Hooker. Prostitute. Escort. Whore. Call girl.
I won't deny it. I get paid for sex. I get paid hundreds of dollars an hour to accompany men either in bed or out. Mostly in if I'm being honest. Yes, it's not a job that anyone would find appealing but me, I love it.
My name is Harley White aka Lola, and I very much enjoy sex. I love getting fucked and I love pleasuring men. But you know what I love more? The money.
At 22, I have more money than I could need and yet, I want more. There's no sob story here if that's what you're looking for. I have parents. I have no financial problems. No one abandoned me and no guy has hurt me. I chose to be a hooker because nothing else appealed to me.
There's one thing you should know about a call girl. We don't fall in love. It's the number one rule. My agent, Jordy, moody little bitch that she always is, tells us in her stern voice at every weekly meeting that what we do is "business never personal."
My rule? Don't bring emotions into bed.