Im now called sarah, a simple & common name for an extraordinary service I want to be famous for. If you do anything in life I believe you should do your best, and it helps when you love your job like I do. So, after searching for months for a place to work where i feel comfortable, supported, happy at a place that im proud to be associated with, I've found an establishment in Sydney's North Shore to be the venue I choose to keep a locker at. I searched a few places and came back to this one
SYDNEY HERE I CUM!! So I left dancing and went escorting,...better for lazyness, environment adaption was a constant challenge,..one guy had a lovely house but Tourette's syndrome & kept telling me to "fuck off now"! Another guy was a trade and sexy and we had the whole factory workshop to ourselves!
but my well sculpteded dancers body began to suffer. And the lack of pole work. So I did both and then my asshole wanker boss Neil Hancock fired me cos he cant count $$$ for his banking, so af
It's my very first shift & I'm nervous, and I'm quiet but smile to the other girls while I mentally and physically prepare for my shift as I play dress up in front of the mirror. I fuss nervously for 2 hrs over Hair, makeup, lingerie, nails, dress, etc. I'm told I must never leave the office without looking my best while wearing a smile & stay up stockings (which can be purchased at $25 from the admin ladies-expensive). I choose a quiet night to start (tuesday 5pm -1am) while I've been