From Stripper in montréal to becoming an Escort girl
How I transitioned from being a Full-time lap dancer to a full-time escort
I was twenty years old, when I started lap dancing at a popular branded night club in Montréal.
Montréal is one of the top cities of Canada and I moved there from Québec city, because I wanted to come out of the closet without having to worry about disappointing my family.
I had just finished my nursing course at laval university and I wanted to work as a midwife. I knew Montréal and Longueuil had hospitals with huge maternity wards, so I thought that it was a perfect match, since I was a secret stripper!
I had no experience, and I was required to have further qualifications to become a nurse, more qualifications that would cost more money that I didn’t have.
I was a party girl
I had a party lifestyle as most girls do. When I moved to Montréal, I moved into a shared house with other student doctors and nurses, they also loved a drink and wanted to let off steam at the weekends, as well as in the odd night in the week.
To gain a social circle I got sucked in and my overdraft got bigger and bigger.
After living off pot noodles for two months and still not enrolling onto the course, but knowing that I still desperately wanted to become a nurse, I decided that I needed to find a job that was full time and would mean I could save and pay for my further school fees.
I tried working in bars and cafes, but my bills and costs of living swallowed the few hundred dollars I made each month.
A stripper in Montréal
One day, in the first week of January 2016, I was in a bar and left my friends to go and clean up in the toilets. There I got chatting to a girl who was dressed head to toe in designer gear. She looked expensive and carried herself in an elegant style. After some social niceties and me lusting over her outfit, I asked her what she did for work. Bold as brass she told me she was a stripper at Platinum lace and then went on to say she has also just started working for an Montreal escort agency.
I ignored the escort comment, as I was so transfixed by the idea of being a stripper.
That night I went home and googled strip clubs in Montreal, serval popped up and before I knew it, I was filling in the application form and setting my phone camera on timer: trying to take sexy pictures of my in stupid positions.
Within 2 weeks I had my first job in the Montréal adult sex industry.
Working at a strip club
My rota was about as unsociable as it’s possible to imagine and I had not told my housemates or family about my new career choice. However, at the time I was only thinking about the money and how this would help get me into my real career of being a nurse.
I worked 3 nights a week to start with: 8 pm till 5 am, meaning that I was tired, and my sleeping pattern was completely screwed.
At first, I was earning more money than I had expected: a good couple of hundred a night. With the additional bonus that dancing for men didn’t bother me, as I had absolutely no sexual interest in with them. So, I had no risk of falling in love with a customer like so many other girls who worked at the strip club.
I needed 12,000$ for my nurse course. As well as paying my 800$ rent each month and the cost of my car and food, not to mention the overdraft that has snowballed since I moved into Montreal
Being a stripper also meant that I needed sexy outfits to entice clients into private dances, which is where the better money was, these weren’t cheap but I saw them as an investment.
I enrolled in the nurse course at the end of March, but all 12,000$ of the course fees was due 2 weeks before the course started at the end of June.
The stripping money was unpredictable, some nights I would go home with less than a hundred, others I would go home with 600-700$. But the longer I stayed at the strip Club the slower the earnings got.
I panicked about what I could do. If I dropped out of the course, it would be another year untill I could enrol again, and I had already pushed my career plans further back than I intended. One night, backstage at the strip club, on a particularly bad night when there were only a few punters and the ones that were present seemed to be tighter than a duck’s arse. I broke down, I was sleep-deprived, and the pressure of the looming financial difficulties was crushing me. I sat crying for a good hour until another girl came in: rushing around to get her things. I didn’t take much notice and she didn’t give me a second look. Once she left, I could hear other girls stood in the mirror room and they were gossiping and bitching about the girl who had just left. Laughing and joking about how she sleeps with the clients, and how she can afford a new BMW, and buy what she wanted, when she wanted.
I went home and I kept thinking about how jealous those girls were, clearly bitching because she was earning a lot, while they were scrambling around for 20$ on a hot sweaty stage with their tits out.
Escorting in Mtl
I wasn’t working for the next few nights and I had planned out how I would approach the girl who the other girls had been bitching about.
It was 2 weeks before we worked the same shift again, at 5 am I watched her troll off into the changing rooms and I hurried after her. I started off with small talk and told her all about my dreams of being a nurse and money struggles hoping she would offer up the information. In return, she told me about how she was a single mum but lived with her parents so had full-time babysitters, which meant that she could work to earn enough money to pay her bills and support her family. Becoming a Sex worker wasn’t her career choice, but it paid the bills. She had dream of owning her own cleaning company when she was my age, but soon came to the realisation that with a young son at home and bills as high as mine it wouldn’t be the quick win that she needed.
After the convo got dry, I plucked up the courage to ask why she was hurrying off so quickly the last night. She pretty much ignored me, so I came out with it. “Do you do client sex work as well”. She smirked and said: “I think you mean to say, are you an escort?”, “yes”, she said, “yes I am”.
I was relieved, we didn’t know each other and if I had got the wrong information, I could have really offended her.
I babbled on for a while about how I had overheard some other girls in the club were working as “escorts” and that the girl who I met in the toilet who set me on my path to stripping had also vaguely mentioned it.
She knew I was asking for a reason and without me having to ask directly she told me she worked for a popular agency called dreamgirls in Montréal. That she took 120$ and hour and doesn’t have to do much for it. It’s more about conversation and teasing the client, than actual sex. The fact she was a professional lap dancer really helped, as the clients loved the tease leaving little time for anything else unless they booked another hour of course.
She said she works a few hours at the escort agency every weekday night, if she isn’t on shift at the strip club. Then she will rotate her weekend between stripping and escorting. But she was going to leave stripping in the next few weeks as she just didn’t need it anymore.
I was fascinated and she told me all about the clients she saw, the services she offered and how the agency is very flexible with her hours.
When we finished chatting it was nearly 6.30M and my bed was calling. She took my number and said it was good to have a friend with similar struggles as her.
Joining the escort agency
The next afternoon I woke up to a text from her saying that her agency was recruiting and that they were looking for girls for duo appoinments. Which would be perfect for me as I needed someone to show me the ropes and the ultimate highlight would be that I would get to perform with a girl, which made me very excited.
My first couple of appointments were awkward and I was all fingers and thumbs. I felt ugly compared to the other girls and I didn’t know how to treat the male clients when they wanted to get involved in the duo action.
The money spoke for itself though. I called into the montreal strip club sick for a week, so I could give the escorting a good go, and in the first week, I earned over a grand. I hadn’t ever gotten that much at the strip club, with the most that I had ever walked out with being 1000$ for my 3 nights a week, and that was when I was brand new so got a lot more tips. The hours were less at the Montréal escort agency, but more profitable and I didn’t have to sit around a dingy club half naked desperate for a man to offer to buy me a drink, so I had the chance to tempt him with a dance.
The strip club found out that I was calling in sick, so I could escort, and I got a rather rude phone call which ended with me being sacked. I wasn’t bothered as I was loving life and was barely able to close my purse due to the amount of 50$ notes in it.
It took me 3 weeks to get my own solo appointment and I liked it. I felt empowered as a woman and actually got turned on by the guy.
In the weeks leading up to my course, I scrimped and saved working every night and I got my course money together.
Escorting and money
I have now graduated from my course and I’m now a full-time nurse at the age of 25.
My sex career is behind me. But I’m not saying it’s for good. I would still be keen to do it part-time for a bit extra money, but am now a happily married wife with my beautiful partner.
I wanted to write this article because although it’s not an easy decision to make, working as an escort meant I could have the career I always dreamed of. Maybe one day I will go back to it and aspire to be something else, but for now, I’m happy. I often wonder where I would be now if I hadn’t taken the risk and gone through with the strip club or the escorting. Probably back living with my parents in Québec city, with less than half the life experience I have now.