I Quit My Corporate Job To Become An Escort

My journey into the world of a private escort wasn’t the stereotypical story. I didn’t sign up out of desperation. It wasn’t a last resort. In fact, I working a prestigious six-figure job straight out of uni. A job I worked my ass off for. Yet, I traded in my steel cap boots for a set of heels and haven’t looked back.

There is a misconception that women work in the sex industry as a necessity, not a choice.

There’s a misconception that the men treat us like a piece of meat. That this industry is degrading, dirty and dangerous. My experience in as a private escort has been anything but. And my professional job was all of the above.

As a professional, I have worked as both a corporate ‘big city’ consultant and a ‘dirty’ miner. I didn’t feel my fit in either. It’s incredibly defeating to go into a job you loathe every day, knowing that this is what you’re going to be doing for the rest of your life. I struggled with the 9-5 life. Not because I’m lazy. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I’m the type of person who optimises every minute of my day. I’m someone who struggles to ‘just chill’. Often I didn’t have any work to do and I can’t tell you how excruciating it feels to sit at your desk, waiting for the hours to pass. Then suddenly at 4:50pm, my boss would drop a load of work on my desk and request it to be finished by 9am the next day. There goes my sleep…

I thrive on variety. It’s how I work most productively. Working on a single project or task for days or weeks is impossible for me.

Being a female in a male dominated industry was another challenge for me. I remember one memorable event that happened during my mining job. I’d noticed a major problem on one of the machines we were building- a problem so great that the machine simply wouldn’t power on. I brought up this issue with my boss, but I was belittled for questioning his design and told to go back to my admin duties (which I was overqualified for). I just kept quiet. A few weeks later, one of the senior engineers bought up this issue and it caused significant delays. Delays that could have been avoided if my boss had just listened. I’ll admit I had a little internalised ‘told you so’ moment, but I still felt incredibly frustrated and defeated. This is only one of many stories like these.

I had tinkered in the adult industry while I was at uni. For the first time in my life, I felt like I’d found a job I loved. I felt excitement rather than dread when heading to work. I finally had the variety and excitement I had yearned from a job. For the first time, I felt like I had a purpose. A lot of people don’t realise that escorting is a lot more than just having sex. It’s about giving someone the confidence to understand women after failing in the dating industry for many years. It’s about making someone in a neglectful marriage feel desired again. It’s about accompanying a lonely business man who’s been away from home for weeks.

A lot of sex workers go on to become therapists or psychologists because of our ability to listen and understand. Men are very misunderstood and I feel like sex workers are some of the few people they can open up to. We are inherently open minded people, so naturally, men feel like they can talk about issues that they would be judged upon by their friends and family or even a psychologist.

Many escorts also go on to become successful businesswomen in other industries. I’ve honestly gained more valuable skills in the first six months of escorting than in six years at university. Ninety percent of my work happens outside of the booking itself. It’s the marketing, photography, administration, time management, accounting, website design, social media management and the list goes on. I honestly love the behind the scenes work just as much as the meetings themselves.

I’ve also had the privilege of meeting some very interesting and successful people. I’ve rubbed shoulders (quite literally) with founders of some of the world’s largest companies. The wisdom I’ve gained from these conversations is beyond what I would have ever learned at a cheesy corporate networking event. I’ve learned to invest in the stock market and the secrets in how to succeed in business.

But most importantly, I learned that the most successful people did it by waking up every day feeling passionate about their job.

Once I’d graduated from university, I didn’t feel it was ‘right’ to return to escorting. For years, it sat in the back of my mind. I had a desire to be desired, but it felt wrong to waste my degree. So, I continued to work in my field for a few more years. While I was in a comfortable role and earning a decent salary, I still felt empty. I spiralled into a dark place. I was lonely and miserable. I woke up every day, dreading the work day ahead of me. I feared I would retire having wasted a third of my life for the sake of utilising a degree and having a socially acceptable job. I realised that no amount of money was going to buy back time, so I might as well be waking up every day doing something I love. Even if that means wasting my ‘degree’ and throwing my job I’d worked so hard to get.

I think it was the depression from working in the mines that threw me into ‘fuck it’ mode. I just didn’t care anymore. I was sick of wasting away my weekends in this boring old town. I threw an advertisement up on an escort directory and every weekend, I would fly myself to Brisbane to meet clients. Week by week, I started to feel whole again. My depression lifted. I felt purposeful and appreciated. I loved the interesting people I’d meet and to this day, that’s still my favourite part of this job. Since leaving my corporate job and working as an escort (with a few other hustles on the side), I’ve never been happier. I wake up every day feeling excited to go to work. I feel confident and in control of my future. I’ve also realised that my own happiness is more important than doing what society expects of me.