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I am Marsha and this is my story of my rebirth. You may judge me, you may be disgusted or you may think I have taken the wrong path. The fact is I am very happy and it is you who have a problem.
I was 22 and been dumped by yet another idiot boyfriend. I was having a habit of getting it wrong. No matter what I did or how hard I tried it was never enough. They wanted more. This latest one complained because I did not agree to anal sex. How can anyone think it is sexy to be fucked in the bum? Well I certainly didn’t think so. I spent a week sad and depressed. Crying myself to sleep each night. By Saturday morning I was as low as you can go. I crawled out of bed and looked in the mirror. What a frightening sight. Then I thought of my ex. Probably smiling and on the look out for his next target. I took a deep breath and thought “Damn it girl, get over it”.
I jumped into the shower, washed my hair and shaved “down there”. I stood in front of the mirror, blow dried my hair and did my face. Eye liner, mascara, lip stick, the works. Next I delved into my chest of drawers. Got out a half bra and thong. Into the wardrobe and rescued a dress which showed off my assets. I was proud of my pert breasts and long legs. Now dressed I looked in the mirror again. I was feeling better already. Forget that loser, forget about all of them. I had to go out shopping. Yes, I was over dressed but I didn’t care. It doesn’t matter what you are doing if you feel good about yourself.
In the local Shopping centre I bought milk and bread. Not very exciting but I breezed around feeling empowered. Some of the looks I was getting also excited me. Before heading home I decided to have a coffee. I was sitting there watching the world go by when this guy walked up with a coffee. “Can I sit here” he asked “the place is a bit crowded”. I looked around. There were six tables in the food court all vacant. I smiled “yes it is crowded isn’t it” I said and we both laughed. “What a pathetic pickup line” I thought but funny nevertheless.
We chatted away, mostly him, Barry, talking and asking questions. Where did I work, my hours, did I live in the area, pretty ordinary stuff. Then he began to get personal. Did I have a boyfriend/partner? Did I also dress up to go shopping to buy milk? I realised that he knew what I bought. Was he stalking me? I was getting a little uncomfortable. Then he told me about him. He was in public relations and acted on behalf of high end customers. His job was to look after clients and he would recruit personal to look after those clients. He then offered me a job. “How much do you earn a week?” he asked. I told him roughly. He then offered to double it. I guessed he saw I was shocked. “Just what would looking after clients mean?” I asked. He looked me in the eyes “making sure clients are well looked after”.
The penny dropped. You want me to be a prostitute?” I said, rather horrified. “No” he replied “you would an escort. Dining with them, sight-seeing, that sort of thing. But if it lead to more that would be up to you my dear” he said. I sat stunned. Here was I sitting in a public area being offered a job as an escort. I guess he could see I was shocked. He gave me his card. “I look at you and see someone who needs a change. Someone who is looking for a better life style. Here is my card. Think about it and call me and tell me what you think”. I took the card. “What if I say no?” I asked. “Whatever the answer is ring me, ok?” He smiled, said “talk to you soon I hope” and left. I picked up my shopping and headed home, my mind whizzing.
I got home and put my shopping away. I went down to me bedroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I suppose I was excited that Barry found me attractive. I just wondered why he also thought I could be an escort. No matter how he described it I knew that he expected me to have sex with these clients. “Who were these clients” I wondered. He described them as high-end business men so at least I wouldn’t expect to be engaged with guys like my ex-boyfriend. I went back to the kitchen and retrieved his business card from my bag. I started at it. Was his promise to double my salary enough to make me think hard about this?
All weekend I chopped and changed about what to do. I thought about the sex part several times, each time ended with me getting naked and masturbating. I was getting turned on thinking about it. But it was something that happened on the following Tuesday that settled it. I got my credit card statement. It was more than my weekly salary. I stared at the business card, then my credit card bill, then my bank statement. I did that for maybe an hour and then I rang Barry. “I would like to know more about the job. Can I come and see you tomorrow?” I asked. “Certainly” he said “I am glad you rang. Come at 4pm and afterwards we can go to dinner with a client”. I was shaking. I wanted to ask questions and he was arranging a dinner.
The next morning I rang work and said I was ill. I spent the rest of the time thinking about what to wear. Fortunately one of my ex-boyfriends had bought a very expensive dress and jacket and I showered, put my face on and dressed to impress. I got to Barry’s office a little bit early. I sat in the reception area for about 15 minutes before he appeared. During that time I was getting looks from the secretary. I got the impression she knew what I was there for. Barry called me into his office. “My I like that outfit” he said “it is perfect. I mentioned the job is an escort for clients. We will have meetings and then the client is yours. What happens after you leave with him is none of my business as long as he is looked after. As I said, dinner, sight-seeing, whatever. It is in your hands. Any expenses will be picked up by me and your salary will be as I said, double what you get now”.
On my way to his office I had actually already decided. My financial position and that damn credit card bill had basically made the decision for me. “OK” I said “let’s just see what tonight brings and take it from there”. He smiled broadly. “I promise you Marsha, you will not regret it. By the way, what is your middle name?” “Lisa” I said, somewhat surprised. “I think you should use that name in furture. Marsha sounds a little mundane” “OK” I replied “I guess that gives a fresh start”. We shook hands and headed downstairs to the meeting room and to meet the client. Just before we got there he said “at the meeting please refer to me as Mr. Anderson. It is only Barry when we are alone”. -->
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