I worked for a London escorts for over ten years. Sure, I had a good time, but I did realise that I did not want to carry for another ten years. Not only that, eventually your looks start to go a little bit, and it gets harder to do all of those long shifts. Like so many other girls at escort agencies in London, I had what we called a cover job. It is sort of a “straight” job which gives you something to put on your CV. None of my regular dates knew as the customer service girl in Tesco Express on the Fulham Road.
When I did finally leave London escorts, I did have an opportunity to join Tesco on a full time basis, but it was not really for me. Instead I started to take a look at what other opportunities were available for me. It did not take me long to find something that I fancied, and that was a job on a cruiseline. I had planned to go travelling anyway, and it was not long before I had applied. To my surprise, the company seemed keen to meet me.
As I was doing extra hours at the supermarket at the time, I had to sort of squeeze the interview in. If I had still been with London escorts at the time, I would never gone for the job, but I was ready for a real change like I kept telling myself. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I sailed through the interview and it was not long before I handed in my notice at Tesco with a promise to come back.
When I told the other girls at London escorts, they told me that I would be able to pull all of the single men. To be honest, I was not looking to do that anyway, but what happened was not far from the truth. Within a couple of weeks on board, I really started to wonder if I would be able to shake my London escorts mantra. It was clear that the single men were interested in me, and it was not long before my boss realised I was an asset. Did I tell her about my career with the escort agency in London? No, I did not say a thing.
After about a month on board I was put in charge of looking after a couple of tables in the restaurant, and even arranging parties for passengers who requested personal parties. I would also turn up in the salon, and danced with single men on more than one occasion. My pockets started to burst with tips, and many special presents were also slipped into my hands. However, I never did respond to the request to come and visit me in my cabin. I was happy to use my charms but that was as far as it went. I guess that you could say that I managed to shake off part of my mantra anyway.