Beginnings

A few years ago, I was working as a medical assistant at a clinic in town. I have always loved health care and I genuinely enjoyed my job as an MA. I took a job at this clinic because they offered better hours and pay than the clinic I was working at previously. The doctor who ran this clinic was a typical rich white republican with a massive crush on Hispanic women. I was the only white woman who worked in his entire establishment.
Having grown up in Texas, I do know some Spanish. Enough to get by and know when I'm being spoken to or about. Things started off wonderfully, everyone got along and work was a joy. Eventually things declined, and the other women in the clinic began to be very rude towards me and work just became very hostile. One day after work, my friend and I went to visit my ex. B was a very good friend of mine and at the time we were living together.
We go to E's house, and we're just kind of laying in his massive bed talking. We're both bitching about our jobs to him, mine at the clinic, hers at Wal-Mart, wishing we could quit these shitty jobs and just be independently wealthy. E turns to me and says "You know, you were always fantastic in bed. You should consider being an escort. You could seriously make some really good money."
At first I was just shocked. An escort? I'm just not that kind of girl. Sure, sex isn't something I viewed as sacred or holy or anything, but that doesn't mean I should just fuck any and everyone who asks.
E went on to say that he'd been with several escorts since he'd gotten back from Iraq, and that it wasn't a very big deal. He kind of gave me some details, like just how much he'd paid for them (anywhere from $100-$500, depending on the girl and what he wanted), how he found them, how he never visited street walkers, but that the internet was full of women who would come visit him and do whatever he wanted if the money was there.
By the time he was done talking, B and I were both pretty much sold on the idea. I mean, he made it sound so lucrative and like it was nothing terrible. Besides, in my experience, men were always just using women for sex anyway. Better to be honest and upfront about it, right?
E came back to our house and gave us some ideas on how to decorate if we wanted to do incalls, and he helped us write our first ads. I decided to use the name "Lucy", and my ad promised a very good time to one and all. I included a phone number, and waited for the calls to come in.