I’ve been booking prostitutes for the past 6 months [MF]

Long time lurker, first time poster. I recently read an Uber driver’s post about escorts, which prompted me to write my own post.

​The past year has been terrible for me. I’m not making excuses, or trying to justify myself, I’m just trying to give some context. I’ve been caring for my ailing father for some time now. I can see the slow decline, both mentally and physical, and it’s been awful. Additionally, the place where I work, is going through a merger. I’ve survived the round of layoffs, but I have the unenviable task of telling my coworkers that they won’t have a job. I can handle stress, but with everything that is happening, it’s been tough. I’ve been drinking more, gambling, broke up with my gf, just being a fuck up basically.

I browse this subreddit, and others, from time to time. About 6 months ago, I saw a post about a “Madam” pimping out Instagram models. When I read it, I’m like, yeah right. Fake. Whatever. But I was curious, who wouldn’t want to fuck an IG model? Maybe this is the 0.1% chance that this is somewhat legit. This is the alcohol talking. So I messaged the madam and she promptly returned my message.

Online, I’ve dealt with my fair share of catfishers, trolls, fakes etc… Call me cynical, but when the madam and I were messaging, I didn’t believe one word she said. But 6 months ago, I was in this depressed, terrible state of mind. I had this fuck it attitude… so I just went along with it, hoping the 0.1% chance panned out. And drinking each night didn’t help. So I played her little game and picked a few women that I would be interested in meeting up with. There was no proof on her end, no verification that this is all legit. Whatever, at least I didn’t lose my kidney or get my bank account cleared out. It was around Christmas time, so nothing was going to happen anyways.

It’s January, and shit at work is fucking terrible. I’m stressed out beyond belief. That’s when the madam reached out and is ready to set something up. Honestly, at this point I’m a fucking mess. I’m coming into work hungover each morning, my dad’s health is stressing me out. Not good. The madam asks me to verify my identity, and in exchange she’ll verify that her end is all legit. I’m desperate here, with a fuck it attitude. So I verified. Like gave her my linked in info, emailed her from my work email, all that stuff. When I sent it over, there was like a 5 minute silence where I didn’t hear back. I thought I was about to get fired and arrested that instant. But that’s when the madam texts me a set of random numbers? Huh? Then, I get this random DM, from one of the IG models. With those same random numbers. Holy shit. Was this for real? I thought maybe her IG got hacked, but everything else seemed legit. But you know what, that random DM was good enough for me, and I set up a date.

On date night, I was fucking nervous. I’ve never done this before, and I’m half expecting to get arrested. I was about to bail until miraculously the IG model showed up. She had some dude with her, I guess for protection. But there she was. Fuck. No turning back now. After a few things, we went upstairs to the hotel room.

Honestly, she was the best fuck I ever had. Easily the hottest woman that I’ve been with. I’d love to tell you that I rocked her world, but I didn’t. It was okay, not my best performance, not my worst. Honestly, I was still nervous.. .having this fine piece of ass in front of me is intimidating. But fuck, that first time was hot. She was cool about it too, really nice and down to earth, which helped.

The next day, obviously I’m a believer. So I messaged the madam again and set up another date. And another. And another. Sometimes my woman is available, sometimes she’s not. Sometimes I request a specific one. Surprisingly, I start to clean myself up a little. I stopped drinking, going back to the gym, not gambling. All that stuff. Of course, I’m trading one vice for another, with severe consequences, but fuck it’s helping. Again, not trying to make excuses here, just telling you the context.

I’m sure I’m running on borrowed time here, and eventually things are going to catch up with me. I’m just waiting for it. But until that day comes, I’m able to be a better person, for however sick and crazy that is. I’m able to be a better son, a better coworker, a better manager, etc…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bnbwzg/ive_been_booking_prostitutes_for_the_past_6