I ho I ho it's off to work I go .... the arrest

I took to escorting like a duck to water, from vomiting with nerves all over my first client, I found myself enjoying my new side line, although it could be hard on me sometimes and Karen asked if I'd consider giving up my day job which I responded with a NO WAY. Working as an escort full time would mean crossing that imaginary line I had drawn in my mind. I'd really be a prostitute then.

New Orleans was very different from any other place I had lived and before which had included countries on 3 different continents. People were so friendly and I was the sort of person that made friends easily and soon I got to know a lot of people. It was a great place for escort work with all the conventions coming into town and because I was Karen's friend I was also getting a lot of the "choice" appointments, besides, I was a diamond in the rough as many of her other ladies were on drugs or drank so were unreliable.

One day after a particularly hard night (I had 2 two hour appointments ) I decided to call in sick the next morning into my day job. I was making breakfast for myself when Karen called to ask if I wanted to take a day time appointment, I told her not really, preferring to just veg in front of the TV for the afternoon. She must have really needed the money or something and somehow talked me into it. It was mid summer in New Orleans, very hot and muggy and I hated having to leave the comfort of an air conditioned house. She called me back an hour later saying she had checked him out and he'd be expecting me. An hour later I was stepping out of a cab in front of the historic Hotel Monteleone in the French Quarters. A gentleman waiting outside greeted me and I made my way to the elevator to the 4th floor and knocked on the clients door. Over glasses of water we made small talk, me asking about where he came from, which was some town in Ohio and about the convention. He teased me about my accent and said "I bet you are really from Georgia".

I called Karen to say all was good, after checking his ID and collecting the fee. We both got undressed and sat on the edge of the bed while he began stroking my back asking what we could and couldn't do, which made me feel uneasy as I had been warned it was one of the avenues vice used before arresting you, feeling uneasy I began to pull away but he pulled me closer and I remember thinking well if he's naked and touching me this way, it must be OK, so I began to stroke his dick, which at this point was quite hard. Still feeling slightly uneasy I didn't know what to do next but he seemed to be leading the way and gently pushing my head downwards wanting me to go between his thighs. When I pulled back he must have known it was a lost cause and that's when he said he had to make a quick phone call. I can't remember what he said, but a second later he reached under the mattress, pulled out his badge and told me I was under arrest for prostitution.

My head was swirling and I stood up to put my clothes on when he yelled at me to not move. Just then he opened the door for two other officers, one I recognized as the guy at the door down stairs who smiled and said hello while walking into the hotel. The stinking bastard wouldn't let me dress until the other cops where in the room. It was the first time I had ever been arrested, I'd never even had a speeding ticket at that point, but this was the ultimate humiliation and I burst into tears. Even today I don't remember being taken down stairs or if I had to walk through the lobby handcuffed. I just remember the short ride to central lock up and the nightmare of being booked and strip searched.