<human>: Can you give me a shortened version of the text?

We were talking about random things and thoughts today when she send me a pic of these white laced stockings. Naturally I was drooling when she told me she had a pair but they were packed awy. After a little back story she tells me she got them 1) as a hand-me-down from her friend who 2) was/is an escort in NYC (the panties were hers, the stockings were given go her.) 
Anyways she said she went to visit her friend there and said she was offered a job there a while back and she immediately took it back, embarrassed. I told her that since she spilt the beans she might as well entertain me with a story while she wiped them up. This was my first mistake.
She says that if she tells me I can't tell a soul and to never bring it up again, I agree and she continues to tell me this incredibly elaborate story of how she was visiting her friend, had lunch with her and her friends boyfriend (who was also an escort) and the guy who runs the place. Before I go further this place is a "Swingers Club" that's a front for an underground escort service and that's where the real money comes in. Back to the story, while having lunch the guy sweet talked her into considering joining, which she said she never did, but a few months later, once some shit happened at home, she called up her friend to reconsider the offer. She told me she would have gone to NYC every other weekend or so, worked the shifts, and brought back fat stacks for her family.
This is where I apparently come in; allegedly me making a presence in her life being just a friend at first was enough to convince her to shy away from that because it would have kept her from a "happy life" and left her feeling "hollow."
<bot>: White stockings my gf found rekindled her thoughts of being an escort as she tells me all about it.