To pay my tuition, I took a job at an erotic massage service for women. The pay was good, but because it was sex work, I wanted to keep it secret. I had one firm rule: no intercourse. Then a married neighbor who had always helped me arrived as a customer. I treated her while trying to conceal my identity, but a mask was not enough. In exchange for her silence, she demanded full sex, and I felt I had no choice but to accept.