I’m off to Dubai on holiday next week for a full month and I can’t wait. The thought of having nothing more taxing to do than lie around in the sun all day nibbling at snacks, a glass of Chablis or two in hand and catching up on the pile of novels and magazines that has been lying by the side of the bed for ages now is just bliss.
This time last year a month in Dubai would have been out of the question. How come you ask? Well, for a start last June I hadn’t even started working as one of the – and there’s no room for false modesty here ladies – most sought-after Escorts in London. I know, hard to believe! I can hardly take it in myself. But then, life does that sometimes I’ve found – throws you a curve ball and before you know it, its all revolved 100 per cent.
For the better? Er, you did read that first paragraph didn’t you? I’m not saying it was all good of course. The first couple of months were a bit of a baptism of fire for me. I was working A LOT. From fearing I wouldn’t get any work to having to turn it down after just a couple of weeks in the door felt weird. But after a while I got used to the routine of working late nights and sleeping ‘til mid morning and sorted out a schedule which suited me better.
And now I wouldn’t look back. And there’s many London Escorts who would say the same, I’m sure. Personally, I’m just hoping there’s lots of years ahead of me in the profession. Actually, the rate I’m going, there probably won’t need to be. I’m 25 now but I’ve got my eye on retiring in ten years time. Now how many other professions can you say that about? Cheers m’dears!
