A Late-Night Confession: Hanging Out with an Escort

Catching Up After Years Apart

Rahul had been living in Chennai all his life. At 32, he worked in IT and had the kind of predictable routine that many city professionals followed: office during the day, gym in the evening, and the occasional weekend outing.

One Friday night, he finally met up with Sneha, his old college friend. They hadn’t seen each other in months, and both were eager to catch up.

“Feels like ages, Sneha!” Rahul said as they clinked their glasses.

“Don’t remind me” she laughed. “We need to stop acting like forty-year-olds already.”

They found themselves at a late-night bar near Nungambakkam, one of the few places still open after hours in Chennai. The streets outside were slowly quieting down, but inside the bar, the music and laughter created a bubble where time didn’t matter. After that one drink, they decided to continue their night at Sneha's place, which was nearby, cosy and... sexy.

A Drunken Secret Changes the Night

By the third drink, Sneha leaned closer across the table. Her tone had shifted, softer, almost cautious.

“Rahul, I want to tell you something. But you can’t judge me, okay?”

Rahul raised an eyebrow. “After everything we went through in college? Trust me, there’s nothing you can say that will shock me.”

Sneha hesitated, then exhaled. “I work as an escort. Through Locanto.”

Rahul blinked, processing. “Wait… you mean like… you’re an escort for real?”

“Yes” she said, meeting his eyes. “Not every night. Just sometimes. It’s good money, and it’s on my terms. I don’t hide from it anymore.”

“I Work as an Escort in Chennai”

Rahul set his glass down slowly. He was surprised, sure, but not judgmental.

“Honestly? I didn’t expect that. But… it’s your life. You’re not hurting anyone” he said.

Sneha smiled faintly. “I wasn’t sure you’d react that way. Most people think it’s shameful, but for me… it’s just practical. Some nights it’s for the money, some nights it’s just for the experience. It’s not complicated.”

Rahul nodded. “Makes sense. And internet, huh? That’s how people find you?”

“Yeah,” Sneha said. “Anyone looking for an escort in Chennai just checks the listings. I pick who I want to meet. I’m in control of the situation.”

Honest Talk Over Another Drink

The conversation grew deeper, more open than it had ever been between them. Rahul asked respectful but hot questions, and Sneha answered without hesitation.

“You know, half the guys I meet aren’t even after anything wild,” Sneha explained. “Some are just lonely. Some want company. Some just want someone to listen.”

“That’s different from what most people assume” Rahul admitted.

“Exactly,” she said. “There’s a whole side to this city people don’t see. Chennai isn’t just temples and offices. At night, it’s a different world.”

Rahul swirled his whiskey. “And to think I’ve been wasting my Fridays watching cricket at home.”

They both laughed, the kind of laugh that breaks tension and makes the night feel lighter.

From Friendship to Something Unexpected

It was well past midnight now. They decided to have one last drink together, even though it was late. As expected, the conversation continued. The whiskey loosened whatever distance was left between them.

“You know,” Rahul said, “I never thought I’d be sitting here, drinking with an escort who’s also my old college buddy.”

Sneha laughed. “Life’s funny, isn’t it?”

The laughter faded into silence. Their eyes lingered on each other. There was no plan, no expectation — but one thing led to another, and for that night, friendship blurred into something else. They got close immediately and started undressing each other. They felt the fire when they touched their body. At that point there was no friendship anymore, it was sex full of passion. They kept all night as they were craving each other since forever.

Waking Up Without Regrets

Rahul woke up the next morning on her couch, a blanket thrown over him. Sneha walked out of her room in a T-shirt, holding two steaming cups of coffee.

“Good morning” she said casually.

“Morning” Rahul replied, sitting up and taking the cup.

They sipped in silence for a while. Finally, Sneha spoke. “So… last night. Are we okay?”

Rahul nodded. “Yeah. We’re friends. Friends who got a little drunk and had a crazy night. That’s all.”

She smiled. “Exactly. No regrets, no drama.”

What One Night Revealed

Later that afternoon, Rahul drove back home. The streets were alive again — buses packed with commuters, families shopping, street vendors calling out. Chennai was back to its usual rhythm, but Rahul carried the memory of the night like a secret pocket of freedom.

It wasn’t just the hookup. It was the realisation that people around him — even old friends — lived double lives. Some worked 9-to-5 jobs, then quietly became escorts by night.

It wasn’t shameful. It wasn’t tragic. It was just another side of life in a big city.

Secrets and Casual Choices

For Rahul, that one night changed the way he looked at Chennai. Behind the ordinary routines were hidden stories, private choices, and casual encounters that most people never spoke about.

Sneha’s confession — “I work as an escort in Chennai” — had surprised him at first. But instead of pushing them apart, it brought honesty and curiosity.

They both knew life would go back to normal. He would return to his job, and she would continue balancing her work and private life. But they also knew they had shared a night that was theirs alone — casual, unplanned, and free of judgment.