[MF] I’m a Madam, and a Sports Player is one of my clients.

I’m a Madam, and I set up “dates” between Instagram models and interested clients.

One of my clients is this sports player. Let’s call him John. I met John at this party his agents and entourage was hosting. I’m mingling, socializing, I have one of my models with me – just hanging out. She’s attracting some male attention, and that’s how we meet John and his agent. From there, we talked about each other’s businesses and that’s how we started working with one another.

John’s agents were the main point of contact for all this. John, like many sports players, is constantly on the road. For his road trips, I would arrange for someone within my ‘network’ to fly out to meet him at his hotel. With each new city, there was a new model. So on a road trip, there could be 3 or 4 models that are rotating and flying out. It’s always a logistical nightmare trying to coordinate this, but it’s well worth it. Personally, I only met and spoke with John a handful of times. We always talk ‘in between the lines’. Nice enough guy, but I mostly talked the details with the agents.

​With each roadtrip, I get this list from them. I’d try my best to fulfill, but again it can be challenging. Sometimes, he would double or triple up. 3 in one city, 2 at a time. One night, it just so happened that I was in the city as John. With sports teams, the hotel usually blocks out an entire floor for the team. The press are another separate floor, to maintain some kind of privacy. We’re in the hotel, with one of my models, I remember accompanying her up the service elevator to the players floor. Once we arrive at John’s suite, one of his agents was in the living room, I think talking shop. In the bedroom, John’s finishing up with one of my models, I could hear her as soon as we entered the suite. After a bit of small talk and chit chat, the model comes out to meet me, and I send the new one into the bedroom. From there, we say our goodbyes, and I’m back down the service elevator. I felt like a hotel concierge, dropping off a bottle opener or something.

Everything was very matter of fact. No one was surprised, shocked, appalled, etc… It’s just business as usual, a normal road trip type activity. No drama, no hand holding, no assholes. We all have our roles. John, the sports guy, is the money maker. He gets what he wants.

– The agents, they make things happen, and/or protect John from getting into too much trouble.

– The entourage, John’s buddies, his crew. They’re there to surround John and tell him what he wants to hear. Along for the ride.

– The models, well as soon as they walk in, everybody knows what their role is. And as the walk out, heels clicking on the floor, everybody knows how big of a slut or whore she is.

– And myself, I’m this broker of sorts. No real special skill. Pragmatic, capitalist, opportunistic. There’s a market for the services that I provide. And there are plenty of buyers and sellers.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adcnps/mf_im_a_madam_and_a_sports_player_is_one_of_my