My Life As An Escort Part 1.
My Life as an Escort Part 1.
One day, while on a flight to Uganda, a thought crossed my mind. I was on Etihad Airways. What if I could recruit and deploy some crazy girls to do exactly what I was doing but on a large scale? Would that not make more sense and more money.
But why did my mind change? It was mid year and I had travelled back and forth into Uganda on sponsored trips by my clients. My clients were both men and women. Yes, some women hire extra women to enjoy things like threesomes, or to simply please their husbands where they themselves failed to do the job. Money does too much!
So on this particular trip, I had fully gotten tired of these games. I had had enough. I mean, I had made the money, had fun, learnt the game and elevated my status. I needed new levels, new ambitions and new strategies. I need new challenges.
Its that day that I started an under cover escort agency. With my head office in South Africa and operations across Africa, UAE and Hong Kong, I was going to be unstoppable. The reason for Hong Kong was simple. Ugandans don’t need a visa to visit hong kong and also very few restrictions. Most hard core weird men and women spend their money in such countries. So to make money, such were the trips I had to make.
But this time, a piece of the equation was missing. The girls would never be as good as me and their experiences would be too kiddish that some might land in trouble. So to make sure I had the best of girls, I embarked on training them. Ba sweets, nanoonya obuwala ubulungi. I started off by recruiting some girls in Dubai before I expended to other countries like South Africa. At one point, I had a demand for Indian girls. These were very difficult to get, but eventually, we started getting them in huge numbers.
Risky and uncouth as it may be, I liked the money that came with. I also loved the command structure and respect. Atleast here, I never needed to provide the service. All I need was connect the girls.
The business boomed within the first 4 months of operations that I felt like a queen. Until one day, when one of my girls was found dead in a 5 star hotel room. Something wrong had started to happen.
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