I am not a pair of shorts.
You will never find me in the bargain bin.
If I do offer you a discount, it is an offer: You may accept or reject it. And it is at my discretion.
How would you feel if your boss rang you and asked you to come in tomorrow and work for half your usual pay? Or better yet, ask you to come in and work a double shift for half the pay you usually get for one shift.
Haggling. Negotiating. Asking for a "better" or "best" price. Whatever you want to call it, is
It seems to be commonly accepted that escorts adopt a different persona while they are working. That as I fasten my stockings to my garter, plump up my eyelashes with mascara and apply lipstick I am undergoing a transformation. Finally as I wriggle into the de rigueur little black dress the transformation is complete... I am Nadine.
It doesn’t matter what name you call me, I am still me. Smart, geeky, quirky, daggy, funny me. Sexy, curious, gentle, affectionate me.
Sure, I am
I was chatting on Facebook the other day. A strange occurrence in this social media obsessed culture I know.
Anyhoo, I mentioned to the gentleman I was chatting with that I had been climbing the walls.
I have temporarily relocated to QLD (the Sunshine Coast to be specific) to help sort through some family issues. I am used to having a lot of sex (I hear a collective gasp) and because of my new circumstances have been having close to none.
“Surely you could find a casual play mate to
My family know I am a sex worker.
Well, my parents certainly do. I am not sure about my brothers. It is not something that has come up over our annual "happy birthday" messages sent via Facebook and text.
They are not thrilled about it, but as my Mother put it: "We don't like what you do, but we understand why you do it."
My Dad has held back from any comments that may be construed as accepting of my profession. But I do recall him mentioning he didn't view being a "prostitute" as a