Thursday, 26 March 2015

Which side of the fence are you on then?

Or don't you have an opinion?  Do you sit on the fence and watch the show?

Should prostitution be made legal?  Should be be illegal to pay for sex?

I am in a very small but happy minority of those who choose to work .  I am so fortunate in that I take care of myself in every respect, from advertising, to answering the phone and vetting the clients, to sorting out my financial affairs including those of my pimp - the taxman.

It seems society is also happy to look down on me, call me names and look upon me as filth, but equally as happy to take my money :)

The problem here is that I am in a minority.  I have choices.  I do this because I want to - any other reason for me being a prostitute is irrelevant.  I can leave the room if I wish, or I can stay.  I wonder how many prostitutes in the world today have that luxury?  I don't think you can put a price on individual liberty.

It's all very well saying you want ladies like me to be able to work in pairs for the safety aspect, when there are those who traffic and pimp.  When there are those who do not consider the welfare of the ladies they bleed dry every day of their lives, using their bodies for financial gain, not caring whether or not they live or die.  Yeah...........

I m a person of worth.  If I decide to sell my body, then I should be paid for my services.  I decide what my hourly rate is, and I get to keep every penny of that money.  I decide if I don't want to work that day.  I have all the cards in my hand bar one and that is the right to be safe.

If I am assaulted by a client and hurt, would I be given the same respect as any other woman?  I doubt  we would be given the same treatment by the police should either of us be assaulted - even though we both pay our taxes !

All I would ask for is that I can be safe.  You might say stop being a prostitute then !  You would also be saying that you understand the situation !

I don't want to make the case to be made easier for the pimps bringing girls into the UK from EE countries, working them from city to city in flats.  These poor girls are coerced into seeing multiples of men every da.   They find out from the client himself that they are advertising anal sex  and other unacceptable services on their profiles which they have not even seen.  The profiles are written by their pimp.  I don't want to add to the misery of these women who are treated worse than animals.  I don't want to compound their misery, by making my situation easier, thus providing an umbrella for the pimp, and this is the problem.

Whether or not it is legal or otherwise for ladies like me, I can't stand on the sidelines and watch the inane cruelty that goes on every day, every minute in the name of prostitution.

Someone once told me that vice means instant profit.  Even the drug dealer has to buy his drugs in order to sell them.  All vice does is to open it's legs.... or in the case of the trafficker - to groom the girls, gang rape them and work them to death.......

If there is only one girl in the world today being made to work against her will, then I say I agree with the new law making it illegal to pay for sex.  Me?  I can take care of myself.  Those other ladies can't and deserve my quiet support.

It's not an ideal world.  I'm looking forward to eating the omelette made from unbroken eggs.

What would I do then since I'm so good at talking about it?  I would stop the pimp from being able to advertise for one thing.
How else are these girls getting work?
They work from flats.  How did they manage that when they can't even speak the language?
Stop the trafficker and then address the rest, but first and foremost  stop the cruelty - don't add to it. Get the message across to the punter not to see the foreign girls who are here one week and gone to the next city the next.  No market - no demand - stop the supply.

Wednesday, 25 March 2015


Having written the previous post, and then upon reading some of the comments, I am prompted to tell you of another ridiculous episode in the life of this working girl.

I am convinced that nobody else has ever been as thick as I, or perhaps I should use the word 'gullible' as it makes me look a little better.

This load of guff occurred in the summer of 2005 and the events are a little hazy but the outcome is one of someone having me over again.

I had an email from a guy wanting to see me at my  flat.  He sounded really nice and said he had never done anything like this before.   I highlighted that bit because it is crucial for the case for the prosecution :)

He made the appointment for two hours,  but he got the date wrong.   He arrived a day early when I was not at work.   Apparently he had  been pacing the street and heard screaming coming from one of  the buildings in the vicinity and thought it was me being attacked or something.


He wrote me a long email explaining that his personal life was in tatters.  I had destroyed his faith and he was terribly upset.  How could I do this to someone who was vulnerable??

The contents of the email had me in tears.   He definitely had the wrong date though...

I told him that as a gesture of good faith I would see him for two hours for a one hour fee.

We rescheduled the meet and he duly turned up.  He told me his wife had left him and gone off with another man, stopping him from seeing his children, and bleeding him dry almost bankrupting him.  He talked to me about my job and at the time I did not think much of it. but later I realised he was 'picking my brains'

We had a nice meeting and he stayed for over two and a half hours and paid for one.

This was what I agreed, but I do think a decent man would have at least offered to pay for the two.  I would have declined his offer, but he did not.

Much later I received an email from another working girl, who said that she  had been turfed out of her rental flat because the neighbours had complained to the landlord.  She was asking my advice about outcalls to hotels.  She said she had not been doing this for very long and I tried to help her with my knowledge of outcalls.

As the emails between us became more friendly she told me she had this boyfriend who was a punter, and she knew he had been to see me.  In fact they had chosen me for a reason which was to pick my brains, because they were thinking of starting an escort agency together.

All that rubbish about his wife was a lie and he saw me for two hours plus for the price of one.

She did not know he had done any of that,  , and then she opened up and said he was getting sex from her for free, promising that she could move in with him when they started this escort agency..

He had promised her he would not have sex with me.  He said he would only talk to me...  yeah...  horizontally :)

Tuesday, 24 March 2015


No........  I don't mean hair and nails :)

I used to work for an agency, a third party who organised my appointments.  The agency boss was supposed to make sure the client was actually in 'room 21' in the hotel, and was supposed to - as much as anyone could on a 'phone - sound out the client.

More often than not she took the appointment and did not check to see if the guy was in the room or in the hotel either, and as for sounding them out, well this was not exactly the best way.  I mean.. why turn a guy down just because he sounded a bit 'odd' and lose a commission?

I decided to work for myself, which meant that I took care of my advertising and I also took the calls and spoke to the potential client.  I found that working for myself was much better, but even a girl who is not in her teens can be groomed as I found out to my cost.

When you work for someone else, you do not know if the guy you are sent out to see has actually requested you, or if you are the second or even third option.  You don't know if the boss is blowing smoke up your arse when she tells he 'he actually asked for you'.

When you have your own website and a guy calls you, you know it is you he wants to see.  This can make you a little giddy especially when you are new to this, and a friendly voice saying lovely things about you  paying you compliments, can turn your head, and feed your silly ego.

A man called me one evening and we had a conversation which was a lead up to a potential appointment.  I will admit that I was a little 'green' shall we say and I believed everything he told me.

The story was that he was someone who had properties abroad, and in the UK.  He was a businessman and had to be very careful about which ladies he saw.  He talked a lot and blinded me with bullshit in the name of science.

We spoke over a few weeks.  He called me a lot, and I liked him.  We chatted freely.  He said that the right girl would be taken abroad to his home in South Africa, or his home in France, and the potential was there for me to make a lot of money.

As we chatted he talked about his fantasies...  having sex on the beach and other things.

He told me he lived in the Yorkshire Dales, and he asked me if I would indulge a fantasy for him.

The fantasy was that I would drive to a car park, get out of my car , bend over the boot wearing stockings and suspenders.  I would leave a condom in the boot.  He would arrive, put the condom on, fuck me and leave without me even seeing him.  He would leave the fee in the boot.  We agreed a fee which was over and above my hourly rate.  He said he knew this was a trust issue but he needed to trust me too.  Oh dear............

Can you believe I went along with this?  Reading it back now I can hardly believe it myself and if another girl asked me what I thought, I would tell her not to be so irresponsible with her body - her life, but...  I had been talking to this confidence trickster over a long period and felt so horny when he mentioned the fantasy that I was as keen as he to do it.  I was putty in his hands as they say, and he must have been laughing at me - he certainly was laughing afterwards :(

I drove out there to a train station car park.  I placed the car where he asked me to, got out of the car, opened the boot and leaned over into the boot space.  I was wearing the stockings and high heels as requested.  I remember how much I was shaking at the time, and how afraid I was but excited at the same time especially when I heard him approach me.

He put the condom on and slid his cock inside me and fucked me.  When he had finished he told me not to look round.  I dutifully obliged.  I heard him leave and looked round to see him legging it over the wall of the car park.  He did not leave the fee.............  why would he?

How could I have been so stupid?

Some people are experts at grooming others on the Internet.  Some people groom young girls into thinking they are a young guy when in fact they are several decades older.  I can understand how this happens when they say things that excite and interest you.

I was in my thirties when this happened.  They say you learn something new every day, but hopefully when you do, you don't pay a price for that knowledge, as I did that night.

Thursday, 19 March 2015

The Eclipse tomorrow (Friday 20th March 2015)

I remember the last total eclipse which was in 1999.  This was years before I became a working girl.  I remember it so clearly as if it were yesterday.

I was working and my husband was at home looking after our little ones.  Lots of people were talking about viewing this phenomenon at certain vantage points close to where we lived at that time, but I was at work by myself.

At the time the moon passed directly between the sun and the earth, it went dark.  I remember standing outside in the garden and the first thing I noticed was that the atmosphere was so still and surreal, almost as if the day was frozen in time, but also that no birds were singing.  They had all been fooled and had gone to bed !

Then it went dark, but how weird was this in the middle of the day?

And then it came light again slowly.  I remember some people saw the eclipse in its phases - one of them being  "The Diamond Ring".

The best thing I remember about it is that I know where I was and it takes me back to a time when my children were little and that's what memories are made of

Fab x

Monday, 16 March 2015

La di da di da............

Ah  Gwon... I've heard it all before....  let's see...  the student who finds it hard to make 'ends' meet while she is studying, starts working as a 'High Class Escort' to help pay for her needs....  works for a high end escort agency, and then writes a book about it.

Yup.  Old hat.  The book, which I  read a very small part of (since I am already there working and could write 'The Book' which would be too explicit for publication anyway..)  was boring and very much about me me me in a boring sort of way...  yeah.. that book.

The book which glamourised this industry and made it look so easy to enter into, encouraged other women who picked it up in the supermarket as they did their weekly shop,  take it to bed with them that night and read it and then think  I'm going to try 'a bit of escorting'.. ...........................assuming it would be easy because 'hey I do it with my husband so I'll go out and get paid for being laid'....   not realising that we working  ladies  are the ones in general who do all of the hard work and the laying.................... ............. left a lot of disturbed and damaged ladies who now they have tried it, and been unfaithful to their husbands, and realise very early on in the proceedings that this was not for them, not now, not then, not ever... and by now since they have gone and  done it - there is no going back...............  and that is what makes me despise people who write these books which sensationalise this industry.

Yeah that book.

Now she has herself down as some sort of ambassador for prostitutes even though she was never a prostitute was she?  No...  she was a 'High Class Escort' which is completely different except for the fact that even high class escorts have to suck and fuck.........   and that brings me right back to all of those ladies who tried it and wished they had not............

I still remember the email I got from a lady who had read that book and decided that she was ideal for the job.  She had a good figure, and dressed well and thought she could do it - she really did - until the first time she saw a man in an hotel and afterwards felt as if she had been raped....  She felt violated and could not stop crying.  She wrote me a heartfelt email and wanted help of some sort.  She had not told her husband about it either so she was in a mental and physical mess.

She wrote that she had never done anything so stupid in the whole of her life and how was she ever going to be able to forget the experience and then get over it.

This is the damage you can do when you write a book glossing over the reality of prostitution.

These women who call themselves 'High Class' and 'Courtesan'............  they anger me.  They raise the bar and separate prostitutes.  They create a division of class.  They make it look unreal and almost like show business.

When we do this for a living and then decide to write a book, we owe it to other prostitutes and to ladies who suddenly think they can do this (if they really thought they could - it would not take a book to make you take the step it really wouldn't)  to not sensationalise the reality.
The reality can be tacky and dirty.  The reality can be annoying when you have a no-show, and the reality is that you work when sometimes you maybe should not if you are feeling under par or if you really don't want to that day.............  no - the books don't say any of that do they?  They talk about lingerie and champagne and school fees for goodness' sake..........

Oh do me a favour..........  now after not being in the limelight for a while she is back suing someone for saying she was not a prostitute !  She never was - didn't you read her bloody book?  She was a 'High Class call girl'  purlease..............

Oh and by the way she was an escort.  I know someone who saw her.  ...said she was alright but had awful skin.  Acne I think.

Never forget that no matter how high class a working girl may be, she has to suck and fuck for a living.  There is nothing high class about that, but if it is done right, then it's world class :)

Thursday, 12 March 2015

Right.. that's it... I've had enough.............

What is wrong with people?  Eh?

Look outside your window right now and what do you see?

I see light and wind and sun and fresh air.  I see birds and grass and flowers.  I see a project half finished in my garden beckoning me outside and I'm dying to get on with it...  meanwhile in the name of some God or other  ( I always thought there was only one God no matter what silly name you give to him).. on the other side of the world  - which is on the same planet as the one I exist on -there are people encouraging children to kill other people.  If you were to ask them why they are doing this, they wouldn't able to tell you but I bet  they will spout some bugger else's mantra.

Meanwhile back in 'The 'States' they are fighting over the pliagarism of a pop song......  they are fighting over millions of dollars.. millions, and back home here there is a little boy close to where I live fighting to get the treatment he deserves from the NHS who are resistant because of the cost..

The world is gone mad

I was looking for a Pandora charm on eBay this morning, but it is a minefield of fakery.  One lady seller who says she can't compete with all the 'genuine' fakes on there says she is constantly being approached by Chinese manufacturers who make exact copies of  anything you want,  and she won't do it.

Good for her I say but then I also say if they can make exact copies, then aren't they actually the same as the real thing only cheaper and if so, are the genuine articles vastly overpriced ?

The world is mad.

The world is complicated and evil, and in a mess, and no I am not talking about British politics here although you can include it in the above statement.

In my industry which is a minefield of liars and cheats, and people who spout that they fight the good fight, there is a modicum of honesty.  You have to look hard to find it, but of those men out there who do find a decent lady, I say hang on tight to her as she is surely the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

And what of milk eh?  I hear you say..........  Now apparently the farmers can't even afford to feed their cows because of the supermarkets dictating what price they will pay for milk.  Well I am like the punter who has seen a minger...  I'm voting with my feet.  I've gone back to the old fashioned way of buying milk and get it delivered by a milkman.

One day, there will be no milk in this country.. we will get it imported from somewhere else because there will be no cows left.  Nowthen.  What do you say about that??

Get compensation for your injury  What about PPI, and of course the old gold standard claim - whiplash?  Why not?  If this is the norm, then why shouldn't people lie about things in order to get their two grand standard payout for whiplash?

And don't get me started on log book loans.. you know the sort where you borrow money against your car and months down the line they come and tow it away...........

Why don't we care about each other any more - anywhere?  You go to Thailand and risk getting hacked to death on the beach because you had a few too many and they despise us westerners no matter how much they smile..........  ah yes,, the land of smiles...  the land where women are for sale and openly encourage men from abroad to go there and buy a wife and bring her home, have a child and then cry when she takes him for all he's got.............  and that is a business in case you didn't know.

Why is there a space programme anywhere when we still haven't sorted out the starving on this earth?  Why do we still sell arms to people who turn round and use those arms against us?

Why do we send money to countries who will buy arms with it instead of feeding their starving?

It's only one earth.  I don't know about you but I'm seeing Armageddon every day and it's us who are causing it!

And as for Jeremy Clarkson.  I'm sick of hearing about him to be truthful.   Sack him.  he hates prostitutes anyway even though he is an unfaithful husband.  His double standard practices are what represents the negativity in the world.  He's got the wrong attitude, and if you like him then you bloody well have as well :)

Off out to do some digging...............

Monday, 9 March 2015

Mother's day March 8th 2015

'Mothering Sunday', otherwise  known as 'Mother's Day'  is held on the 4th Sunday in Lent.  It is exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday and usually falls in the second half of March, or early April.

I am a massive fan of Mother's Day.

We all take our mums for granted don't we?  I don't mean that in a bad way - I mean - because they are always there, we sometimes forget to remember how wonderful they are and what a part they have played and still do.. in our lives.

'Mum' is the anchor of 'The family'.  She is the 'lynchpin'.  She is what keeps  a family together and makes that special unit work.

Your mum is always there, she is the one you turn to when you need advice and help from someone who loves you and has no agenda.  You know she will protect you and love you forever, and yet she will be honest and tell you if you are wrong, and that is why mums are so special.

Your mum is your best friend  She loves you unconditionally and her love is endless.  No matter how many children she has, there is always more where that came from !

Mother's day is our opportunity to show her our appreciation, and just in case she thought we took her for granted  - this is our chance to spoil her a little and thank her for being 'Mum'.

I prefer Mother's Day over International Women's day.  We did not recognise that until 1977 and I do believe it is more of a socialist political entity, and I am no socialist I can tell you :)

I have just read a bunch of quotes by famous actresses on International Women's Day.  Yeah.. they can all spout about how glad they are to be a woman  (and rich to boot)

For every woman in the public eye who is glad to be so, there is another only too willing to take her kit off and show us how glad she is to be rich and naked and famous.  there's power for you.

The power is in being wealthy and famous, and it is easy to be heard when you are an icon on the big screen, or even a trashy slut like the lady in the previous post.

I like being a woman.  I am so lucky to be me, living here in the UK where I am regarded to be as good as the next person.  I don't feel as if I am in competition with any man at all.  I don't consider any man to be superior over me except perhaps the Pope :)  He is infallible you know :) :)...

I'm not a feminist.  I don't want to fight with men.  I want to live alongside them and slowly educate them !

Remember it's not just men who put women down.  Some women do a really good job of that.

Men tend to follow the lead of women.. they're just little boys really.. they love their mums.  If your mother respects women then so will you.

Mother's day is about family, it's about this person who got you here in the first place.  If she raised you right, then women don't have to fight you for the right to be equal.  You will already think like that.

It's women who need educating here.  They need to teach their sons how to respect and value other women - especially the women they marry.  There's no need for politics here at all, just a little common sense is what is needed.

Did you know prostitutes can be mothers too ?  Now that's amazing !