I’m Clara (22) and I want to share a deeply personal story. Please, don’t rush into judging me. I met my boyfriend Charlie when we were both 20. He had experienced while I was a virgin, but not because of any religious belief. I’ve always been pretty agnostic. The thing is I was never attractive in high school and boys just weren’t interested. It was after I graduated that I lost a lot of weight, started dressing differently and somehow my pimples went away.
So boys began to flirt with me. I made out with a few in some parties. Still, it wasn’t until Charlie that I dated someone. I mean really dated. He knew I was a virgin and he never pressures me to go to bed with him. He may have even loved me. I was somehow scared and he respected my time and my decision to wait until I was ready.
For a couple of months, I thought I was going to lose it to him and it was supposed to be so special. Then I received a call from my mother. “Your father is very sick”, she said. “They found a tumor in his lung”. It’s the worst call I have ever received.
My family could barely afford to pay my computer engineering degree and that already included a huge percentage of student loans. How could they afford the treatment too? I would have to drop out to work and help pay for my father’s medical bill.
I found myself in a very dark place...when I remembered a paper I read on women selling their virginity to strangers for huge sums of money. Suddenly, I didn’t want to make it special for Charlie anymore. I couldn’t care. My family was on my mind.
I began my research and I found international escort agencies specialized in this type of...let’s call it: transaction. I pretended I was too occupied studying for exams for an entire weekend to avoid seeing or even talking to Charlie. I immerse myself in this world, comparing multiple agencies until I found the one I felt most comfortable with. Turns out, it’s the one holding the title for the highest recorded sell.
The site description said something like: “Do you dream to earn a lot of money, meet a wealthy man and just start traveling the world? We offer you to sell your virginity on safe and profitable terms!” ...Well, I just wanted to help my family and keep attending college. “I’m already an adult, so this is all legal”, I convinced myself.
I contacted them. They made me fill a form and get some pictures they could show they’re clients. I followed and they registered me for an auction. Bids started coming. And coming. And coming. I could select either the highest bidder or the one that I felt the most comfortable with since I got to look at clients’ profiles and pictures. I needed the money, so I chose the highest bidder...plus, he didn’t look bad.
He was a 40 year-old Irish guy, living in Italy. After I accepted the offer, he was allowed to directly contact me to close the deal with all the details. He looked younger, dressed nicely, had slick brown hair and blue eyes. He also had a nice smile and frankly looked like a good guy.
We scheduled for another of my “super busy studying weekends”. He paid for me to go to Italy on a private flight and then took me sight-seeing as I arrived. He told me about his big role in a finance corporation and, though he never mentioned whether he was married or not, he was very gentle.
He booked a five-star hotel for the night and it happened. We closed the deal. It was a bit painful but not as horrible as I was expecting. I was super nervous at first and I felt like it was somehow my obligation to do it. For me and my family. And it was fairly decent.
He made me breakfast and I had to take the morning-after pill. Unprotected sex was part of the deal. I know what you’re thinking and yes, he had a certificate to prove that he was STD-free.
I can’t say the exact sum of how much I was paid or how much does the agency kept. They kept a lot of it. Let’s just say that I was allowed to pay for my father’s whole treatment and my college tuition...without financial aid.
Of course, my family needed an explanation. And eventually so did Charlie. I explained all to them and they FREAKED OUT. A lot. My family is quite liberal; nevertheless, they were disappointed for a while. Eventually, they understood it was a one-time sacrifice I made for them and that I felt safe. After dad recovered, my mom even thanked me.
On the other hand, Charlie broke up with me. He did not judge me. He felt it was just too much for him to handle. He thinks I could’ve told him before and he might have understood. I’m not so sure about that one.
Now, I miss him. I really do. And I would have done it all over the same. I hate losing Charlie, but I prefer that than losing my father so young and not completing my dream.
All things considered, do you think I made the right choice?
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