Since working as an escort in England I’ve found that I’ve managed to have the life I always promised myself as a child. One where, unlike my mother I didn’t have to scrimp and save for every little ‘luxury’ I desired – never mind the basics such as food and clothing.
And unlike other women, I’ve not had to work my fingers to the bone (actually I have very nice hands; they’re always regularly manicured) to achieve this – which means I have time to enjoy and appreciate what I’ve managed to build up for myself.
So far this year I’ve been abroad four times – Madrid, Venice then Brussels twice – and it’s only half way through February! I’ve also managed to put down a deposit on a new apartment in Mayfair (one I’ve had my eye on for quite some time now and I’m delighted to have finally bagged it).
But don’t think I’m being selfish about this. No, I’ve been able to get my mother a little bungalow in Whitby where she used to go as a child and always wanted to live. And, my brother, who has a big family (four kids) was presented with a brand new Landrover for Christmas just past from yours truly. And you know, the giving – it’s true what they say – it does feel brilliant to be able to do that; provide a little happiness for others. And let’s face it, that’s what I do in my working life too.
Sure, you have to be tough to work for somewhere like a good escort agency, or even a VIP agency. Like most other professions life isn’t always a bed of roses – you’ll always get the demanding customer or the one who always turns up late. But the rewards? Well, they’re always going outweigh those little inconveniences, aren’t they?
