Don't get me wrong, I had a helluva time

Reading back what I wrote last night and into the wee hours, came across as quite wretched and I don't want to come across as wretched or seek pity from anyone. No one put a gun to my head to do what I did, I knew the consequences, I suffered the consequences by being arrested and still kept going because I was totally seduced by the life style and even the danger. I also wasn't legally in the USA, so it was something I could do and live under the radar.

I'm an ordinary looking gal not someone you'd describe as drop dead gorgeous. An accurate description would be attractive, busty, very charming and cultured. I think a lot of the time it was my charm and worldliness that got me through. I was educated privately for a while and lived all across the globe. My father did quite well for himself and growing up we lived quite a privileged life. As you can imagine escorting wasn't what he or my mother had in mind for me as a career, but I had always been quite a wilful child, questioning everything. For a while I considered a career in the diplomatic corp, then social work and public relations, ironic that I ended up being a paid companion?

I had moved to the US after spending a whole summer travelling through parts of Europe and then on to the US and Caribbean islands. I had family on my mothers side in the US so I got to see several states, however it was while trying to figure what to do with my life , while I soaked up the sun and fun in the Bahamas, that I got talked into visiting Los Angeles, by a couple that I became friends with. I liked LA enough to stay and was even able to land a job working in the offices of a B movie production company. This was before the INS tightened up on immigration and way before 9/11 so it was relatively easy to get around formalities. The job was temporary and I got fired after a few weeks for putting one of the owners of the company in his place. I did several temping assignments through out LA and even had a 4 month stint with UPS in Human Resources. Imagine that, not even a green card and I worked in HR.

How I got started in the world of escorting

A year after arriving in LA I found myself taking a trip to New Orleans. A place I'd heard so much about and couldn't wait to see. The only person I knew was a guy I met on the flight from Florida to LA on my original move. We'd kept in touch and he was only to happy to have me as his guest. Tommy was an R & B music producer of sorts who travelled quite a lot so it was nice having the house to myself as I was constantly trying to fend off his advances. After I walked into the living room to find him naked, watching a porno and fondling himself, gesturing me to join him, I knew it was time to go and I started looking for a place of my own. Oh I forgot to mention that I fell in love with New Orleans from the moment I got there. So much so that I decided to stay a while and was offered a job on my second week.

I worked as a recruitment consultant in the Central Business District. It was a nice enough job, but I got paid on commission and at this point was rapidly running out of funds, so I decided to give escorting a whirl. The first outfit I contacted was ran by a guy who wanted "to try me out" first. I ran. It began to sound like not a very good idea until I ran into Karen in a bar in the French Quarters one evening after work, while downing a few with some of the people from work. We got talking and next thing I knew I was considering working for her escort service. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever.

I wondered what my life would be like, how much different my life would have turned out had I not been at that bar or had I not met Karen.