Money
What an experience
It was my first night on the job. I had decided that I would give it a go and become one of the many London escorts that are booked for personal dating by gentlemen of all persuasions. I met my first client in an apartment somewhere along the east side of the bridge. The apartment looked impressive, unlike the guy who answered the door. I wanted to make a real impression because I know that repeat business is good business so I smiled sweetly and leant towards him.
“I’m your date for the evening” I whispered.
There was no real response from him other than showing me the hallway, pointing to a door at the end of the corridor. I tried to read the look that he had on his old and wrinkly face and wondered what was in store for me.