My Name Is Maria. I Am A Portuguese Escort

My name is Maria and I am originally from Portugal. But when I am working as an escort I normally tell people I am, from Brazil. They seem to think that girls from Brazil are more exotic and sexy than girls from Portugal. Obviously I disagree, but if it gets me the work why should I care? What I think is very funny is that most Brazilian girls tell the escort agencies that they are from Portugal so that they will think that they can work in Europe without any legal issues. And here am I, as hot and sexy as any of them and an rear view escort girl maria nude with suntanEU citizen by birth pretending to be an immigrant. Strange world that we live in.

The best and most professional escort agencies are never fooled by the “I am from Portugal and I just happen to have a big ass, why not sell me to clients as Brazilian” routine. All they need to do is to ask for ID, or for immigration papers. The best escort agents in Tenerife always do that. I know, because firms like Tenerife Beauties required ID from me before they would add me to their website. Which is fine and I am happy with it, because it helps keep me safe.

The Police in Spain have no reason to be interested in an escort agency or the girls that work with them unless drugs or illegal girls get involved. And then everyone gets caught up in it. So I always work with escort agencies who are careful about signing girls up. If they are careful with me, then there is a good chance that they will be careful with all the other girls too.

I have been working as an escort all over Spain for about six years after leaving university. There are not a lot of jobs in Portugal. And the ones that you can get are pretty crap, unless you know who to talk to – friends of the family, friends of friends, that sort of thing. I tried working in some call centres and hated every minute of it. I really did not want to work in the travel industry (which is now ironic with the number of hotels I visited). And I had no interest in real estate. So all that ruled the Algarve out.

I had always had a very open view on sex and been quite sexually active and slightly promiscuous, so I thought “why not?” and have hardly looked back since.


How Did I Become A Madam?

Ione – the Marbella Madam – asked me to talk about one of the most commonly asked questions about my work as the owner of an escort agency. One that she too gets asked all the time. How did I come to be in the industry in the first place and to start up my own business as a Madam? As an aside, I love the term “Madam”. It sounds much more 1900 New Orleans or Paris. All flock wall paper and velvet rather than the equivalent “Pimp” which is all Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch or New York as in The Deuce. Anyway, nineteen seventies and Cadillacs. Probably with furry seats. But I am digressing, back to the question, which has a fundamental flaw in it – that I started in the sex industry and then moved to start and manage an escort agency. Nope, not the case at all. I started out in the escorting and prostitution business as a result of the 2008 banking and economic crisis, but not as an escort or as a sex worker of any kind. I started at the top, as it were as a coldly rational business decision.

babe ruth quoteWhen the 2008 banking crisis hit – who would have thought that selling second mortgages to people with no jobs and no income would be a bad idea? – my business consultancy was hit along with it. Firms were just not looking to invest in marketing when their income was falling. Which is like someone saying that they will not do any marketing until sales improve. Anyway, my marketing consultancy was in trouble and along with it my lifestyle. So I followed my own advice and analysed the markets. Fortunately, I already knew Ione so it was easy to pick her brain. And the more I thought about it, the more the answer of starting an escort agency became an obvious solution. Mine may never be as good as 2nd Circle in Malaga, but it hits all my essential criteria that I researched. The basic questions I looked into are below. And when you think about it you might come up with a similar conclusion to mine and Ione´s.

  • What industries are recession proof?

  • What types of business have relatively low start up costs?

  • What industries are there where I can sub contract most of the work?

  • What business sectors are there where success depends almost entirely on your own work and skill, rather than who you know’

  • What businesses have a large number of smaller clients instead of relying on a small number of very large ones?

  • What businesses have steady daily cash flow instead of big lumps followed by potential famine?

Simples, really. Then I just had to work out how to do it!

My Life As A Brazilian Escort In Las Palmas

My working name is Maria (as in, that is not my real name) and I am a Brazilian escort working in Spain and sometimes other parts of Europe. I do not like getting too far from the sun shine, as you would expect. I have been working as an escort for eight years now. No one forced me into it and it is work that, while I am not excited by it, I know I am good at and it gives me enough money to live the life I want to live. I go back to Brazil to see my family twice a year, usually for a month at a time. It is always good to see them. Once every couple of years my family will come to Spain to visit me. The apartment will get a little full then, because that means my mother, father, sister and two brothers. Luckily none of my brothers or sisters are married yet! All the family know what I do for a living and they are all fine with it. Sex is not such a big thing in Brazil as it is in Europe or America. But I do not work while they are here. I do not want to rub their noses in it too much.

brazilian escort working out in las palmas dumbells and black shorts and crop topI came to Spain to live with my Portuguese boyfriend. We had been together for a year in Sao Paolo before we came to Europe. After a few months in Portugal we got married. Partly because we loved each other and partly to make sure that I could stay in Europe and would not have any problems with the immigration authorities. Inevitably pretty soon after that we separated. And before you get cynical and think that it was a marriage of convenience, it was him who left me. For a girl from his work. We stay in touch, but I had to find a way to pay the bills if I was going to stay in Europe. While I was in Las Palmas for the winter sun and work, I went from waitress to stripper to lap dancer to full-on escort in Las Palmas over the course of about four months as I could see the extra money the next type of girl was making.

Having sex with men for money is absolutely no problem for me. I like keeping in shape and I love dressing up and looking pretty. And I am making enough money to put lots aside each year and save up for my future. I think I probably have another five to eight years before my looks start to fade and I would have to start taking work I do not want. But by then I should have made more than enough money to buy my own place and start my own business, either here or back in Brazil.

Kinky Sex On Gran Canaria

I have the lucky and fortunate situation of being rather well paid to do a job that I love. In fact, I get paid to do something as a job that I also do for free in my private life. And no, I do not do freebies! I am in a long-standing personal relationship. And outside my work life I am extremely monogamous. I will go to swinger parties for work, but certainly not in my private life. And no, I am not a prostitute. I do not have sex with people for money. Though I have a lot of friends who do. And I have lots of clients who pay for sex. Sometimes with my friends. No, I am not a prostitute, escort, call girl, whore or courtesan. I am a Mistress. A dominatrix. A Domme. I beat, bind and humiliate men (and a few women) for money. And I am also a Dominant. Which means that I beat, bind and humiliate my lover for fun.

dominatrix in Gran CanariaI have been practising sado masochism in my private life since I was a teenager. It started with a partner with whom I tried being the dominant with me and tied me up and blind folded me. The orgasms were good but I knew something was not right. So I turned the tables on him and knew immediately that this was right for me. And from the screams as he came and came and came I knew I was quite good at it. While I was spending a few weeks in the Canary Isles I tried out life as an escort in Gran Canaria. I had no problem with the work and the money was good. But honestly, I had been spoiled. Vanilla sex just was not for me. I just loved fetish activities and kink. So I tried out taking my hobby into the marketplace. And holy cow it turned out to be a match made in heaven!

I have been working as a Dominatrix for about ten years now and I feel that I have just started to reach my professional peak. For escorts, youth and a tight body is at a premium. For Mistresses, while a tight body and beauty is useful and earns you more, experience and skills are the things. Most of the erotic charge in kink is psychological. Escorts let men into their bodies. Submissives let their Mistress into their heads and minds. That is what it takes time to learn, even for a natural like me.

The Contrast In Style Is Stunning

It does not matter how long I live in Marbella and the Costa del Sol, some things still surprise the hell out of me. And as I have been spending a lot of time in Ibiza this spring and summer it has been a little like seeing home in Marbella with a fresh eye.

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Not an escort. But very Marbella

Other than the sudden and massive increase in the number of people that seem to have appeared over night while I was away for a few days, one thing really struck me about Marbella (Puerto Banus especially) when I came back after a short trip to Ibiza. The massive, over-the-top bling slinging and super-human super conscious effort that visitors to Marbs take. TOWIE made “no carbs till Marbs” famous as a slogan. But it seems that they also somehow or other. Somewhere along the line, became the ultimate fashion and styling icons for anyone who visits Marbella, Puerto Banus and the surrounding area.

It seems that no woman of whatever age or physical condition can go to one of the beach clubs in Marbella such as Ocean Club, La Sala by the Sea, or Nikki Beach without six inch platform heels, a designer swimsuit with lots of metal on it (ouch in forty degree sunshine!) and full night-time make-up and hair styling. Together, of course, with lots of shiny bracelets, huge designer sunglasses and a designer handbag large enough to fit a small car.

And no man can appear at the same locations without some combination of steroid enhanced body-builder physique (with every single body hair removed of course) and large and very heavy luxury watch and a car that costs the same to run as a small African country.


Again not an escort. But much more Ibiza.

Ibiza gives a total contrast. It is all about hippy chic and boho style. If you are a guy wearing a clunky luxury watch such as a Rolex you might as well put a sign over your head saying “asshole who doesn’t get it”. If you are a woman, it is shorts and a peasant top with flat shoes or trainers so you can go from the beach to the club and dance all night. And if your are wearing high heels you are either trying too hard or are advertising your wares as one of the lower-end streetwalking escorts who haunt the taxi ranks outside Space, Ushuaia and Pacha.

The same style differences apply to the escorts in Marbella and the escorts in Ibiza. None of my friends who work in Marbella and Puerto Banus could ever go to meet a client in anything other than full nightclub get up. Even at three in the afternoon. The highest of heels, the sexiest and most overt of dresses, full on blatant glamour with no exception unless the client has absolutely specified.

The best escorts Ibiza has to offer, as opposed to their peers who are the finest escorts Marbella can provide are much more low-key in their style. Shorts, ankle boots, (high heels in their bag together with the sex toys!) and much less overtly shouting their sex appeal.

I guess the girls fit what the men are used to being turned on by. Which makes total sense, of course. But flying from one to the other and being very aware of the styling and selling of sexuality is a little disorienting. And tough on the wardrobe!