I used to Uber my IG GF, for her escort dates [MF]

Many years ago, I used to be an Uber driver. It paid the bills, and I personally enjoy driving.

Back then, through some random circumstances, one of my passengers was this model, who was also an escort. She had a date, and I was Ubering her. One thing led to another, and we winded up becoming good friends, and I continued to drive her to her escort dates. Then she introduced me to her girlfriends, who were also ‘in the business’. So that’s how I became this Uber Insta gram model escort driver guy.

Ok, fast forward a bit, and I’m driving one of these Insta escorts. Let’s call her Beth. Blonde, bombshell, killer legs. She’s really outgoing and forward, and I’m a bit more reserved. We’re chatting, and asks me if I get turned on, by her escorting work. Fuck yeah I do. Didn’t hurt that I lurk on her IG, and she’s a smoke show. But it was more the voyeur aspect, the fly on the wall, the hearing the details aspect. Hopefully that makes sense.

A new Escort asked me for advice [MF]

I’m an Uber driver, and in my travels I’ve met and befriended some Escorts. See my previous posts for context.

Usually, when I drive these models around, it’s usually straight forward. They text me to give me the logistical details. I show up at their apartment, pick them up, drop them at the hotel and I stick around until they are done with their appointment. Either in my car, or hang out in the hotel lobby/restaurant. I don’t really get involved in the behind the scenes, appointment setting, client finding, etc.

Recently, I was introduced/referred to a new escort. She was a friend of a mutual friend, and she texted me to arrange her ride. Sure, easy enough, just another trip to make some extra money. So I picked her up, and we were chatting on our way over. Since it was my first time meeting her, we were just chit chatting, where are you from? How about this weather type of conversation.

I watched an Escort get fucked in front of me. [MF]

I’m an Uber driver, and in my travels, I’ve befriended some escorts.  See my previous post for context.

Mostly, I pick them up from their apartments, drive them to their appointments, and on the way back home they tell me about their ‘work’.  It’s all professional, but I get this rush, this turn on when they tell me about what they just did.

There’s this one woman that I’m very fond of.  A blonde, super attractive, smoking hot with killer legs.  Way out of my league level of hot.  One day, we’re hanging out together, as friends, and she asks me if I get turned on by what she does for a living.  What I enjoy, is the directness and candor most of these women share.  Maybe it was the booze talking, but I confess that I do get turned on.  Not necessarily by the sex itself, but the fact that I drive her around, hear what she’s about to do, hear the details aftewards.  I enjoy being the voyuer, the fly on the wall.

I’m an Uber driver, that drives Escorts around… [MF]

Like most jobs, I fell into this job accidentally. I lost my full time job back in 2009, during the financial crisis. Like many other Americans, I was living the dream, thinking that real estate would always be there for me. But I was greedy, borrowed too much. And as you probably already figured out, it all came tumbling down when the dust settled. So my house was just being foreclosed on, I had just lost my job, and just started working as a driver for my friend’s car service. It wasn’t glamorous by any means, but hey it was a job and I was able to support myself.

When Uber’s popularity exploded, I became an Uber driver early on. It was fortunate for me, as Uber basically killed my friend’s business. Anyways, I’ve been Ubering for some time now, and one night I pick up this passenger. Young, smoking hot blonde, dressed to kill. I’m professional and polite of course, but she was drop dead gorgeous. As an Uber driver, I’ll play it by ear. Some passengers want to chat, some want the music on. Whatever they want really, I’m really an easy going guy. Anyways, the blonde is a chatty mood, and we’re shooting the shit, in typical Los Angeles traffic. We chat about whatever, music, concerts, what she does for a living. She’s a model, and she needs to get to a shoot. Odd… it’s Monday evening, and I’m dropping her off at a hotel. Whatever, I didn’t really care, we’re just chatting. Anyways, I do my thing, take some shortcuts, and finally get to the hotel. We say our goodbyes, and off she went.

I’m an Accidental Escort on Casting Couch [MF]

New throwaway account here

I’m a recent UNLV graduate. I stripped in college to pay the bills, so I’m very comfortable in my own skin. For all you pervs out there, I’m white, 5’8″ 32C, 24, 35.

After school, I couldn’t find a real job, and was really desperate for money. So when Craigslist was good, I found this ad for a casting couch gig. I assumed it was fake, but I replied anyways, hoping for the best.

If you’ve ever seen casting couch, then you probably know how this goes down. I showed up at the Casting Couch office for an ‘interview’ with the guy (let’s call him Gary) . Gary said that we make a video, and send it to his producers, and I’ll make $1000 – $5000 making money like no time. Suuurrree, whatever. This was probably fake. I was about to walk out, but Gary offered me money as a gesture of good faith. Having cash in hand helped, so I went through with the ‘interview’, recorded and all. Afterwards, Gary sent me along the way, and said that he’d get back to me soon. I was thinking, even if this was fake, I got paid to ‘audition’.