Hold my beer!
A few years ago, my then-girlfriend Jessica and I ended up with an escort in our hotel room. I’m sure you’re all much more impressed now, having just read that, than you will be in a moment after reading how it happened.
We’d gone to a dinner party over in Detroit that one of Jess’ coworkers had organized. One of the guys had brought a nice young lady named Danielle (which I’m sure wasn’t her real name) that no one else knew. She hit it off with Jess and they did quite a bit of talking through the evening. At some point later on, the guy and Danielle got into a major argument (which I never did learn the details of) and he storms out, leaving her stranded.
Being the nice folks we are, of course Jess and I offered to give her a ride home. This was met with some serious waterworks, and after quite a bit of calming by Jess the story came out. Danielle was from Cleveland, and had met the guy on an online escort forum. He had driven over and picked her up earlier in the day and promised to pay her to come to the party with him and then spend the night. Now she was stuck with nowhere to go and no way home. And more than a little inebriated, too.
Neither Jess nor I felt comfortable just leaving - the wee hours of the morning in Detroit aren’t a good time to leave a drunk girl stranded. (Wish the ass of a guy who brought her had felt the same.) I suppose we could have called the authorities, but there’s no way that would have had a good ending for Danielle, not to mention that we’d probably have to spend quite a bit of time being questioned about the situation. We had a hotel room already, since driving back to Grand Rapids is not an appealing task that late after a party. So, Jess offered to let Danielle stay with us and then we’d help her figure out a way home in the morning. The look the hotel desk clerk guy gave us, me walking in with a hot girl on each arm, was priceless. I’m sure his thoughts were a lot more exciting than the reality!
So Danielle slept it off on the extra bed in our hotel room. I slept pretty lightly that night…she didn’t seem very dangerous, especially as drunk as she was, but you never know. Had our wallets and keys under the pillow, just in case. In the morning we left her at the bus station for a later bus to Cleveland. I later heard from Jess, who was texting her to make sure she got home, that Danielle didn’t get on that bus. She ended up calling the guy and he took her home, presumably after a suitable apology and completing their worlds-oldest-profession transaction. Sounds nuts, I know, but if the girl was willing to go to another city and sleep with a strange guy for money, then I suppose it’s not surprising that she’s unwilling to go home without getting paid. No matter how much of an asshole that guy was.
To the best of my knowledge, no one besides us knew what had happened. Neither Jess nor I knew anything about the guy, and we weren’t interested in causing any more trouble for Danielle. Since she told us that she’d gotten home safely via those texts, we decided it was best to just let it lie. And so now I have a story about the night my (ex)girlfriend and I slept with an escort.