Exclusive | I quit my job as a kindergarten teacher to live a luxe lifestyle as a high-end male escort heres what I regret

As a New York City kindergarten teacher, riding in style for Sharay Hayes once meant scoring a clean-ish, empty seat on his train ride home to Harlem after a long day in the classroom.But after ditching his low-paying gig with the kids to become one of the boroughs’ most in-demand male escorts — sexually servicing millionaires, mobsters and megastars alike — Hayes, 53, went from straphanger to Mercedes-Benz hoarder, amassing a fleet of $150,000 luxury cars to go with his 41-foot yacht and South Florida mansion.The sumptuous indulgences are just a few of the goodies that came with the Manhattanite’s banging career move.According to the pro, lusty rendezvous with the city’s female elite are all part of the daily grind for rent-a-Romeos like himself and Gregg Starr, the towheaded escort accused of scamming Roblox widow Marianne Flippo out of $6 million in an explosive lawsuit. “I’d say 99% of the time, male escorts are having sex with clients,” revealed Hayes, neither accusing any specific entity nor person of prostitution.“Even if there’s an ‘Only for companionship’ stipulation, it’s a front.”The world of gigolos has been thrust into the spotlight again thanks to the unseemly court battle playing out between Flippo and Starr, with the former claiming that she didn’t realize she was hiring an escort for a trip to Italy — and Starr’s team claiming that what may have started as transactional quickly became a real loving relationship.
Now, Hayes is lifting the lid on what, from his experiences, New York’s elite clients really expect from their companions.“The idea that we’re being hired to accompany women on red carpets and date nights is all part of the cover,” he insisted, claiming the men in his field often make out like bandits, in more ways than financially.“Being a male escort is the biggest ego stroke that a man could ever want.How many men in this world can actually say, ‘Women pay to be with me?,’” boasted the ...