressed that alluringly does not come back to her hotel room alone.
    Discretion was crucial for me, so I decided that the best approach was not to duck and run but rather to engage with them and look them straight in the eye with a “Good evening.” I always wanted to look assured and as if I knew where I was going, even if I had no clue where the elevators were. It was all about projecting confidence, pretending that I belonged in that world.
    Upon arriving at the client’s room, I’d introduce myself with my nom de guerre. Kristin had told me not to give my real name and not to ask theirs, but most of the time they’d give their real name anyway. If they were famous, obviously I’d recognize them. And I’d hope that, whatever the booker told the client, I was playing the right part.
    We all had to give Kristin a schedule,