The Secret Secret Life

I was a prostitute. There you go – I started that sentence about 30
times in the past few minutes and kept hitting delete.

Straight out with it, best way!

So here is the story. When I was a student I sometimes exchanged sex
for money. Never had a problem with that – I would have probably
fucked most of them anyway. Never hung around street corners or
anything, I just signed up with an escort agency and that was that.
The agency got most of the money from the official engagement & I got
the extras. Fairly lucrative but pretty risky from a safety point of
view so, although I never had any problems, I only did it when I had
no other option. Carried on for a little while after Uni but now I
have a proper job I only fuck for pleasure.

So why do I bring this up? Well just had a call from the Agency! One
of my old punters is back in town and "desperate" to meet me again!

What a dilemma, do I meet him?

From what I can remember he was a nice enough guy – an expat Brit
living in Saudi I think. Would be an easy few quid, and would be
another step towards that Audi TT.

I could pretend I am really torn by the decision but, truth is, I will
probably take the money! It's been a shit week so far and the way the
boss scowls at me every time he sees me I think I will be out of work
pretty soon.
So here goes….