Spitzer's "Kristen" ~ Ashley Dupre
Maybe the whole Spitzer deal bothers me more because I have come so close to that side of the world. I don't mean that I live in NYC, I am referring to the world of money and prostitution.
Although I have never done anything in that world, I've been asked to join prostitution rings, yet they are referred to escorting or even more common, dating groups. It's common for girls to hang out in clubs and ask other girls to join so that they can get a bonus for signing up more girls. On four different occassions, people have asked me if I would consider it and given me their contact info. One time I danced with this really hot guy and he was all over me. I went to the ladies room and a girl followed me and told me that he was her boss. I asked what type of work they did and she said hospitality. I said, "oh shit he's your John?" The girl tried to explain it to make it like it wasn't prostitution, but it clearly was. She said I could make at a minimum of five thousand a week and that it was perfect for students. I took her card and even thought about it from time to time.
I've been working as a bartender for two years (and waitress in a bar for several years). I've worked in different bars and the tips are great. Yet, there have been times when waitresses at the place where I have worked have been approached by men and women to work on a hospitality team.
When I first came to NYC, I didn't have any money and I was overcome by how much money people that I went to school with had. There are many advertisements for prostitution jobs in liberal local papers in NYC. I called one once because the salaries were very large. The woman that answered the phone took my number and called me back ten minutes later. I asked her to explain escorting and she said it was whatever I thought it was. I didn't go for their interview because something inside me stopped me. Yes, I wanted the money (BADLY) but I didn't go to meet the girl. She called several times and left messages on my cell about how much money I could make.
I feel sorry for the girl because she was put into the limelight for something that she assumed she would keep under covers.
Although I have never done anything in that world, I've been asked to join prostitution rings, yet they are referred to escorting or even more common, dating groups. It's common for girls to hang out in clubs and ask other girls to join so that they can get a bonus for signing up more girls. On four different occassions, people have asked me if I would consider it and given me their contact info. One time I danced with this really hot guy and he was all over me. I went to the ladies room and a girl followed me and told me that he was her boss. I asked what type of work they did and she said hospitality. I said, "oh shit he's your John?" The girl tried to explain it to make it like it wasn't prostitution, but it clearly was. She said I could make at a minimum of five thousand a week and that it was perfect for students. I took her card and even thought about it from time to time.
I've been working as a bartender for two years (and waitress in a bar for several years). I've worked in different bars and the tips are great. Yet, there have been times when waitresses at the place where I have worked have been approached by men and women to work on a hospitality team.
When I first came to NYC, I didn't have any money and I was overcome by how much money people that I went to school with had. There are many advertisements for prostitution jobs in liberal local papers in NYC. I called one once because the salaries were very large. The woman that answered the phone took my number and called me back ten minutes later. I asked her to explain escorting and she said it was whatever I thought it was. I didn't go for their interview because something inside me stopped me. Yes, I wanted the money (BADLY) but I didn't go to meet the girl. She called several times and left messages on my cell about how much money I could make.
I feel sorry for the girl because she was put into the limelight for something that she assumed she would keep under covers.