The Secret Life of a Bay Street Hooker
The X-rated trade secrets of a Bay Street call girl. She’s sophisticated, smart and open minded. She meets her clients at Le Germain or the Hazelton and gives them what they want.
On an unseasonably warm evening in October, Chloë Marcelle decided to walk to work. Her slim figure encased in a silk blouse, silver-speckled Chanel leather skirt, net stockings and black silk Manolos, she left her apartment and strolled through the downtown core to her favourite boutique hotel, Le Germain on Mercer Street.
One thing you should probably know about Chloë before you read any further is that “Chloë Marcelle” is not her real name. It’s an alias she uses, as all escorts do, for the purpose of separating her real life (single mom, graduate degree holder) from her sex trade persona (naughty little minx, does bareback blow jobs but no anal). Dark-haired, pretty and creamy-skinned, she could be Italian, French or Greek. She’s in her mid-30s but could easily pass for 29. She has a knockout body: medium height, trim, toned and teacup-breasted. Her teeth, which she reveals often in easy, winning smiles, were recently straightened and bleached. Her wide-open daisy eyes suggest a fondness for cosmetic filler. But more striking than any of this is her effervescence. She is witty, insightful and self-revealing by turns. In other words, good value for money.
In the minimalist cocktail lounge at Le Germain, she meets her client. Let’s call him Ed. Ed is a regular. A successful Toronto businessman in his mid-60s, he’s a widower with no interest in remarrying. Chloë has been seeing him for more than a year now. They meet a couple of times a month to catch up and enjoy each other’s company.
Ed is in a good mood, as usual. He greets her with a kiss on the cheek and a compliment on her appearance, which she happily accepts, having spent many hours primping, shaving and hot-rollering her hair into submission in anticipation of their date. They have cocktails—a martini for her and scotch for him—then take a taxi to Zucca Trattoria on Yonge Street. The restaurant is Chloë’s choice, recommended to her by a chef friend. Ed orders the four-course tasting menu for two and a bottle of her favourite pinot grigio. Over the meal they chat about work and family. Ed is curious about what Chloë does with her days. She mentions her devotion to yoga and Pilates and how she likes to sew. He thinks this is funny. “You’re retired,” he teases her, and they both have a good laugh. The joke, of course, is that she’s working as they speak. What she doesn’t mention is that she has two children, a boy and a girl under the age of 10, who are at home right now with her ex‑boyfriend (their father).
In addition to grooming and yoga, Chloë spends most days updating her Web site, communicating with clients, arranging her schedule and checking out the competition. Most Toronto independents, like Chloë, operate their own Web sites and advertise on such hubs as terb.ca (the Toronto Escort Review Board) and Eros Guide Toronto. She also reads the on-line review boards, where “hobbyists” (the industry term for men who use different call girls regularly, almost as a sport) congregate to rate and comment on different escorts. Her reviews are generally very good. One man calls her “the most wonderful and erotic experience of my life.” Another compares her to Miss Crump on The Andy Griffith Show and a young Suzanne Pleshette.
When Chloë isn’t ferrying her children around to after-school classes, she specializes in out-calls—meaning she will meet her clients at an agreed-upon location. Her work takes place almost entirely in high-end downtown hotels—the Hazelton, the King Eddie, the Park Hyatt—though she’s made calls to the Drake and the Gladstone, as well. She prefers Le Germain because the staff are unintrusive and the bar is dark and cozy. “A true gentleman’s hotel,” she calls it. She charges $375 an hour, $700 for two hours, and extra for travel outside the GTA. Most appointments last a couple of hours, but occasionally she gets booked on an overnight, for which she earns $2,600. Like this particular night.
Over dinner, Ed tells her about problems he’s having at the office—cutbacks and difficult decisions ahead. Chloë offers some sympathetic advice, then gently turns the conversation back to their date. With a coy smile, she begins painting a vivid picture of the lingerie hidden beneath her blouse and skirt.
They take a taxi back to the hotel and head up to Ed’s room. There is a thick envelope of cash on the dresser, and when Ed goes into the bathroom she slips it into her handbag. She doesn’t count it—she knows he’s good for the money. When Ed emerges, he presents Chloë with a token of his appreciation: an amber necklace and a pair of earrings. Nothing precious or pretentious, just a simple gift that’s suited to her understated style. Chloë is touched.
Instead of saying thank you, she kisses him. She always makes the first move. A deep, intimate French kiss. Like a teenage girl, she prides herself on make-out technique. It took her a while to realize that clients expect her to take control in this way, to be the professional who guides the action—which she does, all the way through to the end. Sex, pillow talk, massage and sleep.
At 6:45 a.m., she unlocks the front door to her apartment. She has 15 minutes to change before the kids are up.
Toronto has traditionally been an agency town—a hub city that attracts a high number of international (mostly American) business travellers, lonely, road-weary and willing to pay escort agencies for company. Hard numbers are difficult to come by, since most sex work is conducted under the table, but people who work in the industry say there are roughly 50 out-call agencies operating in Toronto. (Of these, 10 to 20 are considered established, professionally run and profitable high-end outfits.) Agency escorts have for years operated openly and with minimal police interference simply because it isn’t cost effective for police to go after them.
Terb.ca lists escort agencies as well as independent escorts, massage parlours (or “holistic healing centres,” as they are sometimes called) and independent masseuses. The larger, more established agencies, such as Cupid’s, Select and Mirage, have anywhere from 20 to 50 escorts working for them at a time. Smaller outfits, such as Exquisite or Aphrodite’s, have only a handful.
High-end escorts are, by and large, either full-time students or career women moonlighting for extra cash. Ranging in age from late teens to mid-30s (though with a mean age closer to mid-20s), most escorts are either Caucasian and Canadian born or of Asian or eastern European descent. When a woman is on call, she either waits at home or goes to the agency office space. Once a client calls for her, she’s then taken by car to a hotel or residence (though most agency work is done in hotel rooms) to meet them. The driver will wait for her outside. Higher end outfits in Toronto charge around $250 an hour, with the agency taking anywhere from 35 to 50 per cent. Escorts here are a bargain compared to New York, where many agencies charge between $600 and $1,500 an hour. (The most notorious is the Emperor’s Club, the agency that booked Eliot Spitzer’s infamous night with Ashley Dupré, which cost him $4,300 and his career.)
The agency market in Toronto is close to saturated. “We’ve got girls coming from Vancouver, Halifax and Montreal who all want to work in this city, and this has kept prices down,” says one of the more reputable agency owners. His company, one of the biggest in the country, employs roughly 50 escorts, three receptionists (“phone girls” in escort parlance) and six drivers, and operates out of a commercial office space downtown. He claims to clear only about $50,000 to $60,000 a year in profit. He also has a full-time job and a wife and family.
The glut of agencies in Toronto may help explain the rise in the number of independent escorts, as more and more women seek to carve out more money for themselves. That, along with the growth of the Internet and the fact that the laws governing prostitution have made it easier for the escort industry to operate safely and with relative impunity. While buying and selling sex isn’t technically illegal, federal laws introduced in 1985 made many of the activities surrounding it illegal. These included running a bawdy house, living off the avails of prostitution and, most importantly, communicating for the purpose of prostitution. The latter was an attempt to address the conspicuous nature of street prostitution, but it created what activists have called a “two-tier” sex trade, dividing prostitutes into those who work the streets (an estimated five to 20 per cent of prostitutes) and those who work indoors.
In September, Ontario superior court judge Susan Himel ruled that these three key provisions violated the Charter of Rights and contributed to the danger faced by prostitutes. The prohibition against bawdy houses made many sex workers dependent on strangers in vehicles; the inability to live off the avails of prostitution made it illegal for sex trade workers to organize as employers and employees and to take certain precautions, like hiring security guards; and the communication provision forced already vulnerable street prostitutes to make hasty and potentially dangerous decisions for fear of being prosecuted by police.
The decision will have little effect on the majority of escorts doing out-calls, which were, barring those provisions, already legal. However, it does open the door to more prostitutes doing in-calls, or working freely out of their homes. Alan Young, the criminal lawyer who led the court challenge, predicts the ruling will clear the path for even more high-end independents, whom he calls “the new generation” of Toronto sex workers. “The vast majority of sex work takes place indoors and is, by extension, lower risk,” he says.
Himel acknowledged that her decision could lead to a rise in brothels—although from most accounts, that particular horse has already left the barn. Valerie Scott, a sex trade worker and one of the applicants in the case, has said that she finds the fear of brothels on every street laughable. “Every block in Toronto already has a brothel on it. People just don’t know it.”
“I’d say that most condos in this city have escorts working out of them,” says Detective Wendy Leaver of the Toronto Police Service Special Victims Unit
Detective Wendy Leaver of the Toronto Police Service Special Victims Unit says that most of the prostitutes she used to see on the street have gone indoors. “Besides the escort agencies, you have the women in the massage parlours and those working inside the condos and apartments,” she says. “Very few condos in the city would not have escorts working out of them.” She confirms that there are already at least 200 in-call agencies, or brothels, operating in the city.
Both the federal and provincial governments have already launched appeals to Judge Himel’s ruling, but if it stands, Toronto sex trade workers would be free to operate out of their homes, hire a secretary, bodyguard and driver, all without fear of police interference. They could conduct their business openly and professionally, declaring their occupations on their tax returns and lobbying for industry standards and health regulations. The ruling has been hailed by the city’s sex trade activists as a victory in helping to ensure the safety of prostitutes everywhere. It may also help do away with some of the trade’s attendant paranoia. As one independent escort recently confided to me, “Everything within the law was so grey. If I met a client more than once in his home, it would be classed as a bawdy house. If I did in-calls, it would be the same.” She says she knows and trusts her clients and would feel that much more secure if she could use her own place. “I know what I do isn’t criminal,” she says. “But every time I see a cop, I think they’re looking for me.”
On the face of it, there is nothing exceptional about Chloë’s upbringing. She grew up in north Toronto in what she describes as a “close-knit and traditional” middle-class family. Chloë recalls a sheltered childhood influenced by religion. She won’t reveal which faith. Her exact age, real name and religious background are the only three topics she refuses to discuss.
According to Chloë, she was only 11 when her father died, though she insists the event did not scar her. “He was an authoritarian,” she says. “I shed a few tears, and I was freed.” While some of her family members turned inward, Chloë became a rebellious teen. She got kicked out of high school for truancy and enrolled in a cosmetology course at a community college. Though she acted out, it was not with boys. Chloë didn’t lose her virginity until she was 18.
Eventually, she decided to go back to school and enrolled in the undergrad program at York, where she majored in history. (She would later complete a master’s degree in the same subject.) Her favourite historical figure was Louis XIV. She loved the stories of life at court in Versailles—the opulence, the decadence, the shameless promiscuity. “I remember reading about the lives of his mistresses and thinking, ‘That’s the life.’ ”
Her transformation into “Chloë” did not occur in a seedy nightclub or dark back alley. There were no pimps or oily strip club managers involved in her evolution from good girl to what she calls “the H word” (hooker). Instead, it occurred in a thoughtful, austere sort of way: in a lecture hall at York. It was there that she first encountered the works of Michel Foucault. Reading him, she remembers, she felt something blooming inside her. The French postmodernist articulated everything she had suspected about the world but hadn’t yet found the words to express. She began openly questioning accepted notions of sexuality and gender and dismissing morality as a vague social construct. She found herself wondering things like, Why can’t I work with my vagina when other people work with their hands? And what’s the point of breaking from religion if you don’t break from religious cultural taboos, as well?
Soon after, Chloë began putting ads on the “Intimate Encounters” sections of such dating sites as Lavalife and Ashley Madison—the sections where people look for hookups as opposed to relationships. The proposition was clear: she was an attractive young woman willing to provide company and sex in exchange for gifts. Some men took her shopping for clothes. Another bought her groceries. No money changed hands. While the dates served as a way for Chloë to dip a pedicured toe into the shallows of sex work, she soon realized that a girl cannot live on Holt Renfrew gift cards alone. “It took me a long time to get to the point where I could admit what it was I was after,” she says.
Around the same time, she became involved in a relationship with a male neighbour, a fellow student. Though she says she never envisioned herself spending the rest of her life with him—they never married or even officially cohabited during their eight years together—they both wanted children. She got pregnant toward the end of her undergrad degree and had her son; three years later, during her first masters degree, she had her daughter.
While working on her second graduate degree—this one in education—Chloë decided to officially make the leap into professional escorting. She claims that everything in her life pointed toward it. “When I tried to look for a straight job, sexuality kept coming up in the interviews. I never knew if the managers were serious or if they wanted to take things further and discuss it over a drink. At a certain point, I just felt it was my calling.” She worked briefly as a supply teacher but didn’t like it.
Her ex is a dedicated co-parent. While she provides sole financial support for the children, he provides child care on a moment’s notice. He is one of a tiny circle of friends who know what she does for a living. He doesn’t like it, she says, but he also knows he doesn’t have a say.
When Chloë first decided to go pro, she signed up at an agency specializing in high-end escorts for hour-long sessions, courtesan dinner dates or business travel. She worked hard, sometimes doing as many as five or six calls a night. She was popular with clients, who often made repeat appointments. For the most part, Chloë says she enjoyed the work. The manager who ran the place was good to her and helped show her the ropes. But agency escorts can’t be as choosey about their clients as independents. “The ick factor is much higher,” she says.
Many clients keep in touch on a daily basis, sending affectionate texts and e-mails. “They really do think of me as their girlfriend, and I see them as the men I’m dating”
There were the cheap guys, who tried to trick her into staying longer than they were paying for. And there were the hobbyists, who would book three or four agency girls back to back. There was also a rich crackhead who liked to order her up when he was on a binge. Sometimes they’d hang out in a room at the Four Seasons, or at his luxuriously appointed midtown penthouse. “Sometimes he was so high he couldn’t even have sex,” she remembers. “The smell of crack permeated his skin. He smoked constantly. The pipe never left his hand.”
Chloë worked for the agency on and off for a couple of years, to pay her way through grad school. “In the end, the work came to feel like a bit of a grind,” she says, adding with a grin, “no pun intended.” She also had nagging concerns about safety. While agencies provide a buffer between the client and the prostitute, they also reduce her ability to make decisions for herself. The women on the front desk don’t necessarily have the interests of the escort in mind, and are liable to be less discerning about, say, a prospective client who communicates in an aggressive manner. “People think if you work at an agency you’re more protected, and that’s just not true,” Chloë explains. “There’s no big burly guy to step in and defend you. Agencies aren’t into protecting girls; they’re into making money.”
Since going independent two years ago, Chloë has been making between $70,000 and $90,000 a year, in cash. She has a sizable amount of money (in the low six figures) squirrelled away in safety deposit boxes around the city. “I make sure to save about 30 per cent of my income,” she says. “I have goals for my children, and I want to buy a house at some point.” She says she aims to earn between $5,000 and $8,000 a month and can usually do so by working two or three nights per week on average. “It fluctuates wildly. I can’t control the market or men’s libidos.” Some months are better than others. For example, summers are notoriously dismal because clients go on family holidays. For Chloë, last summer’s dry spell ended when a Saudi Prince flew into town and hired her for an overnight.
Chloë pays her taxes on time every year. On her tax return, she claims to be a freelance writer. Her expenses—lingerie, makeup, clothing, electrolysis—are relatively low. She is teaching herself how to do her own Web design and recently had business cards made. Next time you find yourself in the bar or lobby of the Hazelton or Four Seasons, keep an eye out for them. They depict a young woman, face obscured, lithe body in a leopard print cami with garters and stockings. On the back is her Web address.
As an independent, Chloë does better with older men than young ones. For one thing, they can afford her. For another, they are more interested in the art of conversation, one of her more mentionable talents. Today, her regular client base consists largely of executive types (Bay Street lawyers and bankers predominate) ranging in age from 40 to late 60s, with wives and children safely ensconced in houses on leafy streets uptown.
For these married men, Chloë offers a service that, in on-line sex trade parlance, is known as the GFE or “the girlfriend experience.” This means that in addition to sex, she provides conversation, companionship, kissing and cuddling—a deeper and more comprehensive intimate experience, not unlike an old-fashioned courtesan. Some clients like to take her out for dinner first. Others prefer a morning appointment followed by lunch. One regular, an engineer, often books theatre tickets. Another sometimes takes her out to lunch during the week just to catch up (for this, she doesn’t charge). Occasionally, if a client is single, he will even take her as his date to a wedding or a work event. If anyone asks how they met, she responds truthfully: “On the Internet.”
Many keep in touch with her on a daily basis, sending affectionate texts and e-mails and sharing the details of their lives, just as they would in a normal relationship. “They really do think of me as their girlfriend,” Chloë says. “And I see them as the men I’m dating.” She gives and receives unprotected oral sex but uses a condom for intercourse. She gets tested regularly for STDs.
Summers are notoriously dismal because clients go on family holidays. For Chloë, last summer’s dry spell ended when a Saudi prince flew into town and hired her for an overnight
Call girls offering GFE stand in sharp contrast to those specializing in PSE—porn star experience—which generally means hardcore sex with little romantic or social interaction involved. The problem with the GFE is that it can lead to emotional complications. One client, a married man who works in the software business, recently sussed out her real identity through exhaustive on-line searching. Once he’d figured out her name and address, he sent flowers to her home. Chloë was not amused. She is protective of her real-life identity and is not on Facebook or Twitter for precisely that reason. At their next meeting, she warned the client he needed to respect her boundaries, but she didn’t stop seeing him.
For Chloë, working and living in the downtown core means her two lives occasionally intersect. Once she bumped into a regular client while he was shopping for produce with his wife in Kensington Market. The wife, she remembers, was attractive and elegant. “You should have seen the look on his face; I thought he was going to die!” Another client turned out to be the brother of a friend. They’d never met, but she recognized him right away. When she explained the connection, the client was fine with it. Sometimes she takes her daughter for a play date across the street from a former client’s house in Little Italy. “I keep expecting him to appear on his front step, but thank God he never has,” she says.
According to Chloë, none of her married clients are interested in leaving their wives. If anything, she says, they are protective of their marriages, preferring a clear-cut arrangement with a hooker to the risk and drama of a full-blown extra-marital affair. “It’s a myth that men talk about their marital problems with escorts,” she says. “If they do talk about their marriages, it’s generally to say that they aren’t having sex at home.” Even if they are, it may not be the kind of sex they’re after. There are some things most men want, she explains, but aren’t comfortable asking of their partners. Asked to elaborate, she looks coy, then lowers her voice and tells me that she does “a lot of anal work” with her clients. This is an erogenous zone most women overlook in men, she says: “I have a little strap-on I sometimes like to put on, and they’re totally into it. I’ve only ever had one client turn me down.”
Like most independents, Chloë has a strict set of standards a new client must meet—a security checklist of sorts—before she will confirm a booking. Part of this checklist is to minimize the risk of dangerous clients, but mostly it’s just to weed out the tire kickers. For an independent escort, time wasters are the biggest liability—the teenagers pulling pranks, the cheapskates who want explicit photos or men who simply want to e-mail back and forth for hours. There are the guys who don’t have the nerve to meet in person but just get off on the idea of a prostitute. She estimates that half the people who contact her are not serious about going through with a booking. “It’s like nicky nicky nine doors,” she says. “And if you’re not careful, it can eat up all your time.”
New clients must provide either a real name and work phone number or two references from other respected call girls. Alternatively, she’ll accept a $100 deposit via e-mail money transfer. She, in turn, is regularly asked to provide references for her own clients. Independent escorts keep track of who’s working in the industry through the Internet review boards and hub sites.
It’s not a foolproof system. Just recently she lost a night’s work with a visiting American businessman who’d booked her to come to a hotel near the airport. He gave her a room number, but when she called and asked the front desk to check the booking, they gave her a woman’s name. She got a bad feeling and opted to stay home with her kids. It wasn’t until later that the client got in touch to say the room was booked under his secretary’s name. For a call girl, that’s just the cost of doing business. (He did book her the next time he came through town.)
For Chloë, sex is the easy part. It’s the secrecy that’s hard. Last year, when her daughter had a “What my mommy does for work” project for school, Chloë said she was a freelance copywriter for an ad firm (a job she’d tried briefly in the past). “It’s going to be more difficult to fool them as they get older,” she says, “and they notice most of my work takes place after 11 o’clock at night and that I wear high heels and cocktail dresses to work.”
Since breaking up with her ex, Chloë has dated a couple of men but has never allowed things to get serious. Nor has she ever been open about her profession with anyone she was romantically involved with (apart from her ex). She feels her profession is best conducted without the interference of a jealous partner, and she wouldn’t want to be put in the position of having to choose between her profession and her relationship. As a result, in the past two years she’s only had sex once without being paid for it.
Like a dancer or a model, a high-end call girl’s career arc is relatively short, the big earning years cut off by the merciless market demand for youth. A couple of times during our interviews, she says she’d like to marry one of her clients, a divorced businessman who is fond of her but unfortunately doesn’t “do” kids. Another time, she mentions she’s considered finding work in sales or marketing.
The last time we meet for lunch she arrives breathless, buoyant and 10 minutes late. A young businessman in his 20s just tried to pick her up in the street. When he suggested a drink, she smiled and said it sounded like he needed to get laid. The man staggered back, then looked interested, so she handed him a business card and walked away. He hasn’t called yet, but she’s certain he will.
Toronto Life needs better fact checkers: it’s “Justice Himel”, not “Judge Himel”.
Of Chloe’s decision to become a prostitute you write, “it occurred in a thoughtful, austere sort of way: in a lecture hall at York”, and I say, please give me a break. This story is nothing more than a fantasy, and a poorly written one at that. Leah McLaren probably viewed her copy of “Pretty Woman” one too many times, and it pushed her over the edge.
have to agree with previous poster but have to add
this was a stupidly written article and couldn’t the writer think of a more authentic name other than “Chloe” just another reason why I canceled my subscription
you really need to get a better writer but then who is this one related to???
nepotism really really sucks but it sure is thriving in Canada
oh, great. leah’s off ruining another publication. first the globe and mail, and now toronto life. how about the wall street journal next?
by god, you may be the next solution for over population! people will be so ill from your unjustified, garbage stories that they’d just stop reproducing in hope of never having a child grow up to write like you.
Sorry Dan — you’re wrong. The writer is not referencing Himel by title, so “judge” is correct. On the other hand, it’s the “Superior Court of Justice.”
Me, I got turned off by Leah when she devoted an 800-word column in the Globe on her sudden realization that she has pretty feet.
I feel so sorry for this woman’s children.
I’ve read this story again and am willing to give Leah a pass. It contains some fine reporting and offers much more information on the subject than most of us (I hope) can claim to have. AB — you are free to stop reproducing.
What a great topic….not. Its nice to see that Toronto Life promotes this line of living. Nice life, playful, good income..highend, classy. Why, you can get gifts and dinner! Just because you are educated does not make you smart. Fantastic that “Chloe” gets tested for STDs and wears condoms during intercourse, but she is proud to advertise that she gives bare back BJs??? Ummm….hello? She doesn’t see the risk in that? If this coy lil minx had some intelligence, why can’t see find a respectable job where she doesn’t have to lie to her children, family and the majority of people in her personal life…not to mention potential BFs? Really, how many men really want to be dating a prostitute?? or to find out her real profession after dating her for a while…the betrayal and the risk!!! As for the writer, there is so much more out there to be exploring and writing about other than trying to make filth look so glam!
Classy. I guess you could say the Hotel Le Germain puts the “Ho” in Hotel. What a great business story for them, as for me, I’ll be staying somewhere else.
With 10 years of school, post highschool (2 years of college, 4 years of undergrad, 2 master’s degrees) she could only be a hooker?
Maybe I am wrong, but you go to school so you don’t end up on the streets or selling your body for money
Don’t pay any attention to these negative commenters Leah….I personally thought it was an extremely interesting topic and you did a fine job of presenting it in a way we seldom get to be privy to. I think the escort profession makes complete sense and is meeting the needs of all parties involved on many different levels. At least these people, their clients, and the profession is honest…too bad I can’t say the same for most marriages and relationships. Not everything in life comes in a perfect little gift wrapped box that you can show to all your friends and meets societal expectations. And who cares whether her name is Chloe or any other fictitious name. And as for names…. one never knows…. these boutique hotels may see the article as great promotion, afterall, its not like anything is going on there that wouldn’t normally go on behind closed doors…. what difference does the formality of a little piece of paper called a “Marriage Certificate” make?…..besides hypocrisy?
I’m surprised at how little money she makes in her mid thirties with a Master’s degree… she’d do better financially getting a proper job….
this is awesome! now I know why so many married men in my social circel prefer to stay at the LG…good laugh. too bad for their wives.
I just looked up “Chloe’s” website.
On the front homepage she is showcasing a pair of man hands and the ugliest shoes I have ever seen.
Pass.
Somehow I don’t think she’ll miss the likes of you Mikey. The article didn’t give the impression that CATTY men were her choice for a dinner date.
I thought it was a really good article that enlightened on some aspects of this world that I had no clue about. I don’t know why anyone would take the time to criticize these 2 women because they obviously have something going for them or they wouldn’t be successful in their chosen fields.
I guess some people just love to hate. I’m sad for people like that.
Heads up Chloe…..Single mother here in my 30’s. Had my daughter young (she’s now nearing the end of her teens). Struggled financially in my 20s. Went to university to further my education (already had a college diploma) and provide for my daughter. Work in a senior position now in a significant corporation. Own my house in Toronto, valued at about half a million dollars. Never been married, so everything I own is mine. And not once did I ever prostitute myself out. Don’t allow your laziness to overshadow your sense of self-worth and respect.
Very well-put K. I 100% agree with you. Maintaining a sense of self-respect and self-worth are priceless. Nearly impossible to earn once lost.
when did having sex for money become the worst thing ever??!?? Murdering a baby is worst..selling drugs and using is worst!!
I feel that the negative comments are from married women who fear that their husbands may cheat on them with an escort….Listen wives…if you are worrying then chances are your husband has already cheated….it’s the whole Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt situation where women always choose to hate or not hate Angelina when it’s really Brad you should be angry or not angry at…
I love how people are hating on Chloe and not the men who driving up the demand for this profession. “K” should take back HER comment about being lazy…Chloe is not lazy…there’s clearly a demand and would it not be stupid to not supply those demands???
Something tells me that K is sitting in her beautiful home all sad and alone.
The negative comments here are simply LAME>..and to bash the writer because the topic seems inappropriate?! INSANE!
I’m tired of hearing people with their tight asses complain about talking about sex is not up for discussion. Get laid and you’ll start talking.
Loved this Article!
Why blame the writer? She’s not great but blame the editor, Sarah Fulford, whose appointment was as nepotistic as any of them. She’s the one who commissioned a story about a bunch of losers. The story was so boring I could only read one page. Don’t know what happens. Don’t care. Bring back John Macfarlane.
A friend worked at ONE for 2 years and I always loved his stories of wealthy Toronto men going into the restaurant with hookers on Friday and their wives on Saturday’s. Hilarious. As for Leah McLaren, I stopped reading her articles when she expressed a hatred towards “Smug Queen’s girls”…she went to Trent.
Clearly someone’s been watching a few too many episodes of “the secret diaries of a London call girl”…. I mean same story, same terminology, and save for the children, same everything. “Journalism” shouldn’t just be copy paste…at least the tv show promote the use of condoms!
I’m curious as to why no one has bothered to bring up the fact that this story has been told, in several novels and a television series. Belle Du Jour had a much more interesting story and here’s the real kicker – when she graduated she got out of the business, she’s now a doctor. Now that lady had a killer story. Why tell it over again with a less interesting subject?
Skip the article. Watch Secret Diary of a Call Girl instead.
I don’t find this article to be offensive or egregious. Maybe that’s the problem: I feel like I’ve read the same thing fifteen times before. I get it, there are sex workers who are happy about their choices and make a ton of money for basically having fun and not having to work that much.
I really just can’t bring myself to care. If it’s not immoral, or even illegal, is an article about Chloë’s job any more exciting than one about my friend the accountant?
Also, why does she keep getting post-graduate degrees? Just because she can? It’s strange – in any event, good luck getting a decent job at 35 with a ten year gap on your resume.
Another piece that ignores the realities of the sex trade. Thank you for misrepresenting the 250,000 women and children who are kidnapped, drugged, raped and enslaved to work in the sex trade every year. After all, human freedom is only as valuable as a $50 blow job.
the fact that there are so many comments on the article is enough to say ‘well done Toronto Life!’
My guess is that “William” has yet to seek out a $50 blow job; nor is he a hooker. The realities he speaks of have nothing to do with my life or the life of Chloe. “Sex trade” is a very broad term which includes porn & strip clubs and those things he mentioned. I wonder if William has ever watched porn? What about the “drug trade”? By his logic, we should shut down all the pharmacies and put the pharmacists out of work. It doesn’t matter if they call it codeine, oxycontin or Ritalin – it’s still heroin / morphine and amphetamine and women & children are kidnapped, drugged, raped & enslaved in order to produce it & it kills people.
For William & other’s like him: You don’t get to legislate your morals onto my vagina. My sexual life is mine & it is private. If you are so concerned about the rape of women & children perhaps you should concern yourself with the men & the penises doing the raping and leave me & my consenting vagina alone.
What a bunch of puritans on this message board!!
She makes a good living. It sounds like she is relatively safe (bare back BJs not withstanding) and she enjoys what she does. We would be so lucky to say that about our own jobs.
Sex work is the world’s oldest occupation and it’s not going to disappear anytime soon.
How distressing that this article made front page of such a widely read magazine. This story reads almost like an advertisement for this sex trade worker and for the escort industry – complete with quotes from the agency owners who profit off of women’s bodies. At a time when women still are paid less than men on the basis of their gender, (.77 to 1 in the US in 2009), this article reinforces that pervasive message that women are most valuable for their appearance and potential sexual servicing.
While Chloe perhaps did have other options, the majority of sex trade workers do not. The majority of sex trade workers either are forced by circumstances or are too young for it to be a ‘choice.’ The average age of entry into prostitution in Canada is 12 -14 years of age. (Prostitution and Trafficking in Nine Countries, Melissa Farley, 2003). When the general public only sees the 3% anomaly the sex trade is glamorized and the damage trivialized.
Leah didn’t make up Chloe’s name, that’s the name she uses when working.
I found a lot of issues with this story, mostly how generic it is. But to the Puritans, even if you have education (I have a Masters) not all of us can fall back on a network or daddy’s friends to get jobs. And if you won’t stay at a hotel because hooker go there to meet clients, I can say for a fact, you’ll be sleeping on the street in Toronto!
I have and education and write my own column for McSweeneys http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/bianca/bianca5.html
Good going Chloe. You work it, girl.
I have only one question? what if chloe died while having sex or her partner did. Would they go to heaven or hell? OR does anybody care. Maybe for her kids.
Don’t know about Heaven or Hell, but I am sure they’ll be in good spirits (lol)…
I’m willing to bet that the majority of naysayers here are insecure or ugly wives or ex-wives. Carry on, Ladies. You ought to know by now why men prefer to be with someone else.
Interesting article, not poorly written, fascinating to get a peek into someone else’s life and obviously not one that most people are open about. Who knows – could be your sister, your girlfriend, your mother, your friend, your co-workers, your fellow student. Would that change your mind? But I guess some people would prefer that Toronto Life only talk about certain lives in the city and not others.
A supposedly educated courtesan should do much better than pinot grigio.
If two adults want to have sex I don’t see how it is anybody’s bloody business.
If there is crime involved then police should go after the criminals, that is what the law is for.
The real problem is actually the bible-thumpers, the self-appointed guardians of morality, the ‘conservative’ do-gooders with their hidden agendas of control and oppression. These are the people we need to bring to the law, not prostitutes.
Otherwise, there is no problem in my mind if a woman wants to have sex with someone and get paid for it. Plenty of women have crappy sex without the consolation of a return on their efforts. Here at least these women get something out of it.
I am in my early 30s, like Chloe, and I worked as an agency escort in the mid-90s (yeah, you do the math). While I didn’t find this article particularly enlightening, especially given my history, a few things stood out to me:
1. I did have big, burly protectors at every agency I worked for. In fact, once my driver went back and taught a date some manners after he tried to go “au naturel” when I wasn’t looking.
2. I’m shocked that she would give/receive oral sex unprotected. Even back in the 90s we ALWAYS used condoms/dams–it was part of the rules of every agency I worked for. No exceptions.
3. The going rate hasn’t kept up with inflation, it seems. Sixteen years ago, my bring-home rate was $300 an hour, after the agency took its cut.
4. There are definitely in-call agencies and independents in every condo building. I used to work from one on Jarvis St., next to the hospitality school.
exactly why im not going to york next year!
barf lies schlock vomit barf barf
Chole is obviously proud of her business acumen, and ability to operate a successful sex operations.
we accept her ability to earn money but does
our society has to glamorize the life as a sex trade worker.
No, i am NOT a Bible thumper. I am a victim of
society’s acceptance to prositution and Chole’s lack of protection and sharing her potential sexual disease to her clients.
I am an ex-wife of an IT project manager who work at a Bay Street bank, whose cybersex activity drew him to the well designed escort website. Yes, he is a sex addict who told me that the escorts like Chole and Gabrielle the mid day mistress are very accessible and tempting. So let’s make sure that men think these Bay Street escorts are safe as wello. Yes, he visits them during his work hours.
i am not blaming Chole for her business because weak men will always seek out prositutes but their open market make it even more accessible.
For a magazine like Toronto Life, there is no balanced view of this social story. Yes, sex trade is now main stream, but do we have to advertise it on front page of a magazine displayed on every newstand.
can you please share a balanced view – Chole can get STD from GFE i.e. oral sex without protection to her and her clients. She thinks she is offering a service, but she is also endangering others.
my ex-spouse was infected with STD from his escort, from his GFE experience. Toronto Life readers may think Chole is safe but really, is it?
She really does have horrible hands. No wonder she works with her hoohah.
Hey, Jerome Martin, I can’t. Medically, I literally can’t reproduce.
Thanks.
What kind of (regular) job interviews is she going to where the prospect of having sex with her comes up in the conversation?
I hate to be harsh – but I agree…Leah McLaren really needs to stop. Everytime I pick up something with her articles in it I am embarrased for her, and embarrassed for women in general…awful. By the way – I am a big fan of Eliot Spitzer :-)
As a wife in a situation where, trust me, I should be worried, I just feel sad for EVERYONE involved, including my kids.
The first few comments on here are ridiculous.
They are probably undercover writers that were NOT commissioned to write this piece. Leah, you did a good job. It was interesting voyeuristic view of what happens in this secret life of Chloe, or as one idiot poster put up, “could you not think of a more original name”… Please, if her name would have been Shannon, would have made a difference? I can’t believe how a name would trigger someone to even comment on that. Weird!
Chloe…you paint a picture of the Toronto escort world as being exciting, sophisticated,high class and rewarding. You really must have the best job in the whole world…it must be a blast preparing yourself to have oral sex with a bunch of 60 year olds and then go home to your ex and two kids…where is your self-worth? My husband ….I have recently found out has being doing the scene in Toronto..not into your type but blonde escorts female or shemale…Sofia, Ashley Blondell, Angelina Lady, Sue Mischka and Lola (Shemales)…etc. As a loving wife of a sex-addict and compulsive liar… I want to reframe what you do as part of a bigger problem that successful, men in Toronto, especially in business or other high pressure jobs, resort to cheap sex with hookers as a way of relieving stress and adding some excitement and distraction to their lives. Chloe…save your money for your kids and the therapy they will need when they find out that their ‘Mom” who leaves the house each night at 11pm…is really a prostitute. There really is no glamour in that discussion…with your kids or with your parents and close friends! You are living a lie and hurting others! Think of your kids….
By the way…my husband has been on many trips abroad with the likes of Sofia who works and lives in a condo on Yorkville Ave. The scene at ONE is brutal and women who are travelling there or dining there with their ‘successful’ men need to be aware of the escort scene that is so evident! As my husband has revealed to me, the Stillwater Spa at the Park Town, the Hitlon on University Ave. where he used to rent out the Penthouse Suite to ‘entertain’ and most of the high end restaurants are the scene for well off men who want to ‘hire’ women for sex! Something all of the wives and kids should know about this man who is the respected husband and daddy…it will bring the house crashing down when he has to admit that he has been fucking around and will be at risk of losing everything! Especially when this man is married to a beautiful,sensual, fun-loving life long friend and lover who he has three amazing kids with. And when he had started the process of treatment for ‘addictions’…this is not a pretty life Chloe…Toronto Life should do a cover on the wives of men who are sex addict and living in a world of sex for sale and false intimacy!!!! I’m sure many women would be educated….I sure have been in the past year since I confronted my husband about his 20 secret Toronto Life!!!!
Nobody has talked the ex-boyfrient’s watching the children…it is really a complex situation to be in, for this man! Wow!
Gee folks has anybody stopped to think about the lameass ex of hers whose talents are limited to babysitting and active semen?
I am older, slim, fit, educated, and very attractive. I work as a security guard (“for now”)and as part of the Great Recession, there’s a lot of good people in similar situations.
In the last week, I have been reprimanded by a supervisor for wearing sandals while my co-worker was nowhere to be found. I was spat and sworn at by a child. I make $13 an hour.
Concurrently, I tried on an Armani dress this week and someone quite unexpectedly gasped and said “FUCK!” at the results.
Yes, my options are limited as a mature VIP escort, but they are by no means disqualified. One or two tumbles a month can make the difference between subsidized housing and flipping condos.
I enjoyed this article because it touched on the “how to” and what is needed. I’m not just sending out resumes – I’m dropping that last 15 lbs. and heading over to Avec Plaisir.
THanks for giving me hope.
There is a reason that PINCH and CHLOE do not reveal their work as prostitutes to anyone who has any sense of values and morals. They keep it a secret as do the business men in Toronto who pay to use these women because it isn’t really something you want to share with the family at Sunday dinner…It is kept a secret because it isn’t honest work and if any of these men or women who are sneaking around have young girls at home, I’m sure that they wouldn’t encourage them to choose prostitution as a career choice. Lots of women who are struggling to make ends meet, choose other types of work to support their kids! What kind of ‘adult role model’ do you want to be for our kids?
This is my favourite story from Toronto Life in….forever.My roomate and I were recruited while doing our undergrad at York and we took a pass, sticking with our waitressing jobs at Bethune for $5.00 an hour and lousy tips. 25 years later I’m still not making the $$ this chick is bringing in. Oh what could have been.
This message is to ‘xcmomma’…
You made a choice based on your values and your choices as a woman.It does suck big time that business men in Toronto will pay big bucks to get laid/travel with their escorts and proably are cheap buggers at home with their wife and kids! It is a sure sign of who rules the economy and what men value most! In my experience, they are all very cocky (no pun intended) until they get caught and cry like babies to save the family farm. Hmmm did they really want to set up house with the trashy escorts they were f@#king…NOT! At the end of the day, I would rather be broke and have some self-worth, than be alone and known around town as a Yorkeville Avenue hooker who has STD’s or who has to live with the thoughts of getting guys off for $200 a blow! Who wants that to be their life legacy!
REGARDLESS of the quality of this article, it draws attention to an ISSUE that is highly understated in the Toronto area… just visit the Thompson Hotel and the Ritz Carlton lounge/bar areas in the evenings and you shall see what I mean…
Also, should consider writing an artcile about the alternative to the hooker–that being, the “sugar baby”/”sugar daddy” trend… its a different version of the same issue… I believe there are even SITES for this, like sugar babies.com…
Though I think we should be cautious in glamorizing something so sad, we should not forget that it is the MEN’S DEMAND for this (like some of you commented) that drives this…
There is no point in calling these women trashy when it is the men/husbands/brothers/fathers/boyfriends who are equally “trashy” if not more so for requesting and seeking out such services…
And (if I may) how is paid promiscuity different from free promiscuity? How is this any different from the promiscuous man who can get his sex for free, because of his looks/charms/status, from numerous non-escort women???
What is really the issue so many of us are having with this??? Is it the promiscuity, the exchange of money, or the fact that we can’t decide how much sex is too much/not enough for someone to behaving??
(As a final note: I was impressed with the reference to Michel Foucault…FYI…read The History of Sexuality, The Government of Self and Others, and The Archeology of Knowledge…check him out)
Emma…I totally agree with everything you have stated….Here is the issue:
Privileged, white, VP/CEO husband who works out of Toronto, Montreal, conferences in Bahamas, Paris…. AND is a sex addict (with other addictions as well to alcohol, shopping, food…) …. claims to be the perfect husband, father, brother, son etc. Wife of 29 years finds out he has always hired prostitutes in those city and to travel with! Now what…leave the trashy bum or work through this addiction by his side. Read the Newsweek article this week…doesn’t mention the trauma this causes the partner/families of a sex addict!
MSNBC did an article on ‘Dirty Money’ now they are covering Sex Addiction…left in the dust are the partners and kids who didn’t know about this secret life! These addicts are very manipulative and thrive on the power they get controlling younger women to fulfill their warped sexual needs. Underneath..I have discovered are very broken people who masterbate, view porn and hire escorts/shemales to try to fix their pain and shameful lives! So much for power….in many cases I’m sure, these escorts absolutely were in control!
Wow.
I’ve been there and done that as a customer. The ignorance of the male mind is on full display here. Society tried to tame it and has failed. Miserably.
Men like no strings attached sex. Not every man is into the family thing, but generally no other option exists.
Women are all about having the freedom to do what they want (or so feminists told them) but if a woman chooses to do this, well watch the heck out. The shame train is coming for you.
Having known (biblically and otherwise) a few call girls, and having enjoyed them from coast to coast, I have no problem with them. They are people just like everyone else. I was alway decent to them, and they were almost aways decent to me (one was a fraudster, but that was interesting all the same).
Finally, I have never understood this. Why are STI’s worse than any other infection? All kinds of infections are out there and yet STI’s seem to be worse than the plague. Can anyone explain that to me? I just don’t get it.
Marriage is hard people. Monogamy for males is a real hill to climb and more than a few fall down on the climb (and not a few women I might add). Ideas around marital monogamy are perverse. Historically, it was never expected that men be monogamous. As has been noted by some commentators, marriage after the sexual revolution shackled men with the same strictures on sex that married women always had. How on Earth did this constitute an improvement for everyone? Wouldn’t women’s freedom amount to women have the same ability to cat around as men or was I missing something?
Anyways…
We all know it isn’t going to change. I’m glad I enjoyed the life for a time. I’ll have memories to cherish for the rest of my days and I made up for a long long long self imposed drought. Thank God for escorts. They are truly a gift to the world.
I sincerely hope that I can say the same about a wife should I have one, but given the divorce rate and the ideas around marriage (some of which are repellent to me), I’m not entirely sure I’ll be thanking God for the institution of marriage.
To the puritans and those offended: get a life; there is nothing objectively ‘wrong’ with prostitution or those who choose to engage. What a woman chooses to do with her body is her own choice.
To the wives and ex-wives: it is NOT the fault of prostitution in general, or any individual prostitute, that your husband/spouse was tempted to stray; the argument simply has no merit.
As to the article itself: it is not perfect; there are many aspects to the sextrade and sex work, and this article focuses on one. However ‘fictionalized’, there is little inaccurate or overly-sensational; it simply portrays one of many types of prostitute and associated business model.
This comment is for ‘Wet One”..when you find a girl who you really do love and feel you could spend the rest of your life with…sounds to me like you may have to give up the selfish, narcasistic life of an immature male. Most great women want a guy who isn’t addicted to porn, prostitutes or shallow grade six stuff that you referred to!
Grow up….or enjoy being 80 years old hiring hookers and having no life!!!! Go down to ONE or any other Toronto hotels and you will see pathetic men with lame ass whores!
Hmmmm…what kind of legacy is that for your family? Do you want your life to be about escorts or about having a real experince with someone who not only loves you for who you are?
PS Get tested for STD’s …many I know are dealing with nasty herpes issues, HIV etc.
The government needs to regulate this industry and make these people pay taxes. It must be great to make that much and not get taxed but still utilize all the services of tax paying citizens. Who knows she might me on welfare as well.
Yes, you are dead wrong, a slave job does not pay 100000 after tax for a 20h a week work, what utopia are you leaving on? Schools are cash-flow machines producing more students than it’s needed generally…
No, the government need to dissolve 75% of itself, and reduce everyone’s taxes. Those risky trades should be recognized as tax free and awarded bonuses from government as a unique service to society, like firefighers. Open your mind Torontonians, this is XXI century, liberate your minds from fears of 300 years of collonialism and post-collonialism.
That is not the solution Dear, go preach honesty to regular wifes to keep their love up as nicely as in pre-marital phase…that lie has a price, and if anyone it’s infected, the source of the problem (the wife) is not immune and it should not be. I am surprised the wifes are not discussed in the article. What a shame for Toronto, to keep this lack of dialog under social-acceptance wraps.
read my post on wife’s responsibilities – if she does not know him happy, why keep him suffering in a marrige, admit fault on women side and dissolve it, takes courage and character which some women do not have…nor their men
wrong, it is kept a secret because people are bigots, ostrich wanted to hide from the truth, do you think those men run from monogam relationships? Get more life experience buddy, I say they run from zero-gam relationships, make-up sex once every 3 months – it’s not a monogamus relationship, as I say to my wife, it’s a zero-gamus relationship. She sais: go where you want, do what you want,,,what the F–K you want those men to do. Easy to judge. There should be a low fining the wifes. the future will bring it. The current fine is called syphilis, genital warts (condom don’t help) AIDS :) but as we modernize, it would become monetary. Women reading the post, dare to go to your physician office and ask for a full battery of STD testing? I thought so. The truth was spoken.
biased, unjustified, read all my posts baby, learn if you can and retract if you can as well
I’m 25 and found out like a week ago that I’m 4weeks pregnant, with my boyfriend’s baby and then he wanted to breakup when i told, I had to way to make him stay then a friend led me to a spell lady online, her email is [email protected], she then had a spell done for me that bring him back to my lover and everything back to normal. She is too powerful as her spell worked perfectly for. I would bless you for not let me go through this alone.
Wow Donald… U are pregnant? Really?
BSHToo: I get your indignation but your analogy to the slave trade and the pharmaceutical industry doesn’t pass the laugh test.
Opium poppy cultivation is undertaken for pharmaceutical use by at least nineteen countries in the world (Australia, Austria, China, the Czech Republic, Estonia, France, Germany, Hungary, Japan, India, the Netherlands, Poland, Romania, Slovakia, South Korea, Spain, Macedonia, Turkey, Tasmania, and the United Kingdom) only four of them produce opium: China, India, Japan and South Korea.
Among these India is the only exporter of opium.
Remarkably, Tasmania prodices about half the world’s exports of medicinal opiates–and you won’t find a lot of slave trade there.
Also, the cold, hard, legal facts is that under a common law system, the citizenry does get to legislate in certain ways the morality of what we do to our bodies. As an example, consider the ramifications of Roe V. Wade. Essentially it placed restrictions on what a woman could do to her uterus if carrying a fetus. In theory, draconian laws, though highly improbable, could result in sex for pay as being outlawed, and that would be as a reult of a law passed in congress because groups with certain morals had enough clout to influence legislators.
And for what it’s worth, there has been great concern by men (who far and away outnumber women at both the state and federal level in the legislature) and action taken to reduce aggression by men against women.
Like it or not, you live in a country that has the power to dictate–in principle–what limitations can be imposed on the use of our bodies if such use runs counter to the greater public good.
Don’t believe me? Spend the next few years driving with out a seat belt and, if you are ticketed, tell the court to leave you and your consenting body alone.
its a shame for does who has mothers working as prostitutes how boy’s or girl’s will fill at home or school listen friends or internet ads mother is escort prostitute
has many ways to make money without selling the body for money
this hookers who has sex for money they are not forced to do they choose this life easy money easy hours and easy life
they think working as escort no one will find out i am overseas or out of my province city no one will guess or find what i do
will change my name change my IDs change my looks and thats it
after i get the money i want i will find a stupid man who doesn’t know nothing about my past life and start a family
now guess you are one husband of any this hookers how you will fill your wife is a hooker having sex with 5 to 10 men a day getting paid for sucking men cock old men over 75 years old men with STD men with skin problem and mental disorders
had you think about your wife or girlfriend slept with 10 men in one day and 3 of them has STD
how many men after this day will get STD from this hooker how you will fill after you find out your wife or girlfriend is a hooker and put your life at risk and your kids as well
how many times you have sex with her during the week and guess she has sex with others before you and after you
now you get STD from your hooker wife and you don’t know and you find a lover
you will infect her with STD
now guess how many people will be infected with STD innocent people from one hooker who dreams just about money and good life
she gets pregnant from a client and she will say you will be father again
how many married women cheats at work with the boss and co workers
poor the men who married this hookers and this hookers deserve to be alone and ignored by all the men in this world
Canada most girls does prostitution to pay schools degrees many of them cant stop this business because money is better then all
many of this women says i am well educated i have a university degree but not a job
how she pays bills how she gets money to eat and travel where the money came from
she has bank account and lots of money in but no invoices from the boss no payments just deposit cash money
where she got all the money from how many of you find GF wife and she had lots of money in bank how she prove to you the money
open your eyes boys your girlfriends used to be hookers and they always will return to this life again
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You sound like the pathetic scum who is such little charm and charisma that he needs to spend money to just get laid. Due to the lack of ibtellegence and clearly the debility if your feeble mind you have overlooked an integral of the prostituition entity and that is forced prostituition, its not all sunshine and roses a lot of these women have been trafficked or worse been kidnapped when they were mere children and turned into sexual slaves.
Seems like the problem is not Chloe it’s you. Maybe if women like you took care of business in the bed. There would not be so many married men seeking out escorts. The vast majority of men who see escorts are married, educated and fairly affluent.
Sources, please?