ITS CHLOE BABY

Introduction

“I don’t need an introduction because you already know who I am”-Chloe

That’s what I used to advertise in my viva street add back when my life was sparkling from every possible angle. I used to think I had it all and I had it easy. And I did. Until I didn’t. And that broke me irreparably.

My school friend after I told her over a glass of wine what I have been through since I haven’t seen her in years, she exclaimed amazed that i “lived enough for 10 lifes” in 3. She wasn’t wrong because I lived without any limitation, but that’s something you will realize while you read what I am about to say.

Every family member and friend that has a small ideea about me and what I have been through said to me that I should write my book, because it’s movie like.

So sit back and enjoy a cup of tea ( or vodka as I used to drink it in a cup for tea and told everyone was actual tea, no judging whatsoever ) while I strip over my most intimate moments and expose myself with the most intense stories.

I’m not going to sugar coat anything in this story, because I want every person who reads it to get the real deal: the good, the bad and the downright ugly.

Chapter 1 Chloe

I wasn’t always Chloe, before Chloe I was Olivia, before that Deea and firstly I was Valentina.

If you didn’t catch it by now, those are all the fake names I used to advertise myself of adult websites for the “nice gentlemen who were looking for some fun”.

For the last 6 years of my life I have been an escort. I started from down knowing absolutely nothing about this world in Bucharest for 250 lei( which is not even 50 euros today) and ended up working only on closed circuit starting from at least £500/£1000.

I used to tell my friends while I was trying to teach them a little bit of my own way of doing things that I should write a book about how to be good at this job, because 90% percent of the girls in this industry have absolutely no idea what is about and also include a guide in Chloe’s book.

I was an escort and I was a brilliant one.

Chapter 2- highschool

When I realized how easy is to make money out of men I was 18 and in high school and from there I never looked back.

I was still in school my final year before my final exams when I got a text on instagram saying that if I send a naked picture I will get 100 euros over western union. I didn’t even hesitate, back then I used to send my school boyfriends for free all kinds of sexy stuff.

I didn’t think was legit, but couldn’t lose anything. I got a code, went to the bank and cash exactly 100 euros. Was the first time I ever saw euros. And back then for an 18 year old in Romania that only had money from my modest parents, believe me those were money.

And that is all it took. Because once you get a taste of it, you are hooked.

For all my final year I used to ask permission to go to the bathroom in the middle of the classes, took a few photos and one video and then send it over to that guy.

Every day Monday to Friday when I was going home from highschool I stopped at the bank to cash out from 50 euros to 100.

Eventually my family found out, even though I used to hide my money and always get off the taxi a few metres away from my house so I won’t get any questions, but unsuccessfully.

Chapter 3- videochat

After I finished highschool my parents put me into a nursing school because they wanted me to become a nurse, but dropped out 2 weeks after because I wanted a lot of money so I went to get a job at a videochat studio, dreaming I would get paid more than I could imagine and I’ll just find an rich old guy.

Reality hit me harder than a train could’ve.

I could barely survive out of my videochat salary. I used to flash my tities to men paying 2 dollars per minute, but from those 2 dollars after the platform and studio took their share I was left with exactly 30p.

Now imagine that for the first week I was at promotion 1 dollar per minute. Yes, now when I remember I am laughing as well.
I was doing all kind of things for those pervert men on the other end and my mom was still buy me clothes, because I couldn’t afford more than my taxis and cigarettes to the studio.