Okay so it has been quite a slow day for me. I woke up this morning and that wave washed over me again..that wave that says “What on earth am i doing with my life? I wish i had some purpose here on earth other than tendind to the sick sexual needs of old, annoying perverts.” But as i usually do, i shook it off and got ready for “another day at the office”.
Being a prostitute has it’s perks. I get to wake up at whatever hour i want. some days i choose not to wake up at all. I have so much time on my hands…usually spent on facebook and googling get rich quick schemes that are really fruitless.
My phone rings all day long. I have to answer the same questions over and over again…Are you slim and sexy? What colour is your hair? Are you light or dark skinned? Are you shaven or do you have pubic hair? For fuck sakes…Does it really matter? Your wife is probably an old tart and i am more than the average dream girl for any man.
