Revathy an independent high class escort Speaks.

"Escorting, when unmotivated by economic need, might well be defined as a species of psychological addiction, built on self-hatred through repetitions of the act of sale by which an escort is defined."

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Name: Ms Revathy

Age: Late 20s.

Business: High End Escort Service Provider in Bangalore City Working as core team lead in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience

Meeting place: Service Apartments

What you want me to wear: Saree or a Chudhidhar!!

What you want me to do: Be your Slave?!!

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Beautiful, charismatic, charming, Bangalore beauty. Revathy is a complete delight to be with as her winning personality and sparkling eyes light up any occasion. She is lovely and playful yet sophisticated and intelligent. An accomplished Bangalore University student, she is extremely bright and expressive.Revathy is a classy, cheerful, beautiful woman from an exceptionally fine background…Experience the refreshing invigoration of Revathys presence.

Most people are curious; what is it like to work as an escort? One of women's top fantasies is to be paid for sex. But escort work is not as simple as money for sex.Ms. Revathy an escort with Bangalore Girl Friend Experience briefs, what escort work requires from the escort while creating an honest and humane vision of a mysterious, maligned business. It has been just over a year since I began my career as an escort girl with the team at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience. The process of education in the oldest profession in the world is like any other educational process, in that it requires time and effort and patience; it can only be acquired by taking one step at a time, though the steps become accelerated after the first few.Escorts have very improperly been styled women of pleasure; they are women of pain, or sorrow, of grief, of bitter and continual repentance, without a hope of obtaining a pardon.Most men have the mistaken idea that when a Call Girl spreads her legs to him that he is gaining access to the most important and sacred part of her. This can give him a sense of power and accomplishment that makes him feel like a bull when he goes back out into the market place.Taking with him the idea that this Escort lady has opened and surrendered herself to him, he now feels like he can conquer the world and takes that confidence and leaves the castle to face the world as a warrior.On the flip side, when his Wife or his loved one denies him or rejects him for another, he can feel castrated and powerless to face his foes and inner demons.This is why men who give this power to their lover can have great strength when she is open to him but become powerless and depressed when she rejects him. It's why men who are very dependent upon this feedback from one particular woman can lose their balance and take the life of the woman and her new lover when she rejects him--in his mind she has literally castrated him and made him feel worthless.There are several possible areas for great power and accomplishment in this flow of emotion and energy but there are also areas where men can open themselves up for destruction.So, what does all of this have to do with the idea that prostitutes don't kiss. It's this (and more). She does not give up herself when she opens her legs to you; she gives up herself when she opens her mind and emotions to you--when she lets you plug into her soul.So, the prostitute accommodates your penis and your simple idea that when you put your penis inside of her that now you are a powerful man. But, she does not REACT to you, she only ACTS for you. She becomes an actress so that you might imagine yourself powerful and then go out as warrior and fight your battles.

It's an illusion.You do not own her or any woman simply because she spreads her legs to you. You only own her when she determines that she feels safe enough to trust you with her life--when she feels like you would die for her safety and happiness, and when something spiritual happens that can be facilitated but not fully explained.Then, and only then, she will long to GIVE herself to you. You cannot take a woman; she must invite you to come in. She must want with every part of her being to be owned by you. Then and only then can you take her. When this happens, then you will have the most sacred part of her--her emotions, her mind, her soul, and her true kiss.Of course when this happens, you will have access to her body, but you will not take it for your simple pleasure. At this point, you will take her body and her kiss and her thoughts the way, the way Moses received the sacred commandments, the way the Buddha receives enlightenment--as a gift from heaven.I have been with literally hundreds of Call Girls in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience about the intimacies of their sex life, most of them married, most of them having sex with their husbands, and most of them acting. Most of them in love with their husbands, most of them caring for their husbands, but few totally surrendered to their husbands--most of them (not all) actresses.When I have had a Client who has been working as a lawyer, I have been fascinated to see him go from having difficulty even having an orgasm to eventually begging me to take more of him because with my taking he becomes more liberated and finds a deeper freedom AND a more intense pleasure from sex and life. He starts to know a total surrender orgasm and the connection between sex, and Love, and GOD.So, when a prostitute or any Escort Girl spreads her legs to you, then yes you can take part in the play. You can become the actor and then continue that warrior act as you go out to your business.But when she is hungry to kiss you, and begs you to take more of her thoughts, aches for you to know more of her because in your knowing you bring new energy to her bedroom and to her walking about the earth outside the bedroom--then you will know with her kiss that she has surrendered.Then you will go out into the world the true warrior, the true knight who has already relinquished his own life, placed it as a sacrifice to your calling, and taking your lover's passion as the fuel that gives you energy for your sacrifice for the planet. Some good Person said that most people spend their lives converting food into dung. That's it. When you have a mission that is fueled by a real kiss, you will know the hatred of others, you may be threatened, you may even lose your physical life, but you will know true love, true accomplishment, and will experience a real kiss from a Call Girl.In the past year, I have spent time off and on immersed in the business of escorting. Especially near the beginning, full months would go by where I concentrated only on escorting, and even now I occasionally take an extended break to recharge myself. For the most part, my involvement has been part-time; I have made decent, but not extraordinary, money. Basically I have just succeeded in getting my feet wet, and I feel that I can take the next step forward.

My brief fling with the team Bangalore Girl Friend Experience as a call girl -- which incidentally, is now fully finished --

I have learned quite a bit about the types of clients I will and will not see the number of appointments per week and month I am comfortable with, and how to deal with the mountains of practical issues surrounding various types of visits. This has all come from my own experience, and looking back I do wish I had the luxury of a close friend in the business to help guide me through certain patches. Everything for me has been trial and error, accompanied by occasional bursts of creativity.Of all the varied experiences these exploits have exposed me to; none have pushed my boundaries too terribly much. Perhaps this is because I do not cater to a fetish audience, or perhaps it is because I screen well. Perhaps it is simply a matter of time before I encounter an unsavory character, though I certainly hope that is not the case.Sometimes I forget that I am still relatively new to all of this Call Girl Business; I feel a somewhat unwarranted camaraderie with many of those who I researched before I got started. In most cases it is not reciprocal, of course, as they have no idea that I admire them, but I see them on various internet sites and often wish I were of the same stature. This envy comes mostly from their being able to charge extreme amounts of money, and my wish to emulate them is almost entirely based on my desire to be out of debt, as many of you well know.Still, another tricky area to navigate has been in dealings with the other women in the business of escorting , It would be nice if we all looked out for each other, but this is far from the case. I find it extraordinarily difficult to trust other escorts, even as much as I would like to. Cattiness and competition abounds in the community, and jealousy and sabotage happen as much as encouragement and assistance. I tend to just keep my distance from it all. I have made some changes to how I conduct business with assistance from my Company Bangalore Girl Friend Experience, and it is not entirely infeasible that I could be debt-free within a year or two. What a concept Bangalore Girl Friend Experience has Molded to assist Escort girls like us!! I am quite impatient and wish that I could be doing other things with the money I earn, but because I am used to living frugally, I have been able to handle it thus far.

A huge thank you to Bangalore Girl Friend Experience, They have remained steadfast through my dry spells, Wish me luck on making the next year of business far more successful than the first, as that is my plan.A Good Client from my point of view spends a significant portion of his life devoted, essentially, to finding the best deals in the escort business. He is prone to seeing many, many women in a short period of time (I have known many cleint to line up multiple call girls per day, for several, if not most, days of the week). I will admit, I use the term "Client" in a disparaging manner. To me, the concept embodies not only the frequency of activity but the manner in which these men undertake it. It describes a distinct type of client: a man whose only interest is bagging women -- as many of them as possible -- and rating them as a consumable product. Generally the cleints spend a significant amount of time on discussion boards bantering about the Escort Girls they have seen, and equally significant amounts of time scouring the internet for great deals. They are bargain shoppers, if you will, and they have an addiction to shopping this particular market. I have actually been privy to some of the male-only discussion areas regarding this business, and from a woman's perspective it is not a pretty sight.This is not to say that every Client who participates in online boards and discussions falls into this category. And it is certainly not anything but my own personal opinion (and bias) -- many men proudly identify in this world as Clients. Those are men I would rather spend time with.I suppose to put it succinctly: Clients truly see all women in this business as prostitutes. And in giving that description, I intend "prostitute" to hold the full force of the connotation behind it (which is a topic for a different discussion).It is no secret that the type of men to which I am referring frequent specific places online. Escort girls in this business know precisely the mainstream site, to which I am cryptically referring,

Escorting can make for a lonely lifestyle. I have never had an abundance of friends; I am close to a small group of people in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience team, none of whom know each other, most of whom do not even live in the same area as I do and I live in Indra Nagar. I have a couple local girlfriends with whom I speak fairly frequently, but sometimes it can be difficult talking to them since most of the stories I want to tell revolve around clients, the business, and how it is affecting my current decisions and daily schedule.

I notice that, with these friends, I end up talking at great length about very minor events in my life. If I were listening to someone else hash over the minutiae that I do, I would be rolling my eyes and making an excuse to go wash my hair. I exaggerate my relationship with my clients in order to "fit in" -- these girls all have significant others and should I remain without one for too long, they will begin to try setting me up. I would mention to friends every once in a while that I had a date with so-and-so, that I met a great doctor, and so on, but I cannot use this situational facade too frequently. If I were really dating as frequently as I go to appointments, they would want to meet the man in question, or they would begin to question me if I revealed that my dates were with so many different men.The awkwardness of not truly being able to discuss my life makes me shy away from the local friends I do have. I have never had a truly great imagination, and I am horrible at telling lies. So fabricating story after story about how I spend my time is out of the question. I try to play up the developments in my legitimate small business, and hope those who know me believe what I say.Visiting those friends who do live elsewhere in Bangalore city is somewhat tricky, This means I have to plan without telling my friends, and, potentially, that I have to schedule appointments around the time I am visiting with them. Hotel arrangements are often covert since friends believe I am in Ulsoor solely to see them and they would not dream of me spending money on a hotel -- most of them know that I am in a financial bind (remember, that is the reason I began escorting).

Escort Girls that I have met who are in the business of escorting are just as tricky. I do not trust them, nice and sweet as they seem. I give out fake names and ages, worry that I am revealing too much about myself to them, wonder if I should be sharing business information with them.I have taken to feeling extremely detached from this job. Not from the work, no, I enjoy the work. But I see most appointments as money until the moment I am in the person's presence. I think this is my way of calming the nerves and not working myself up over the meeting. Though I do enjoy the build-up and anticipation with a lot of clients, while I am actually getting ready and during the trip to meet the person, I remain extremely detached, not thinking about the nature of what lies ahead.I have an appointment this afternoon with a regular in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience Client list . Regular appointments start becoming slightly confusing to me. I am tempted to dress down in a Saree, to throw something on and run out the door with just barely enough leeway to appear on time.New appointments are almost never like this. Once in awhile they are, and I have to laugh at myself, sitting at home 2 hours before the date - hair a disaster, makeup smeared from the night before, unshowered, unshaven, completely unprepared. Yet I always manage to fix myself up and both present and play the part of a high-priced call girl in Bangalore City. In a normal situation, I will spend a good part of the day, or time in advance preparing for a new date, picking out a new outfit, some new lingerie, going to the salon, and so forth.Regulars, though. Depending on the client, I tend to not get too giddy at the prospect of the appointment. For one thing, some of my regulars tend to see me frequently enough that there is no thrill, no titillation, no pent-up desire to release. Some just do not incite any passion in me (and yet, there are some who do).The last time I saw this man, let us call him Rajesh, I put some effort into dressing up in Good Saree as most of my clients like me in a Saree; I treated him as if he were a new client, even though he was a regular by then. He mentioned that I looked great in Saree, and we lounged around in Brigade Road and chatted for a bit. Soon enough the clothes came off and I had to wonder if my preparation really mattered at all. It is hard to tell, sometimes. Perhaps the time that I spent reclining on his bed in my dress, the glass of Beer in my hand, was a visual turn-on to him. Maybe my makeup and hair is part of what he is paying for when he sees me. I tend not to think so, though.

Not that I think I should neglect my appearance. There is, however, a distinct difference between a dinner appointment and a casual appointment. First-timers are always dinner (occasionally lunch) appointments, and they tend to be a bit more formal, requiring a specific dress and demeanor. Hence my confusion with regulars. Do they expect me to continue dressing up? Daytime meetings allow a little leeway, but for an evening appointment, what is expected? I have never shown up to appointment in jeans, but I am tempted at times like this.Right now I am sitting in my bedroom, typing here when I should be showering, considering doing some laundry. I have about 90 minutes to get ready to see Satish, and I have no idea what I will wear. I am not even positive I have any clean dress -- or regular underwear, for that matter -- to wear for him. Sure, a whore can get away without the panties, but that tends to work best with a skirt. My dress style with Satish has been far more classy and elegant than a Saree with no underwear. Changing it up seems a bit risky; he is a good source of income, after all. On the other hand, maybe it would be fun for him.My original point was that the job is still a job. As I half-heartedly sort through my clothes trying to pick out an outfit, I keep telling myself: Just get it over with. Two hours and you're done; you'll have your [insert ridiculous amount of money here]. The reality is that I will see Satish and have a decent time. It will not be as cold and detached as I see it from out here. Satish actually does bring me to orgasm, and he as sweet and non-threatening a client as they come. He is not particularly attractive, but neither is he obese or unattractive. I have a strong urge to masturbate right now, but I will save it for Satish.Last night I left the hotel where I was seeing a client and as I left, I smiled and sashayed past the attendants as I always do. And as always, they (always men, never women) smiled effusively and know-towed to me on my way out, grabbing doors, bowing and tipping hats, generally falling over themselves to help me.This particular hotel is one that I have visited multiple times, and it is not the only one where I make a semi-regular appearance.Because I do not book hotels -- I merely visit my clients wherever they are staying -- I do not have much say in where I show my face, or how often it happens. Though it is relatively unlikely that I will run into the same employees every time I visit a given location, I do often feel that they are smiling.
Let's face it: I am an attractive young woman and a great looking escort, who walks into any five-star hotel in Bangalore city alone, dressed in my best, with good hair and makeup. I am not carrying any luggage, only a large purse, and I smile and greet the attendants on my way in while my heels mark my passage down to the vector bank. I almost always meet a gentleman in the hotel lounge (which is usually near the entrance) and accompany him up to his room.

One or two, sometimes three or four, hours later, I click-clack my way back down the hall; put-together but perhaps not quite as impeccably as I was on my way in. As I make my way towards the door, the procession of attendants begins again. Often, I give them a sly smirk -- I cannot help it, I feel as though they are in on the secret, and they probably are -- as I wait for them to open the door. I am ever so pleasant, occasionally jovial, and they are like little boys, eager to please me as I head off into the night. Sometimes I catch them nudging each other with their elbows when they think it is outside my field of vision.I know they can't help but notice my slightly-tousled hair, or the simple fact that I spent only a couple hours in the hotel, visiting a room, before I leave again. Or, in some cases, the fact that I was at the very same hotel only a few days earlier, or last week, playing the same game.Sometimes I wonder how many of us the hotel workers must see in any given day, week, or weekend. I do not know if they suspect anything at all, if they suspect but wonder about whether it is possible, or if they just know flat out what is going on beneath their noses. Does it amuse them? I cannot imagine that they are clueless as to what the girls like us are doing. I play coy and hope that they are on my side, which they appear to be.I have still been taking appointments from Bangalore Girl Friend Experience, though not many. but I also do not feel the conflict that I did a month or two ago about taking appointments. Basically I have made a decision and I have chosen to de business with Bangalore Girl Friend Experience I hate to say it so bluntly, but this is the truth. I am not sure whether Bangalore Girl Friend Experience is what I had hoped, or if I really am not meant to be in a committed relationship right now. We are still together, but we wanted to take things slowly and I have just been letting it crawl along. Such a pace is not at all conducive to passion, and in my opinion, slightly counterproductive to the formation of intimacy. Luckily, the passion quota is being fulfilled by my business escapades. Intimacy, we shall see where that goes.I still believe Bangalore Girl Friend Experience and would make an excellent Concern to work with.At the same time, my original conflict when this situation began must mean there is a glimmer of romanticism in me somewhere. I harbor visions of a family, of a committed and loving relationship somewhere inside me. Yet, when the possibility arises, I lose all interest in making it a reality. The allure of the adventure of being with different men beckons so strongly. Or is it that the threat of commitment scares me away?

For the past several months I have taken nearly two weeks off from escorting, each month. Sometimes it is self-imposed, such as during the STD scare (all clear, by the way), and sometimes it is just due to the ebb and flow of clients.Each time I schedule my first appointment after the break, I am incredibly nervous. It is as if I am a novice escort all over again. I worry intensely about whether my screening process is adequate, whether I will live up to the client's expectations, whether the client and I will actually click, whether I will get found out this time --I have a new client tomorrow and I have been screening him relentlessly. He was a bit harder to verify than some, until now, I still considered myself a fairly newbie- escort. Yes, I have been at it for longer than many, but I did not see very many clients and considered each one a new and exhilarating experience.For the most part, I still find a certain thrill in seeing new clients. Of course, there is currently the dark cloud of my fear of STDs, which has only slightly abated, but I am trying to re-assess my risks and precautions in order to deal with that.I keep a calendar where I mark down the days that I work as an escort; I only ever see one client per day, so by looking at the day I can generally remember who I saw and what the experience was like.

That time has ended for me. I was looking over my calendar for this month and I noticed that I had two appointments just last week. My first reaction was to think that I was mistaken -- I did not remember seeing two clients so recently. My second was to rack my brain over who they were. Once I remembered who the clients were, I did not, as I used to, go over the details of our time together -- I simply remembered their names and faces, and then promptly erased the memories from my mind.I only have one month's worth of savings, so I need to get on the ball with some other sources of income if I really intend to go through with this break. Hopefully I can stick to my guns and ignore any new bookings no matter how much I need the money. My newfound ability to instantaneously forget about appointments makes it ever-so-tempting to continue on this way -- perhaps not using escorting as my main source of income, but taking the errant appointment here and there for extra cash. I am being forced to question a lot of the ideals in my life -- what do I truly want out of life, what are my goals, what is my motivation?.I have always been introspective, oftentimes to a fault, I am sure. I can become overly brooding and moody when left to my own devices. Most people do not see this side of me as I can be an extrovert when needed. And for the past couple years, especially during the time frame since I started escorting, I have conveniently focused on the extrovert side and ignored my nagging thoughts about my inner self. "Where are you going?"."What matters to you?"."What do you contribute to the world?"

"Do you truly care about anything?"

It is so easy to flit through life, aimless but for the goal of getting through the next day, the next week, paying off this month's rent. With no goals, it is easy to scoff at the idea of a relationship. Why would I need or want one? Every second, every minute of every day is all about me, right here, right now. This mindset does not bother me. Not really. Not very much. Maybe a little.Maybe even a lot. I just do not want to see it.

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