Cate is something of a renaissance sex worker; she’s currently employed as a pro-domme at a fetish house but has held numerous interesting jobs in the adult industry. Each week, she shares her stories in Harlotry.
Longtime readers will remember “Grant,” the client who outed me as a sex worker to my mother at the very start of my career. Grant was a creep, plain and simple, and his borderline stalker behavior was one of the two most terrifying moments of my career.
What I didn’t know at the time is that Grant is what’s known in the industry as a hobbyist.
I’m a smart girl, but I wasn’t always the smartest hooker. When I started out working independently, I didn’t even think to get client references from other girls. I looked to my hooker friends for emotional support, but that network didn’t really extend to my profession. If I’d asked around I probably would have discovered that Grant has patronized pretty much everyone in the Chicago pro-fetish scene, and a lot of vanilla escorts besides. You’d be hard pressed to find a lady who hasn’t seen him.
When I started working at Dolorous Delights in February, it didn’t even occur to me that I might encounter Grant again. My experience with him was so far in the past that it might as well have happened a lifetime ago. I’d seen countless other clients, and had nearly five years of on again, off again sex work experience under my belt. It took me completely by surprise when my boss, “Cecilia” put the phone on hold and informed me that “Grant Caroll” was calling for me. The tone of her voice and the fact that she used his full name was enough to tell me this was the same person.
My first instinct was to bug out my eyes and make a rapid swiping gesture across my throat.
“No no no,” I said, “he’s a creep. He outed me to my fucking mother when I was eighteen. I can’t see him.”
“But he isn’t on your will not see list,” Cecilia pointed out.
“I had no idea he came here! He would be if I’d known!” I replied.
I’m not sure if Cecilia sensed my curiosity or if she just didn’t want me to turn down a client who would mean money for the dungeon, but she persevered.
“So, will you see him or won’t you?” She asked.