Back in the room, he was just getting out of the shower. I told him it was my first night so I was a little nervous. I took a towel and dried him off then began kissing down one side of his body across his belly and back up the other side(this has become a signature move of mine). it was a bit nerve wracking no one trains you for the job part of it! I only had limited sexual experience - 1 guy (but over 3 years 20 odd times a week....) and all the blow job knowledge I'd gotten from the last issue of cosmo my mum bought me when i was 16 because she said it was a women's magazine (cover said 8 pages of blow job tips from a woman who gets paid for it).
It all seemed to go well though, we got along had some fun and afterwards I told him he was only the 3rd guy id ever been with.
back in the girls room, im sitting on the edge of the lounge thinking about what just happened, i guess i looked a bit distant, the girls noticed and checked I was ok. I was fine, i just expected to feel different, dirty, bad, used something- but i didnt i felt just the same as before, albeit a lot less nervous. I was fine to fix up my makeup can carry on.
At the end of the shift, I was handed near on $800 (industry was very busy back then) I just stared at it, this was the amount of money I was making in a month. I decided very quickly i could get used to this. Work lots of shifts after my normal full time job and pay off debt and be out of it.
So my new life pattern started, Up at 7:30 am, ready in 15 min walk to work start at 8:30 work til 5:15 walk home, have shower get stuff together get in cab, use mobile to order food from ovingmenus to arrive not long after i got to the house, work from 7pm-2am get driven home by one of the bosses, sleep by 3am up at 7am do it again. I worked 6 days a week.
weekends were the problem - bunch of cashed up girls, on stimulants. Me, i was seen as the straighty one by this stage, gurana tablets and a bottle of V kept me powered, thru both jobs and studing organic chemistry in the girl room, whilst gossip, nintendo competitions, movies, magazines and many substances were enjoyed by the others. so after work off we'd go to bars til they closed end up at casino haveing 'breakfast' cocktails before falling asleep. i started to get used to having money round, paid off most of the debt, and was like just a bit longer - a $300 skirt now looking like less than 3 hours work rather than a week, gets you value of money all jacked up. i dont respect money anymore.
nights out with the girls got expensive - cab to north sydney and back to a party, dinner at expnsive restaurants cocktails at $16 a pop - adds up mighty quickly.
The other expense i didnt see was makeup and perfume - apply it 10 times in a night it goes fast, take away food, since i was never at home i bought, breakfast lunch and dinner, cab fares to work - soon it seemed i was spending alot more than id bargained for.
to be continued....
