73-year-old escort reveals the grossest request she’s ever had from a client

73-Year-Old Escort Reveals the Grossest Request She’s Ever Had From a Client

By the time Marianne turned 73, very little surprised her.

She had lived through the sexual revolution, the AIDS crisis, the rise of the internet, and the slow, awkward migration of desire from hotel bars to dating apps. She had worked as an escort for over four decades—long enough to understand that people rarely pay for sex because they’re horny. They pay because they’re lonely, curious, ashamed, grieving, bored, or trying to feel powerful in a world that makes them feel small.

Still, one request stopped her cold.

“I’ve had men cry on my shoulder,” Marianne says. “I’ve had people ask me to dress like their ex-wife, their mother, their high-school crush. I’ve had clients who just wanted to talk for two hours and hold hands. But this one? This one made my stomach drop.”

Marianne—who asked that only her first name be used—has the calm, clipped voice of someone who has spent a lifetime setting boundaries and enforcing them. She lives alone in a modest apartment, keeps her hair silver on purpose, and drinks her coffee black. She doesn’t romanticize the industry, but she doesn’t apologize for it either.

“I’m not easily shocked,” she says. “You don’t survive this long if you are.”

A Lifetime in the Industry

Marianne began escorting in her late twenties, after a divorce left her financially stranded with few options. At the time, she told herself it would be temporary.

“That’s what everyone says,” she laughs dryly. “Just until I get back on my feet.”

But she discovered something unexpected: she was good at it. Not just the sex—though that mattered—but the emotional labor. The listening. The ability to read a room, read a man, read what wasn’t being said.

Over the years, her clientele aged with her. So did their requests.

“Young men think they want bodies,” she explains. “Older men want absolution.”

By her sixties, Marianne had become something of a specialty provider. She was sought out specifically because of her age. Men who didn’t want the performance of youth. Men who wanted gentleness, experience, or the fantasy of a woman who had seen everything and judged nothing.

“At least that’s what they assumed,” she says.

The Request That Crossed the Line

The client contacted her through a referral—always a good sign. He was polite, articulate, and in his late fifties. His messages were normal at first. Complimentary, respectful. He asked about availability, rates, boundaries.

Then came the final message.

“He asked if I would help him recreate something,” Marianne says. “Not a fantasy exactly. A ritual.”

She pauses before continuing.

“He wanted me to pretend to be dying.”

Not role-play illness in a vague sense. Not a dramatic faint. He wanted specifics. Instructions. Timing. He wanted to lie beside her while she described her body failing, her breath slowing, her voice fading—until she went completely still.

“And he wanted to watch,” she says quietly. “Not sexually. Emotionally.”

Marianne declined immediately.

“That wasn’t about intimacy,” she says. “That was about control over death.”

Why It Felt So Wrong

Escorts hear strange requests all the time, but this one hit differently. It wasn’t just unsettling—it felt unsafe in a way that had nothing to do with physical harm.

“When you’re older, death isn’t theoretical,” Marianne explains. “It’s in your phone contacts. It’s in your joints. It’s in the mail when another friend’s name disappears.”

She believes the request came from fear, not cruelty. The client had recently lost his mother. He mentioned it in passing, almost as an afterthought.

“I think he wanted to rehearse loss,” she says. “Or control it. Or make it quiet.”

But understanding a request doesn’t mean agreeing to it.

“There are fantasies you can witness,” Marianne says. “And fantasies that turn you into a prop for someone else’s trauma.”

She refused—and blocked him.

The Myth of “Anything Goes”

There’s a persistent myth that escorts will do anything for the right price. Marianne says that belief is not only wrong, but dangerous.

“The most important skill in this job is saying no,” she says. “If you can’t say no, you don’t last.”

Over the years, she’s turned down requests involving humiliation, cruelty, bodily fluids, and emotional manipulation. Not because they were inherently sexual, but because they crossed her personal line.

“People confuse paid consent with limitless consent,” she says. “They’re not the same.”

Even now, at 73, she maintains a strict rule set. No violence. No degradation. No scenarios involving death, children, or coercion.

“Some things don’t belong in the bedroom,” she says. “Even a rented one.”

Aging, Desire, and Power

There’s another reason the request disturbed her: it erased her humanity.

“When you’re young in this industry, you’re objectified as a body,” Marianne says. “When you’re old, you’re objectified as an idea.”

To some clients, she represents wisdom, finality, a kind of erotic punctuation mark at the end of life. That can be flattering—or deeply unsettling.

“Being desired at my age is complicated,” she admits. “Sometimes it feels like respect. Sometimes it feels like someone trying to borrow your mortality.”

The request to simulate dying wasn’t about her pleasure, or even mutual fantasy. It was about her disappearance.

“And I’m still very much here,” she says firmly.

What People Don’t Want to Talk About

Marianne believes society is deeply uncomfortable with three things: sex, aging, and death. Combine all three, and people don’t know where to look.

“We act like old people don’t have sex,” she says. “And like sex shouldn’t involve feelings. And like death shouldn’t be acknowledged until it’s unavoidable.”

Escort work, especially among older providers, sits at the intersection of all three taboos.

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