"One day I was massaging James, one of my regulars. He’d been seeing me for a few months and the chats we had in the room were more honest than most. As I worked on him I said, “You know, I could write a book about my life.” This is what I’ve often said and heard plenty of other girls say it too. It’s a pipe dream for most of us of course but we all have things to say, stories to tell about villains who have been our bosses, celebrities we have been f***ed by, the highs and lows of clients requiring special services, in fact all the things you will read about in this book." Read more
It’s 4.00 in the afternoon. I’m sitting in a well-worn armchair in the girls’ room, waiting, hoping, longing for the sauna’s doorbell to chime. The day has been too quiet for comfort and so far I have only done one client. He was one of my regulars. All he wants is a 10 minute massage followed by hand-relief. That’s only £40 so far today and I’ve got a lot of bills coming in at the end of the month.
I’m 5’9”, slim with nice breasts. I’m wearing a red bra and panties with black fish-net hold-ups and red 5” stilettos. On top is a white overall to give the effect of being a nurse but with enough buttons undone for clients to get excited by a glimpse of what is on offer. My legs are beautiful and my body is permanently light brown as I am mixed race. My eyes are brown and my dark hair is down to below my shoulders. I’m in my early 40s and I’m aware that even when I’m out in public and dressed quite ordinarily I still attract attention. I like to be looked at – most girls do - because I want the reassurance that I can go on being a working girl for a bit longer if I have to.
