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A former New Zealand Member of Parliament is setting out on a new business venture that she feels will be very popular—a brothel for women. She has even done her "research" to see if demand exists for this service and found that over one-in-four women say they would hire a male sex worker. The reason a market for sex exists in the first place is that women have to be paid to have sex with strangers.

If you doubt me, I propose you undertake the following study. Go and ask your friends, co-workers and random people you meet on the metro the following question: Ideally, how many sexual partners would you like to have over the next two years?

I can tell you now; the men will report a desire to have far more partners than will the women. When these studies have been done in the past women report, on average, that they would like one sexual partner over the next two years compared to men who report, on average, that they would like to have eight.

Women do not share men's love of variety in sexual partners. Or, ask this question instead: What is the minimum amount of time you would need to know someone before you wanted to have sex with them? I am going to guess that few women will say five minutes but many men will have no trouble with that time-frame. When these questions have been asked in the past, many women have said that six months is too soon. The best study that I know that examines the willingness of men and women to engaged in sex with strangers was done on university campuses the late s, and again it the early s.

At this time the sexual revolution was in full swing, but lovers were still blissfully unaware that right around the corner was a new disease AIDS that was about to change the way we think about casual sex. Have dinner with me tonight; come to my apartment tonight; go to be bed with me tonight. The interesting result, though, is that as the offers became more sexual the men increased, while the women decreased, their willingness to participate. In response to the question "Would you go to bed with me tonight?

None of the women in the sample agreed to have sex with the handsome random stranger. Women responded to the offer with comments like "What's wrong with you? In order to believe the one-in-four statistic collected in New Zealand you would have to not only believe that women want sex with a stranger as much as men—you would have to believe they want it more. Afterwards, he offered to drive me back to the bar and I felt safe enough with him to accept. The drive was slightly awkward.

He seemed to feel odd about dropping me off on the street. I wondered if he was having regrets about the session. He was rather cold when he said goodbye, and I was surprised to notice that I felt a little hurt. This was the only time during the session when I felt "dirty" about what I'd done. I felt he was judging me. I made a conscious decision not to let this bother me: I probably wouldn't see him again, and it was just a business transaction, so it didn't really matter what he thought about me.

I would offer this advice to clients, though: You're not the only one who has feelings about what just happened. In my post-university slump, I felt like my life was in the drain. Now that I was in a new city, the area strip clubs were more plentiful.

I went to one "audition". The girls were snorting coke in the dressing room, and the bouncers seemed more malicious and oversexed than the customers. I did not go back. I remembered a roommate I had in university who signed up as an escort through an online service. I drove two hours to his house, white-knuckled in anticipation of what I was about to do. He was middle aged, pretty average-looking — balding, in OK shape. I don't want to seem flippant when I talk about the sex.

There was nothing special about it except for the fact that it was the first time in my young life that I was literally prostituting myself. In retrospect, my opinion of prostitution is that it is fine if you have straightened it out in your head as to why you are doing it and what you get out of it, but you are risking your safety and your health.

Can you charge a price high enough to compensate for that? And the sex was nothing I remember anything about. He left his television muted on CNN the whole time. My biggest concern was that I had very little experience and that it would show I had only had sex a couple of times in my life. My next worry was that I would not be able to fill a full two hours with sexual entertainment. It was not that hard. Most people are easy enough to talk to, and once the sex is over it is just pillow talk and back rubs.

After two months, I started scheduling dates with men and then not showing up. I was starting to get real about why I was having sex with men for money. I had been feeling rejected by a former lover, and I was angry about being in debt and was discovering that my university degree was essentially worthless. I felt like being destructive.

My last job scared me out of it for good. He was a short bald man with a big spare tyre and smelled of cigarettes. He asked if he needed to wear a condom about half of the men asked this.

I put the condom on him, and then he spun me around and pushed me up against the dresser. The force of this manoeuvre was unexpected.

He tried to get me to have anal sex, and I had to struggle to avoid it. It was starting to feel more like a violation than a situation that I was in control of. It was a wake-up call, though. I have always had confidence in my physical strength and my wits to keep myself safe, but just a small taste of how quickly I might get overcome if I wasn't on my guard was what made me decide to quit.

I was a year-old virgin when I first visited a prostitute. I've always been shy and a bit of a computer geek, and somehow I missed out on opportunities at school and university that might have got my sex life off to a start. Once I graduated I ended up in an IT job, full of other single male geeks. It was only when I hit 30 that I started to worry about the other things missing from my life. At that point, my age and lack of experience were a major worry. I was tempted by online dating, but knew that anyone I might meet would be more sexually experienced than me, and this became a major stumbling block.

Websites and forums are what I do, and mostly how I interact with other people, so it didn't take me long to find forums devoted to escort work. I researched diligently, read up on the pros and cons, and the dangers, health and otherwise, of seeing escorts. The escorts posting sounded genuine, even relatively normal, and not the junkies I'd expected. I made up my mind to go for it.

It was still nearly a year before my first experience. I chose a more mature woman, as I felt it would be easier, somehow, to confess my inexperience to her. My performance was as you might expect from a first-timer, but she was sympathetic and understanding. She didn't clock-watch, and I enjoyed her company as much as the sexual activity.

I left with a feeling of relief that I'd got it over with, that I was no longer a virgin. After that, I found other girls local to me. I've had some fantastic experiences and none of the girls have fitted the mould of trafficked eastern Europeans or drug addicts. There was the single mum of 19, who was saving to put herself through a college course to get a professional qualification and she did, successfully, and gave up escorting to take a less-well-paid job in her chosen field.

There was the swinger, who had decided that if she was going to do it anyway, she might as well get paid for it. Overall, more of the experiences have been good than bad. Most of the girls have been intelligent and good company and I put that down to the amount of effort I put in to selection.

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