The British Girl Who Changed Her Career From Medicine To Prostitution

BABY-FACED Maria has just spent the last five years qualifying as a doctor.

But now she is preparing for another hands-on career dealing with the public — as a prostitute.

Maria paid her way through university with cash from clients and instead of starting a respectable job, the 24-year-old has chosen to continue working as a call girl.


Around 80,000 women in the UK are hookers — some pick up trade from passing cars while others, like Maria, operate from home and find punters through newspaper ads and the net.

Regardless of the moral issues surrounding cash for sex, selling yourself is not illegal in the UK. Around ten per cent of British men have visited a prostitute, according to a report this year titled Tackling Demand for Prostitution.

The trade attracts its share of tragic cases, with one study showing up to 95 per cent of sex workers are drug addicts.

Shockingly, a recent survey revealed 75 per cent of prostitutes have been physically assaulted, while 50 per cent have been raped. The risks have not deterred Maria, from London, who keeps her sordid career a secret from her parents.

Here she outlines a typical day to reveal the grim reality of her job.

8am I have lots of stuff to do before work but the only thing I want to do is to go back to sleep.

I need a shower but that means much more than a shower. In this job you have to shave what seems like square miles of your body, which is very time consuming.

I didn’t suddenly decide to become a prostitute. I was looking for any way to make money and saw an ad for nightclub hostesses. I went for an interview and they told me I had to sell Champagne. The more you sold the more money you got.

I gave it a try and there was a guy who kept pestering me to sleep with him. Eventually I was offered £2,000. It would pay for almost half my uni fees that year.

I agreed. My only concern was that I couldn’t provide the experience to match the fee. We just went to a hotel.

I think I was drunk. It was all done in ten minutes and I took my money and left. That was all. I’ve worked as a prostitute for two years now.

10:30am I’m in the flat getting ready. The flowers are in the vase and the snack food is in the fridge. Cleaning the apartment is very important to me because I want my clients to get a good impression.



I’m very fussy about the bathroom and make sure it’s gleaming. I never cook for clients. If they want a meal they have to take me out — they’ve got wives and girlfriends to slave over home-cooked meals.

I don’t think being a prostitute is any worse than being a housewife who sells sex to her husband in return for financial protection or whatever her husband provides.

I’ve just turned my phone on. It’s always off when I’m off. Right now I have five texts and seven voicemail messages I’ll have to listen and see if there’s anything from the past hour or so. If there is, I may have a punter here quite soon.

11:30am I’ve had a few more calls but no visits so I’ve managed to get the laundry out of the way.

It consists of bed linen, lots of towels and lots of underwear.

I used to work in a brothel with ten other girls, but that’s illegal under current UK law. Prostitutes can only work on their own. It’s stupid because it makes you even more scared and vulnerable.

Most of my friends work in the industry and we call each other regularly to make sure everything’s OK.

When I do hotel visits I call a friend beforehand to tell them where I’ll be. Afterwards I ring back to let them know I’ve left.

I would love to feel 100 per cent safe but it’s not possible. There are advantages and drawbacks to every profession and for me this is a risk worth taking.

2pm It’s slow today. I’ve answered a few more calls but no one has visited yet. My clients are massively varied. You get all ages and backgrounds.

The youngest was 20 and the oldest was 87. That was a lot of fun. His wife died quite a few years ago and he wanted me to act like her in bed.

I don’t have a boyfriend and never will — unless he’s a millionaire. This job has made me realise men don’t commit to relationships, so why should I? Most of my guys are married or have girlfriends.

Men don’t offer me anything I need. I guess I’m not an emotional person.

With the regulars you get into a kind of relationship, but they don’t buy me, they buy my time.

3pm I have about 15 minutes before my first appointment. I’m going to eat something quickly.

It’s a guy who called about 15 minutes ago. I haven’t seen him before but he sounded very nice on the phone.

I’m not too nervous yet, but we’ll see how it goes. I get clients to stand somewhere I can see them from my window then call me.

If I think they look OK and not dodgy or weird I give them the address. The scariest thing is if they disappear at this point. I worry what they will do, knowing my phone number and where I live.

7pm The man who called was a very decent person. He introduced himself and shook my hand.

He gave me the money without me having to ask for it, which is always a bonus. I’m sure he’ll come back.

He texted me afterwards with just three letters — WOW.

When people pay you for doing what others do for free you feel appreciated. The majority of queries come via my website and I get some very strange requests but I don’t go in for costumes and tacky plastic outfits. I don’t want to stand there looking cheap.

7:30pm I’ve got some good news. I’ve got an old regular coming round. He is in his late 60s and well preserved for his age. He’s spent his life in the Army so I know he’ll be on time.

Young and shy, rich and stupid, old and ugly, I’ve had them all. The number of men I see in a day varies. Sometimes none, sometimes double figures.

I get tested for STIs every six to eight weeks. I always use condoms but you still have to be careful. Some punters ask for unprotected sex and get violent if it’s refused.

I’ve never experienced this but I have a few numbers in my phone for guys who have intimidated other prostitutes.

We share that information to keep everyone safe.

The worst thing to happen to me was having my handbag stolen from my flat.

8:45pm The gentleman has just left. Although I got paid £2,000 the first time I sold sex, I don’t earn anywhere near that amount now. But the money isn’t bad and I don’t have to accept a punter if I don’t like the look of him.

There are a lot of statistics out there suggesting vast numbers of prostitutes are drug addicts but I know around 100 working girls and perhaps two would smoke something now and then.

In my opinion addicts who use sex to fund their habit aren’t true prostitutes. They’re just desperate for money.

11:30pm I’m stretching in bed ready to go to sleep. It was a quiet day but I shouldn’t complain because I made enough today to pay the rent for this week.

Being a prostitute isn’t easy. The vulnerability, the fear, the secrecy surrounding what you do. If you’re not cut out for it you’re heading for trouble.

I’d love to run my own medical clinic some day. I’m thinking about it. Goodnight.

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