“You can’t flinch like that when they touch you,” said my trainer as I put my clothes back on. Damion had his “top girl”, Trixie, teach me how to be an elite prostitute. “Unless you’re role-playing. Like, they want you to pretend you’re being forced against your will or something. If they want you to be scared, then flinch. Otherwise, don’t. Remember, it’s about making them desire you, and that won’t happen if you’re scared. Now try this again.”
Training, which would last for three days, didn’t start as I expected it to. It was intense and in-depth, like I was in prostitute polishing school. I’ll call this PPS, I thought. My idea of PPS was f*****g a bunch of guys for a few days, like what I’d done in Damion’s office. It was far from that. While I did have s*x during PPS, without compensa
