The lovely people at Reddit have asked sex workers from around he world, “What’s the strangest thing you’ve been asked to do and how much were you offered for it?,” and as you might imagine, the responses they received ran the gamut.
One of the weirdest involved oranges and a college baseball player:
“Not my story, BUT… A buddy of mine in college was one of the university’s starting baseball pitchers. He also happened to be gay. (Nobody cared about the gay thing. He was a nice guy. Whatever.)
After college, he got an entry-level management job in the Miami area. The pay was crap, of course, so he started moonlighting as a RentBoy to augment his income.
Eventually, he got hired by some wealthy closet case. Showed up at the client’s home where he was led into the garage and shown a 50 gallon barrel. Filled with oranges. The client went into the opposite corner of the garage, stripped down naked, and asked my buddy to throw the oranges at him.
As Buddy tells it: “Man, I’m gay and everything. But I was a college baseball player. I throw in the high 80’s. Are you SURE you want me to do this?” Client LOVED HIM. Buddy plunked the guy for 20 minutes and got asked back every two weeks for the next 3 years. No sex. Just oranges. C’est la vie.
I asked my buddy what happened to stop the “relationship”. Apparently, the client eventually came out of the closet and moved to Texas. “Why Texas?”, I asked. “Deeper baseball talent pool” was his answer.”
Another commenter who said she “left the business around 13 years ago, but I still have a few memorable experiences to share,” wrote she used to play the part of “suspicious customs officer” with one of her regular clients. “Somehow it always ended up with an extremely thorough cavity search and simultaneous penis inspection. Never found anything though…,” she added.
And then there was the sniffer…
“Former stripper here, a bit late to the party but this is a weird story.
I had a guy who would come in at opening every night and book me for an hour just to sniff my armpits. At first I was like wtf but hey, it was $200 to sit there for an hour and make small talk with the guy. He wanted my top off for easy access but nothing else and no dancing. Sweet.
After a few times he gold a bit bolder and asked if I’d stop wearing deodorant (or not put it on until after he left) and if I would jump around/run on the spot a bit to get sweatier, which it started to irk me a little bit but he was harmless. One day he just disappeared without a goodbye 🙁
I think to think he found a girlfriend who’s pits he could sniff for free.”
Some of the other answers are far too racy to print here, but you can read them over at UNILAD.