Well it has been a lonnnggg time since I blogged. Everything has been so hectic, between work and unpaid work and looking for ‘socially accepted employment’ my mother would approve of. I havn’t had time to think. However I am finally sitting on the train to visit my family for the Easter so I shall update you all on my previous few days.
You know what amazes me, I am such a confident person in life, however in interviews I freeze. ( I just came back from a god awful interview). I’ll call it horrific and tedious if I want to be a drama queen. I find it amazing how I can meet with clients and take the lead in every scenario, I can dress up in provocative fancy dress and pretend to be one of the Mafia wives from the movie goodfellas while he holds a plastic gun to my head f**kng me from behind ( honestly happened, Goodfellas-random film I know) and yet I freeze when someone asks me ‘what’s your strengths and weakness?’ – I go completely blank. I definitely didn’t get the job and by sounds of it, it sounds like something I would hate anyway. I’ve always been the type of girl who likes a little danger and excitement anyway. Even in school I always went out with the bad boys who would cheat and smoke weed, I always kissed other girls boyfriends and would play hookey from study to hang around with the hot boy in 6th year whilst I was only a 3rd year. I was always like that. This job would be perfect for me if legal, that’s what sickens me. The fact I have to look for a boring office job I would hate as opposed to living the way I do now. I don’t want to pursue my sexual services forever but I’d like to think I could use my knowledge of the business to become an Entrepreneur within the industry if the Government finally saw sense and legalised it. Pain in the arse, bloody interview has wound me right up. Silly old cow who interviewed me anyway.
Moving swiftly on, I am going on tour in London on 3rd May for a week and cannot wait. A friend of mine who I worked with briefly ( my previous work ‘girlfriend’ -threesome, swinger parties etc) is now based with an elite Escort agency in London and I will be working with her agency as a ‘luxury’ item. ( I feel so glamorous but really it’s a marketing campaign to make me appear as a limited edition, therefore more work for me and more money for them). My friend Candace ( Escort name) is originally from Sweden but manages to speak with an English accent ( slightly creeps me out a little). She’s gorgeous looking a brunette babe with a pair of plastic boobs and cheek implants. If you’ve ever watched that programme Secret Diary of a Call Girl you would get the impression Escorts are lonely creatures with barely any female friends or relationships, ( not true).
I have a few friends that are Escorts and we all maintain good relationships. Obviously it is a little harder to hold down a relationship whilst doing what I do but it is NOT impossible. There are some men who are understanding and see it for what it is- A Job. Anyway to my knowledge most marriages are filled with unfaithful spouses and misery so what am I really missing out on at 21? Nothing by the looks of it. Candace is a doll though. She arranged the whole thing for me, all I had to do was email the link of my website to the agency and have a quick Skype interview and all was done. Plain and simple. The money is ammaazinnng though. You’d nearly cum just thinking of it. Because the agency is one of London’s most prestigious I will receive £375 per hour and an all nighter will be £2,500. I am currently being advertised on their upcoming listings and so far I have only one booked appointment. ( fingers crossed that will all change in the next two weeks or my tour will be extremely short lived). I am sooooo excited though.
To be honest business has been a little slow. I have seen my regulars like Martin and David this week but have been so under pressure with other things I’ve decided to take a back seat for a few days. Plus every girl need that ‘one week’ off ( As an Escort it is a top priority to know when your menstrual week is otherwise you have to cancel with excuses like your Granny died to save face) I actually hate that week because it’s always my horniest strangely enough. I have enough vibrating objects to keep myself entertained for my wholesome weekend home in the country.
God forgive me on holy week, I shall be confessing my sins 😉