So I left you on a bit of a low. Despite what some may say I choose this path because I wanted to, not because I was pushed down it. I think I always knew I would come down this route. I was an early bloomer and got most of my wildness out of my system by the age of around 19. I am shocked at some of the antics I have done so escorting was just a natural progression. I have always been sexually curious.

Anyway, I left you with my call to Stansted. So I arranged to meet them one afternoon after a marathon training session. My hair at the time was red but with some blonde and brown highlights in it. I was a very small dress size 10, 32E. All that training made it fall off me. So I got changed in the gym for my meeting. I chose a 60's print mini dress with some cute black heels. I took my best friend along with me for the journey.

So after driving along the M11 for the first time ever I arrived at Stansted Escort HQ. It was unlike the other places I had been to. I was in someone's home. I don't know what exactly it was but Neil put me at ease straight away. He took me through their site, the girls pictures and I was happy with what I was told. This was the first time I was told to change my appearance. I had to be all one hair colour, there was I thinking okay I'll go red or go brown so was shocked when the all blonde option was thrown in.

We spoke about why I was choosing this path and he did make sure it was for the right reasons. He was a little hard on but then I guess he must get lots of timewasters in his line of work. We spoke about services, which I found a little embarassing and I was told that oral was without. I think I got the line about married clients who say they will leave their wife but never do, god the amount of times I have recalled that line over the years!

I agreed to work for them, change to blonde and was going to get a call when they had a job for me.

I left on a buzz, feeling happy and confident that I had made the right decision. This was around the time that I had split with my long term partner and had just started seeing someone. My friend convinced me I was doing the right thing. She would do it if she could. "Why give it away for free". This has rattled around in my head for almost five years.

I told the new guy that I was going to start doing dinner dates and he encouraged me, said I would be perfect, didn't really ask anything else.

The first time Neil called me I was sat in the pub with new boyfriend and the friend. I went to the toilet to take the call. My first job was booked. I went back to the table and then remembered one small problem, shit, PERIOD!! I ran back up the stairs to call them back. He told me off on the phone, that he hoped I wasn't mucking them around. As it was a Sunday all chemist were closed so there was no way I could get the sponge they suggested.

So my first job didn't happen. It wasn't long until my first job was booked. I was laying in bed on Sunday morning when the phone went. It was back on. Later on that day, miles away from home, I had about 12 hrs notice of the job. My immediate reaction after putting the phone down was to vomit. I spent a long time cuddling that toilet bowl that morning. It was nerves. This was really happening. A million thoughts ran through my head.

The rest of the day was a blur. The evening came and the boyfriend drove me, he had friends around the corner. I wont go into full detail about the first booking, as well, he regularly punts. All I can say was it was the longest evening of my life. For most girls they would never work again if that was their first but I decided to try again.

Once I had worked for a while they arranged for a photoshoot with Andy in London. Andy is one of those people that I never saw as a threat. We have remained friends over the years. My first shoot was fantastic. It was such fun. I packed a jumbo case full of skimpy items and tried dragging it along the London Underground. If someone asks me what the best bit of my job is, it has to be photo shoots with Andy!

The day that they were emailed to Neil I got a call. "Bloody hell babe you look stunning" I was buzzing from the compliment and got Neil to forward the email to me at the place I was temping. Unfortunately, I didn't see the person behind me when I opened the images. Kirsty the fashion model was created on the spot. I had done modelling before but always had more clothes on than these. I spun my head around to look at the images from every angle. They looked so good. I still get that buzz when he sends me my pictures. It feels like Xmas morning and you are waiting for your presents.

As soon as my pictures hit the website things took off, I was so busy on outcalls. Within a few months I took the plunge to get an incall flat. I explained to the boyfriend that this was a better way to earn money. The most that would happen would be that guys would wank infront of me in my underwear. I hated lying but the truth was far worse. It was not practical living at mine, it was like a building site. It made sense to move out so why not get an incall flat.

And then my friends found out.