At the beginning of March, I lost my job as an administrative assistant because of the recession -- the company went into liquidation. I live in a part of teh world where there's not a huge amount of work at the best of times, but couldn't move away because I'm studying for a Masters at the local university. I plan, eventually, to be a lecturer. But until then, my options are pretty slim.
Then I remembered an episode of Bad Girls, where the girls start their own con's sex line. And then I thought of Blues Brothers 2000, and all the little old ladies sat at their phones with their knitting claiming, "I'm eighteen years old, I'm blonde, and my name is Bambi!" And I thought ... I can do that!
So I did my research, and found a really above-board looking company, who gave all information in a frank and up-front manner, who were very nice on the phone, and had testimonials from girls on their website. I spoke to some folks I knew online who had done this kind of work before. I talked it over with my husband and my mother (who was a Dominatrix during my teenage years -- watch this space, she may be setting up her own company doing this before long!!) And surprisingly enough, I had nothing but positive feedback. How could I refuse?
So this journal is to chronicle my 'journey' into an alien industry. I'm hoping to give a full account of my experience, and hopefully provide a few funnies along the way. This blog is not here to make fun of the men who call me, to denegrate the men and women who work in the sex trade, or to cast aspersions on the company for which I work.
With that said, I hope you enjoy. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to leave me a comment!
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