Many of us go on to do great things after college. Some become lawyers, doctors, politicians and business people. Others go the way of restaurants and retail, often in pursuit of the arts. I went a third route. I became a whore.

How did I go from a straight-A, Catholic girl to an escort? Well, it started innocently enough with a Craigslist ad for Latin tutoring, and turned into a lifetime of exploration and adventure.

After school I placed an ad for Latin lessons. I took many years of Latin and ancient Greek in high school and college, so I figured it would be a niche gig– not many people know Latin. Soon enough, I found a few replies in my inbox. One of them seemed especially promising, so I continued a correspondence with him. Latin lessons, however, were far from his mind.

As the conversation continued, it began to run a little… spicier. After some time, he confessed his true desire: a simple blow job, in his car at a discreet location, for $400. Was I in?

I had to ponder that for some time. In the back of my mind, ever since reading a story about a sex worker in 1831 England, had the nagging thought wondering what it might feel like. My Catholic shame aside, I had to find out for myself. I got some basic information from this man, decided he was safe, and agreed.

When I got there, the nerves were forefront in my mind. To his credit, he was quite the gentleman. He removed the keys from the ignition and allowed me to sit in the driver’s seat so I felt safe. We settled the business end of the deal, and then it was time– no going back now.

I had worn a black button-up dress with a pink bra underneath. I unbuttoned my dress slowly, and as the buttons came undone, my nerves disappeared. I leaned over and unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down to reveal his cock. It was already semi-erect and leaking precum, so I reached down and started stroking it, firmly but slowly, and as it further hardened, I leaned down further to start caressing the tip with my tongue.

In many ways, it was like any other blowjob I’ve given. I started slowly, focusing on the tip with my tongue, then progressed to taking his full cock in my mouth over and over. I threw in a few deep throat strokes for good measure, gagging as his cock grew harder in my throat. It was sloppy, it was wet, he came on my tits, and I went on my way. In other ways, it changed the trajectory of my life forever. From that moment, I realized I had a skill, a needed service to offer, and I have never thought about work, or sex, the same.