The Mormon & Virgin Mary

Tales from between the sheets.

When I first met Mary she was a virgin to the full-service industry. She seemed to have natural talents conducive to success as a professional companion. I won't lie and say I could also tell she had sociopathic tendencies, but good ones are great at hiding it (especially from themselves).

Mary made friends and regulars easily, was fun to work with, dependable, and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. She was also really good at spotting when there was “money on the table”. Unfortunately, the Virgin Mary wanted it all and then some, and didn’t care about the cost involved with taking as much as she could.

Her patron was a successful Mormon in his late 70s, a religious American man she met through a booking service in Canada. She managed to turn her regular client into a full-time sugar daddy, which at its core is no different than full-service sex work. Much like mail-order brides, it's just the more socially acceptable legal loophole and of course semantics.

The real tea about the SD racket is that it often allows praying on the inexperienced, on both sides of the fence.

When gifts, trips, and money weren't enough to provide bare-back services to a married man in his late 70s, Mary dreamed up her escape plan. Of course on the way out the door, she needed to make sure she was paid in full for what she felt she was owed for her time and services.

So Mary got to work, she hit the Mormon where he was soft… children - illegitimate ones - and how his faith felt about that. You might think a man nearing 80 would have doubts about his seed potency, and yes, most men, especially those dating a professional will want proof.

So how did Mary pull off the ultimate hustle, and what prices were paid for it?

Enter Anna, she was also young, new to the industry of being a professional girlfriend - smart, kind-hearted, lonely and an easy mark for someone like Mary. After everything was said and done and she was cast aside, Anna committed suicide. Before she shed her mortal coil, she found solace in confessing her sins to one of the few people in her life that she could be honest with.

Like many providers, Anna had an education, a career and a large student loan. As a professional medical office assistant Anna had a mentally stressful yet fulfilling day job. From being there for patients who received the happy news of a positive pregnancy test, to the dread of calling in a young man for an appointment to be informed he was HIV positive.

Anna had something that Mary couldn't understand, empathy for people and a conscience.

Meanwhile, Mary knew she could not stomach another day of this arrangement with the Mormon. His personality, his insatiable desire to caress her large breasts and of course his regular need to ejaculate inside her, supported by the magic of pharmaceuticals. His faith, hypocrisy and demands of her time and energy made her skin crawl.

It is common for professional companions to see their patrons through green-tinted lenses, making them someone they truly enjoy spending time with. Of course, without financial compensation, it is unlikely that relationships like this would occur naturally.

IMHO it is no different than your therapist who you share your most intimate desires, faults and life's troubles with. These professionals are some of the most important pillars in finding happiness in life, but this also would not typically happen without compensation.

Work is work, and although many people feel sex work might be an easy job, it is not. Just like becoming a therapist, it is also a job that is not suited for every type of personality, even if they think they are good at it.

The core requirement of a long and successful career is knowing how to say no to money for your own mental health.

Mary felt she was unable to “downgrade” to a full-service sex worker as a regular job again.

Oh yes dear reader there is a whorearchy but we will save that topic for another day.

She was smart, young and beautiful so working a regular job dealing with multiple types of customers was not for her. If she could find a way to have her basic need for housing permanently taken care of - then she would have used her head to get ahead, and not have to rely on her skills of head anymore.

So the Virgin Mary had dreamed up the perfect con, and with her friend Anna’s help she would score a brand new million-dollar property being bought for her prosperity and of course her immaculate conception’s security and safety as well. All it would take was a little manipulation, religious guilt, forged doctor notes, stolen sonograms and multiple hours of manipulative conversations over the phone with her best friend Anna. Let us not forget the important first prop and everyone's favourite gag gift “the positive pregnancy test”.

Mary had convinced this elderly man that he must ensure the mental health wellbeing of his illegitimate child, by never knowing their biological father. The arrangement was the purchase of a brand new two-bedroom condo in a beautiful downtown apartment building paid in full. In addition, a trust fund would be set up for the continued support and well-being of this innocent child (number 16 for him I believe). Yes, she succeeded and depending on what type of sex workers you tell this story to, many will praise the success of this con and crown this beauty the ultimate hustler pro.

Sex workers are a diverse bunch of people, so not everyone felt like the Virgin Mary took home the gold medal in hustling. Anna for instance felt horrible, guilty, and constantly afraid that she had put her professional career on the line. She spent many a night tormented about what she put the Mormon through. Multiple hours were spent convincing him he had fathered yet another soul and the best thing was to make sure mother and child were provided for, to pay penance and never be seen again.

Once Mary had everything she felt she deserved, an ongoing friendship with someone who had found her conscience was not something she felt she needed in life.

There was no compensation provided to Anna, although she had the most to lose from this fraudulent theft. Not only could she face jail time and a lifelong record, she would of course lose her chosen career path.

When Anna sheepishly looked at me and said, “I need to tell you something, and you are not going to like it” I could see pain written all over her face.

When she cried on my shoulder and showed me the “work” she had done for someone she thought was a true friend, she sobbed like a baby. When she asked for advice on “What should I do” I was in shock, and like she had been for almost a year, sincerely scared for her and her future. I didn’t have answers, I could only offer comfort, a shoulder to cry on and remind her she was a good person who was manipulated by someone with a predatory personality.

Part of the Virgin Mary’s master plan, an unfortunate miscarriage and loss of the child that would never be. Mary went on living her best rent-free life for many years, finally free of the Morman stating “I need space and time apart to heal from this loss.” I can only assume there were more victims and more heart-aching treachery afoot since a leopard often cannot change its spots.

Anna tried to move on, with an overwhelming amount of fear and guilt looming overhead every day. I will not say her choice to end her life was reliant only on this life experience, but I have always felt it played a huge part in her mental health decline.

When I received an unexpected knock on the office door that spring a young man asked if he could come in and talk to me. He mentioned he was a friend of Anna, and wanted to ask me some questions. Of course, starting a conversation looking for information about sex workers typically will get you a door slammed in your face. There was just something so sad in his eyes, I knew it well - as I have seen it in the mirror's reflection one too many times in this life. Before he said the words, I knew Anna had passed away - she was gone forever and would be missed indefinitely by the people whose lives she touched.

I was so angry, all the things I had stopped myself from doing because of a professional code of ethics I held dear, quickly escaped my common sense. I wanted to blast this venomous snake, post her picture everywhere and tell everyone this story. I envisioned calling this client up to let him know I would help however I could if he wished to press charges. I just couldn't bring myself to betray myself. Like many stories that cloud my mind and hurt my heart, I would have to live with this now, it was my cross to bear.

Instead, I chose to write a short but poignant text to this conceiver of fantasy. It read “Just thought you should know Anna is dead, one less person knows who you really are, but I still do.” Mary thought I was kidding, asked questions and as much as I wanted to say how Anna died, I didn’t. There is no point in trying to cause feelings of guilt in those incapable of it. Part of me felt that the Virgin Mary would somehow find a sense of pride in this, and I couldn’t give her that win.

Many years passed, and Anna was never far from mind, thankfully the anger I felt lessened as is the natural healing process. Then out of the blue, an email, a text message and a phone call all came through in succession, they were from the Virgin Mary.

“I know we did not part on the best of terms but I was hoping that we could connect again. I do completely understand if this isn’t something you’d like to pick up again, but I would like the opportunity”

I would say I was shocked, but I was not. I knew she would rear her little head again one day. The advantage of being in business for a long time is knowledge, I knew someone like Mary would be back again one day, it was inevitable.

I reminded her that throughout my career I had usually found ways to forgive and forget and take the pragmatic approach. Unfortunately for Mary, I also have a line in the sand and once it’s crossed, I know I can not go back.

The silver lining to this business is it is considered inappropriate to acknowledge a known sex worker in public, which means if our paths cross again - ignoring her existence is the right and ethical thing to do.

Sharing this story is part of my healing process. Writing is therapeutic and it allows inspiring personal growth in one’s self and possibly others.

On the same day, the Virgin Mary reached out to say she was “moving home” I was at a festival and serendipitously ran into Anna`s friend who stopped by all those years ago. Weird right? I took it as a sign that her story was the first one I should share.

Dedicated to A