Continuing our series on "not your typical escort" we ran across a girl, a remarkably beautiful girl, who works with the name "Constance". We wanted to speak to her because her ad, her pictures and her rates were eye popping.

Before we were able to contact her we realized, as we scoured the internet, that Constance had a huge internet presence. A website, a Twitter account, an innocent but nicely naughty Facebook page. Instagram, Pinterest and Google+ all featured her pictures.

That internet presence barely hinted that Constance was an escort. It was much more about photography and modelling. But, as we dug deeper it was apparent Constance also had a presence on a number of escort advertising websites.

We tried emailing Constance a couple of times but to no avail. She had set her emails up so that you have to provide extensive details, for pre-screening purposes we supposed, and because she did not get back to us we assumed she was not interested in being interviewed. Then, one Monday afternoon we received a Skype contact request from a person we had never heard of. We accepted and, a few minutes later, received a Skype call.

"This is Constance. You have been emailing me. How can I help you?"

We explained that we were talking to girls who had a different take on escorting.

"Stop right there. I am an escort in the same sense as an F1 race car is a car just like a Toyota," said Constance with a bit of a laugh. "I am happy to talk to you about what I do but you are not going to get it if you think about me as an escort. That's where I start, like a Toyota has four wheels and an engine just like an F1 car. Where I go from there is what makes all the difference."

We were even more intrigued and asked Constance to start at the beginning.

"I grew up in Tampa Florida. Totally normal family. Went to school and did all the teenage girl things. When I was fifteen I went through this strange sort of growth spurt. I got taller and a lot curvier. I went from a B-cup to a really ample C but my back and waist stayed tiny. It was fun, but a bit scary, to walk down the beach and actually have men start to follow me."

"I am a natural blonde and I have the green eyes which go with the light hair. A few freckles. I am twenty five but I am constantly asked for ID unless I am really dressed up. If I am just out in jeans and a sweater, even with ID, people don't believe I am old enough to drink. And that is all about the sunscreen my mum slathered on from the time I was a baby."

"When I was eighteen a local photographer took some bikini shots and sent them to a few fitness model magazines. I don't actually do a lot of time in the gym but he thought I might have a look they wanted. I really wasn't thinking of modelling because I knew I was much too busty for high fashion and I wasn't very interested in the whole nude/pinup thing. But fitness seemed ok. The shots attracted a lot of attention and one of the magazines flew me out to Los Angeles for a shoot. Not great money but fun."

"More importantly, that first shoot was done by a photographer who shot fitness and who also shot high end lingerie, mainly in Europe. About three months after the LA shoot I got a call from an agent in Milan who wanted to represent me in Milan and in the rest of Europe. I said sure and really didn't think about it again for another month. Then the phone rang and it was the agent and she had a four day shoot for a particular Italian lingerie line I had never heard of and the ticket was booked two days later."

"Boom. Literally overnight I was posing in very skimpy, highly structured, lingerie in Italy. And, as I was already over there, my agent found three or four other assignments. Which was great and fun and lucrative and I rented a little apartment in Milan. My parents were not thrilled but I was on my own, had a passport and making what I thought was really good money."

"Almost all my shoots were lingerie and while they were very professional, as the pictures came out in the magazines and started going up on the internet I got offered a few shoots which were more than a little sketchy. My agent screened out most of the really awful ones but a few got through. I didn't have any problem with nudity but that was not quite what made these assignments a bit doubtful. It was more an atmosphere. There were usually a couple of older guys in, what I learned later, were very good suits, hanging around the set for no good reason."

"Well, it turned out there was a good reason. Which I found out a few days later when my agent took me out for dinner. After a delicious ante pasta and a glass or two of what I have learned to call a Super Tuscan red she said, "Constance, I have been asked to introduce you to a gentleman."

Now, I was born at night but not last night. And I had been out to a few parties with a couple of models I'd met on shoots. Lots of drinks and lots of other, less attractive, things. These girls were older. One was German, the other English and they were modelling as much for the parties as the fees. I tended to leave early because I don't do drugs and I didn't much like the men who were hanging around. But, at these parties I kept being asked if my agent was getting me private assignments. It didn't take a lot of effort to figure out that private assignments were going to be more than "photographic".

Sadly, the modelling business is incredibly competitive and girls who started hitting the party circuit burn out fast and can no longer get editorial work, even lingerie. So, for a few years, they are still pretty enough to take private assignments. Escorting by another name.

Now my agent was asking me if I wanted to add this to my own modelling career. "Surely I am not washed up at nineteen?" I said to my agent.

"Quite the opposite my dear. Right now you are in your prime earning years. You're attracting attention and some gentlemen like to make arrangements with younger girls. Of course, they have to be much more generous." said my agent.

"How generous."

My agent took a note pad from her lovely Prada bag and, with a Mont Blanc pen, wrote a number. I won't tell you how much but I will tell you there were five digits.

"For one night? Nothing kinky?"

"Nothing very kinky. This gentleman does enjoy lingerie however. Something I am sure you will be able to accommodate." said my agent.

"Euros or dollars?" I asked.

"Euros."

Which is how I began. I kept modelling and, once or twice a month, my agent would ring me with a private assignment. For which she took a hefty commission. Because I travelled for my modelling I met a series of wealthy men in various cities in Europe. Some were awful but most were remarkably nice.

Most of the assignments took place in hotels. I would be booked into one hotel for my modelling assignment – usually a relatively inexpensive single room because I was often paying for the hotel myself – and I would have a private assignment come up. All of a sudden I was moving to a really grand hotel almost always in a suite.

At this level of the escorting business money means something but not that much. When I was modelling my fees all went through my agent. So did my fees for private assignments. She was amazingly honest and very clever. It made sense for me to have a very private account in Switzerland where my fees, after her commission were deposited. I travelled with two credit cards and 500 Euros. One credit card was personal and the other was business. Virtually everything I spent money on was business including hair, make-up, spa dates, trips to the gym, all my travel and hotels and meals. Which meant they were tax deductible. Because I was paying taxes and still am.

The clients wanted a variety of things – the obvious of course; but what they seemed really keen on was an ultra-luxe escort experience with a girl whose picture appeared in the magazines their wives read. That was the hook, that was what got them to spend an awful lot of money on a girl who, let's face it, is not that different from girls who have not been in the magazines.

In Europe I still go through my agent. Apparently she, and a number of other model agencies, have a very lucrative sideline in very high end escorts. She told me that at any given time she might have five girls on her books who are willing to do private assignments which suits her. More than that and she could not handle all the business herself. She has a very quiet Swiss account in the same bank as mine.

The European world of lingerie works in two seasons: Spring and Fall and if you are doing magazine work or catalogues there can be stretches of two or three months where there is very little work. Especially in the summer. And, in the summer, the private assignments tend to dry up because my escorting clients are all good family men and spend the summer with their wives and children.

I wanted to come back to the States, see my parents, hang out with my friends in Tampa. So I decided to test the US ultra high end market. It is totally different than Europe. Sure, in New York and LA there are agencies but, because so called prostitution is illegal in the US and, more importantly, those laws are often enforced, the agencies seemed to be more than a little sketchy.

On the other hand, my European clients spend half their lives in the US on business so I was pretty sure I could find the few dates I wanted a month by putting the word around that I was going to be in the States. I was right. But what I had not counted on was how wired up my European clients actually are.

I set up a small website and have a business cell for appointments and texts. I've told my parents and friends it is a work phone and I treat all my calls as if they are modelling related. I had barely landed in Tampa when a call came through from a French businessman who was going to be in Chicago for a week and hoped I could join him. He was a referral and he knew my rates. I think my parents were a bit surprised that three days after I had arrived in Tampa I was on a plane – First Class thank you – to Chicago for two nights. But they got used to it. I was in Tampa for two and a half months and had nine dates only one of which was nearby.

I realized that building up the US side of my escorting business made a lot of sense. Lingerie modelling is an unforgiving business. Some girls can keep going to thirty but most can't. Having a US based ultra high end escorting business gave me something to fall back on when Europe began to dry up. The Europeans wanted a girl they had seen in the magazines, the Americans wanted a girl who they perceived as "elite".

There are a lot of rich men in Europe but there are a lot more in the United States. My price in Europe was all about exclusivity. There were only so many girls who did lingerie successfully enough to have their own calendar or their names appearing beside their posts. I was one of them and that was what mattered to the Euros.

The American version of that are those guys who pay a lot of money to sleep with a Playboy Playmate or a porn star. I am neither. Instead, the way I advertise and market myself is as a European model on extended vacation in the United States. You mentioned in your email that my prices are eye popping and they are. For my American clientele my prices are the guarantee they are going to be getting the best of the best.

I don't use the courtesan word because I know what courtesans are and I am not one. But I do mention "in the tradition of Madame Claude's girls" and I make a point of emphasizing sophistication and style. Plus, in the US where I do not have the protection of my agent, I am incredibly picky. I don't want to work a lot, I certainly don't want a two hour "date", I do want to make it worth my time to fly around the country.

I have a little joke on my web site. I quote the 80's Canadian super model, Linda Evangelista who said, "We don't get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day." My joke is that "I don't get into bed for less than $10,000 a day" and I don't. And that is actually cheap compared to my European rates. But, in the United States I don't pay my agent a commission on my escorting dates.

The biggest marketing tool I have in Europe and in the US are the magazine tear sheets of me in luxury brand Italian and French lingerie. I am so lucky to be able to wear the sexiest, best made lingerie in the world and be paid to do it. Plus, of course, I am basically given the complete line in my size. And I do some fashion work as well so I always have tons of clothes. But putting those tear sheets are different from what most escorts can put on their sites.

Men are funny. While they certainly like the idea of a pretty, blonde, big busted woman as a companion, adding the words "lingerie model" to the mix and the names of a few magazines they might have heard of or at least they can pretend they have heard of, makes a huge difference. They are turning their Euros and their dollars into an experience which is, they think, unique. Something which a regular escort, no matter how high end, cannot bring to the table.

The best thing about those photo assignments and the tear sheets is that they exist independently. I have shots on my site from when I was just 19 and other shots from a month or two ago. The other thing which is great about the photo assignments is that my website actually looks entirely like a model's website. Unless you already know what you are looking for the fact that I also do escort work is deliberately pretty invisible. You need to know my escort name, "Constance" to access that information.

Combining modelling with escorting is not at all a new idea as my European agent will be the first to tell you. Modelling is, in fact, the perfect cover story. No one knows if I am flying off for a photo shoot or a private assignment and that is just the way I like it.

As I mentioned, the shelf life of a lingerie model is limited. But those tear sheets are forever. Which means that my potential career as an ultra luxe escort is likely to last several years longer than my career as a model. It is really my choice.

Obviously I love the money. And most of my escorting clients are interesting, accomplished, men who enjoy the whole mystique of a really high end call girl. Of course they can be a bit demanding but I like a challenge. One thing which is interesting is that my clients fall into two very distinct categories – one group will pay well to see me exactly once. They are what my agent calls trophy hunters and once they have had a girl they check her off their list and move on to the next model. There are a surprising number of these trophy hunters almost all in Europe.

The other category are men who could not care less if I am a lingerie model. They are interested in the attentions of a pretty girl and they are willing to pay for them. Better still, they are looking for discretion and predictability which means that they tend to want to see me on a regular basis.

It does not matter where you are on the escorting food chain: a good regular client is golden. This is as true in Europe as it is here in the States.

So, I expect my escorting business will evolve as my modelling career comes to its natural end. I will no longer have the trophy hunters which suits me just fine. Instead I am building up a decent base of regular clients on both sides of the Atlantic.

Right now I can't imagine escorting into my thirties but, a few years ago I would never have imagined being a successful model much less an "international courtesan". But here I am and I am thoroughly enjoying myself.