HETÆRA

The Company of Hetaerae

 

Escort for intelligent people

It´s time. It´s here.

 

 

Berlin, city of promises – a place of departure and of libertinage; a city with a unique euphorigenic atmosphere of carelessness and folly and of transgressing erotic boundaries. The Reunification and the hedonist era before and after the millennium have turned this city into a seductive destination of desire. Here, a new generation of ambitious and confident young women reach for the fruits of freedom. Women like us.

It´s about self-determination

There has never been a time when women were as free as they are right now. And there are few places where we can be as free as in Berlin – the city in which dogmas and conventions have become as obsolete as the Berlin wall.

The fee with which you honour one of us, remains with her to the full amount. There is no agency, no commission. An infatuating woman has the right to ask money for her love-making – and only she has this right.

 

 

„A good whore must be revolutionary through and through.“

Grisélidis Real

A woman who sells herself should belong to herself

 

Only a woman who understands that she belongs to herself, can truly be in charge of herself. She can sell her company at a high price, if she wants to.

The hours that you spend with us, do not make you a beneficiary of a predicament. You do not benefit from unclear dependencies, nor does a third person benefit from your trust: The fee with which you honour one of us, remains with her to the full amount. There is no agency, no commission. An infatuating woman has the right to ask money for her love-making – and only she has this right.

Modern hetairas

 

 

We set high standards for escort – for ourselves as well. We are modern hetairas –  well-educated and are able to conduct a conversation on the level of intellectual discourse. However, we do not speak the slang of intellectual ghettos. We oppose to education as a means of social distinction just as much as we decline sexist clichés. We want to be victorious with charm. We are used to making our moral judgements ourselves.

We are not passive objects of desire, nor are we headless. What we do, we do out of a deep personal conviction, rather than as a side job. We wish to wake desires, elevate and cultivate them. We want to embellish your life. We want to change the world. We are artists of erotics.

 

THE SECRET TO HAPPINESS IS FREEDOM.

AND THE SECRET TO FREEDOM IS: COURAGE!

Pericles, lover of the hetaera Aspasia, 490 BC

Ambitious and sophisticated

 

A hetaera has learnt that self-liberation starts where blind obedience ends. Make us your accomplice in overcoming useless bans! Sensuality is a virtue, for it bears evidence to strong, vivid feelings. Just like us, feel the euphoria that goes hand in hand with experiencing one’s own strength. Let us have a try at the revolt against bigotry and victorianism! You will be amazed at the energy set free in this determination.

What we do, we do out of a deep personal conviction, rather than as a side job. We wish to wake desires, elevate and cultivate them. We want to embellish your life. We want to change the world. It is more then random sexescort. We are artists of erotics.

A feeling of happiness that lasts longer than just one night.

 

 

© Hetaera Berlin 2025

 
 

 

The Love of Hetaerae

Times are a´changing… but here we are. We always have been. We always will be:
The oldest profession in the world.

Kronenhalle, Zurich

This one restaurant, the perfect place.

Where seduction Begins

The food is exquisite. But almost irrelevant. Because what we’re truly tasting is each other.
Look by look. Word by word.

Sober intoxication

We meet on mysterious, magical, wicked terrain.

The man from Adlon

He is bashful but we smile encouragingly. We are enjoying the game…

Life Changing Sex

The bespoken phenomenon

Take a walk on the wild side

He’s neither quite Joan of Arc, nor quite Fairy Carabosse, nor quite Rothbart. Will he free me from invisible chains, condemn me to a hundred years of sleep, or perhaps turn me into a swan?

MY FLUFFY ANGORA BUNNY

Every hotel room in this world is a gateway to non-time. You draw the curtains. And you see, the room is everywhere in the world at once.

Starfish

Juliette´s first time with a callboy

The Whore Maker

Ever since I’ve launched this high-class escort service platform with a feminist touch, three to five women on average apply for a job with me every week. Because of me, they all want to become prostitutes.

Selling love

When people say people like me sell love, they touch upon an interesting linguistic ‘blunder’. After all, love is not buyable, and the fact that it can’t be bought is perhaps the inner contradiction of prostitution…

That time I danced with Judith Butler

I queued up to Butler’s podium. When it was my turn I didn’t ask her about her theories. I asked her:“Dou you dare to dance?”An enchantingly embarrassing smile flashed across her face. There were so many waiting their turn in line. I should just dance alone.“It’s a party, isn’t it?”What a diplomatic response. My feeling: she was in a funk. It must have come as a horrid surprise for her to realize what was going on here: the enemy was leading her into temptation.

Abolitionism is hypocrisy

What peeves me most about the abolitionists is their hypocrisy. No, they don’t hate sex workers. They just don’t believe that they exist. Prostitutes are for them, namely, not women who work, but rather women who are wronged with violence. In us they see victims, not acting subjects. That they themselves are doing violence to us which they ascribe to the patriarchy, they do not see.No, they don’t want to criminalize us. Only our clients. They don’t want to take away our jobs. They just don’t want anybody to pay us for what we do.No, they don’t hate foreigners. They just don’t want them in their city, in their country.

Beeing a happy hooker

The door closes behind me. I am alone in the long corridor of an elegant hotel. It’s the middle of the night; guests are sleeping behind monotonous hotel room doors. In the elevator, a quick glance in the mirror – my hair is wet, my eye make-up is smudged, but my skin is glowing, my cheeks are rosy after sex and I feel pretty. I believe I never look as good as I do after some hours of fruitful sex.