Dirty, sexy money: Colegiala selling sex

by: Chienalee Garcia

My uniform says it all: high standard education from a well-known university, and ultimate colegiala status. I come from a well-off family from the province and I graduated from the honor roll of a high school run by nuns. I may look every inch a refined, timid convent-bred girl but I am actually not. In fact, if the sisters from my high school knew about what I do now, they’d be running back to their convents, screaming for divine intervention. I’ve tried all the vices introduced to me: smoking, drugs, alcohol, and sex. Truth be told, I can spend an entire week without the first three, but with sex it’s a different thing. I enjoy it so much that I even let others pay me for the services I offer.

Yes, I am a high class prostitute.

I vaguely remember how it all started but I’m pretty sure I did not lose my virginity to a customer. I gave it to my college boyfriend, who later dumped me a few weeks after we have done the deed. A true scumbag, I know. But that’s another story.

Sex drive
Sex sells, so they say. But unlike those student prostitutes rumored to graze the U-belt area, I do not whore myself out to pay for my school tuition. My parents provide well enough for that and I’m smart enough to know not to use the money allotted for my schooling on my luho. I don’t want them to have any suspicions that’s why I use the money I get from my ‘business’ to buy all the things I want. From designer clothes and shoes, to the latest gadgets; you name it, I can buy it. Thanks to my wonderful assets.

It is not a matter of rebellion; tamang trip lang. I admit I lack the proper guidance I need from my parents that’s why I ended up like this. But I try not to think of it sometimes especially when I’m in the middle of servicing a customer; it gets in the way of my performance and it would be embarrassing if I provide less for him considering he pays a huge amount just to have me. 

That plus the fun of sex itself drives me to do this.

My rule book
You’ve probably heard of it from some people before, but it’s true that prostitutes establish rules with their clients. I don’t know about the others, but mine are definitely strict. First of all, courtship is prohibited. I’ve had several experiences regarding customers trying to woo me to being their girlfriend, but of course I decline. Sure, they may be the perfect knights to the damsel in distress that I am, but I see the chinks in their armor and I don’t want any of that. Besides, I enjoy being single, and committing to a man would put a stop to my business.

Another imperative is the use of protection. Although I also take pills to make sure pregnancy is never going to happen, I require my client to use contraceptives. Plus, I don’t want any of those STDs, thankyouverymuch. And if in case he doesn’t have one, I always have an extra condom stashed in my purse. Mahirap na e.

Hey, better safe than sorry, right?

My primary consumers
The men who have done it with me are not those of the average kind. I have strict preferences with regard to my clients. I only offer my services to those who are not committed, around my age range, and belong to the higher strata of society. I do not serve minors like high school boys because I think that’s just sick. I don’t want to imagine myself doing my little brother. The same goes with married men. I don’t want to do a man who’s about the same age as my father and I don’t want to be a home wrecker.

Of course, these men have to be good looking. You might think I don’t get enough customers due to my partiality for good looks, but you’re wrong. I have a handful of patrons who are attractive themselves. Besides, modesty aside, I look good myself so I don’t think I deserve any less.

Because of this, I mostly deal with students just like me. As much as possible I do not engage with schoolmates as this can get nasty. I don’t like the idea of coming across your clients along the halls every single day.

I sometimes also do it with acquaintances, just for the heck of it. If he happens to be a close friend, I rarely ask for compensation. I guess him keeping my secret is enough.

Sex sells
Math may not be my best subject but I know how to correctly price my services.  Since my clients are mostly students like me, I try to be considerate. A night in the sack costs around P5, 000 to P10, 000, depending on how long it will last. No services lower than that. And if my performance is good, I get a tip of at least P2, 000. But the highest amount I earned was around P15, 000 for a 3-hour session with a college student who only wanted foreplay. I guess he was that desperate to pay that much for sex.

With meet-ups, I go to coffee shops and bars. Then my clients bring me to motels or condos to get it on. Before we do the act, I have to get paid half the negotiated amount first. I don’t want to go home empty-handed, save for the experience.

Un-guilt trip
I have to admit, I rarely feel guilty with what I do. What I only care about is my reputation. I don’t like the idea of people calling me labels behind my back. Only a few people know of my business, and I trust them to not talk about it to other people.

I actually do not feel pity for myself since I have chosen this path and no external forces were involved. I feel proud, to tell you the truth, that I can do this kind of work. Not only can I fully utilize my assets, I get to enjoy sex and get paid for it all at the same time. I think that’s the best part. At least I get proper compensation for what I do. Yung iba nga libre lang e.

So maybe what I do is unacceptable in society, but what’s important is that I do what I want to do and that I harm no one. I guess I’ll be doing this for some time, I’ll think about quitting next time. Or never at all.