An Exclusive Arrangement: Life Under One Roof

This blog post dives into my journey of becoming an escort—starting with my first experiences navigating client inquiries, moving out of a dorm to protect my secret, and entering into an exclusive arrangement with a man who supported my studies. When the relationship unraveled, I found myself back in the escorting world, ready to continue on my path.

Celyn Labuyo

10/23/20242 min read

In 2016, I lost my v-card, and that year marked a turning point for me. I started exploring my body’s desires and eventually became an escort. It wasn’t just the sex that drew me in—I also picked up smoking and soon became a chain smoker. I began drinking alcohol with my college friends at bars, and my life took a complete 180.

After discovering sex worker groups on Facebook, I created my own profile and set my rates. Back then, I charged up to 2,000 PHP for 3 hours. The number of inquiries I received was far more than I ever expected, and I started meeting clients after my classes. Those first experiences were overwhelming, and I had no one to confide in.

I tried opening up to my gay friend, who lived in the same dorm and introduced me to this more liberated lifestyle. He would invite me to bars, boast about his hookups with guys from different colleges, and smoke cigarettes with me. But when I confided in him about accepting money for sex, he judged me, calling me flirty because I had become more sexually active. His reaction hurt, and I decided to move out of the dorm.

Once I transferred, I realized I couldn’t share a space with other students anymore. They had begun noticing my unusual schedule, especially my late-night departures. Eventually, I rented my own apartment to have a private, discreet place to live and work.

Within a few months, I found someone who offered to support my studies in exchange for living with me and being exclusive to him. He paid my tuition and gave me a food allowance. It was a unique experience—living under the same roof with someone whose identity I never really knew. I didn’t ask any personal questions, and I never touched his belongings, especially his phone, out of respect for his privacy.

We only met at night due to his work schedule and my classes. Our routine consisted of cuddling, some light conversation about our day, and then sex before sleep. It was nice, until I noticed him constantly texting on his phone late into the night. I wasn’t jealous, but we had agreed to exclusivity. When I confronted him, his excuse was that he was talking to his boss and coworkers about work

After three months of living together, our arrangement ended, and I returned to the escorting world.