“Well
we all pay for sex one way or another. At least hookers are honest
about the price.” Cal Lightman
– Lie To Me (TV series, 2009)

I
have been an escort for nearly seven years now, straight from
college. It seemed like the best choice for a woman who was modelling
throughout my three years at university and whose degree was totally
useless for anything other than getting a job in a call centre. I
look good and I have a good body. That is not arrogance. Those,
together with my intelligence are the tools of my trade and I work
hard on both my looks and my physique. I think of it as no different
to a professional athlete staying fit and developing their skills, or
an actress maintaining her looks and working on her voice and acting
skills.
I
enjoy what I do and I make more money than my boyfriend, who is about
to become a partner with one of the most well known management
consultancies. He sells the inside of his head and his physical
stamina to do the hours. I sell the inside of my head and the way my
face and body looks. Yes, I have sex for money. But in one way or
another, like the man said, we all pay for sex one way or the other.
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