Why I got into this:
I wanted a summer job, had been reading the Belle du Jour blogs for a year, and was already slightly, ahem, generous with my love so I thought, why not? It paid for my summer ball dress and shoes and I found I liked it a lot more than the bartending and shop work I'd done part-time back home before. I carried it on as a Christmas, Easter and summer sholiday job and, when I finished uni, was able to work for a few months and then spend the rest of the year travelling.My childhood / background:
Nothing stands out. I'm from a very middle-class background. My Dad works a lot but both of my parents are generally nice, loving people. How boring.My first job:
I don't remember his name, but it was an outcall to North London in his apartment, and we fucked on his marital bed with a picture of his wedding day looking down on us. I forget my fees and had to return to retrieve them after he texted me to say I'd forgotten something. He was lovely and I'd felt no trepidation whatsoever before I went through with it. He was nice and I actually had fun
The second booking however was another story...