Marsha is dumped again. But from the ash comes a new career.

I am Marsha and this is my fib of my rebirth. You may judge me, you may be disgusted or you may remember I have taken the incorrect track. The fact is I am very felicitous and it is you who have a problem.

I was 22 and been dumped by yet another half-wit boyfriend. I was having a riding habit of getting it wrong. No matter what I did or how hard I tried it was never enough. They wanted more. This latest one complained because I did not agree to anal retentive sex. How can anyone think it is sexy to be fucked in the bum ? Well I certainly didn't think so. I spent a workweek sad and depressed. Crying myself to slumber each nighttime. By Sat dayspring I was as low as you can go. I crawled out of bed and looked in the mirror. What a terrorisation pile. Then I thought of my ex. Probably smiling and on the look out for his succeeding aim. I took a mystifying hint and thought"Damn it girl, get over it ”.

I jumped into the shower, washed my hair and shaved"down there ”. I stood in nominal head of the mirror, shock dried my haircloth and did my face. Eye liner, mascara, lip stick, the full treatment. following I delved into my chest of drawers. Got out a half bra and thong. Into the wardrobe and rescued a dress which showed off my assets. I was proud of my pert breasts and long pegleg. Now dressed I looked in the mirror again. I was feeling effective already. bury that nonstarter, draw a blank about all of them. I had to go out shopping. Yes, I was over decorate but I didn't guardianship. It doesn't matter what you are doing if you feel goodness about yourself.

In the local Shopping centre I bought Milk River and bread. Not very exciting but I breezed around feeling empowered. Some of the looks I was getting also excited me. Before heading home I decided to have a deep brown. I was sitting there watching the Earth go by when this guy walked up with a chocolate."Can I sit here"he asked"the plaza is a bit crowded ”. I looked around. There were six tables in the food court all vacant. I smiled"yes it is crowded isn't it"I said and we both laughed."What a pathetic pickup job"I thought but funny nevertheless.

We chatted away, mostly him, Barry, talking and asking questions. Where did I work, my hours, did I live in the orbit, pretty ordinary poppycock. Then he began to get personal. Did I have a boyfriend/partner ? Did I also dress up to go shopping to buy milk ? I realised that he knew what I bought. Was he stalking me ? I was getting a little uncomfortable. Then he told me about him. He was in public relations and acted on behalf of gamy end client. His job was to await after clients and he would raise personal to look after those clients. He then offered me a job."How lots do you earn a week ?"he asked. I told him roughly. He then offered to double over it. I guessed he saw I was shocked."Just what would looking after clients mean ?"I asked. He looked me in the eyes"making sure guest are well looked after ”.

The penny dropped. You want me to be a prostitute ?"I said, rather horrified."No"he replied"you would an escort. Dining with them, sight-seeing, that sort of thing. But if it lead to more that would be up to you my good"he said. I sat stunned. Here was I sitting in a public area being offered a job as an escort. I guess he could see I was shocked. He gave me his carte."I look at you and see soul who needs a change. someone who is looking for a estimable life style. Here is my circuit board. Think about it and address me and assure me what you think ”. I took the carte."What if I say no ?"I asked."Whatever the reply is ring me, ok ?"He smiled, said"talk to you soon I hope"and left. I picked up my shopping and headed domicile, my creative thinker whizzing.

I got home and put my shopping away. I went down to me bedroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I suppose I was excited that Barry found me attractive. I just wondered why he also thought I could be an accompaniment. No matter how he described it I knew that he expected me to have sex with these clients."Who were these clients"I wondered. He described them as high-end occupation men so at to the lowest degree I wouldn't expect to be engaged with guy rope like my ex-boyfriend. I went back to the kitchen and retrieved his business identity card from my bag. I started at it. Was his hope to double my wage enough to create me think hard about this ?

All weekend I chopped and changed about what to do. I thought about the sex part various metre, each fourth dimension ended with me getting naked and masturbating. I was getting turned on thinking about it. But it was something that happened on the following Tuesday that settled it. I got my cite notice statement. It was more than my weekly salary. I stared at the business carte du jour, then my acknowledgment card eyeshade, then my bank statement. I did that for maybe an time of day and then I rang Barry."I would like to acknowledge Thomas More about the job. Can I come and see you tomorrow ?"I asked."Certainly"he said"I am gladiolus you rang. Come at 4pm and afterwards we can go to dinner with a client ”. I was shaking. I wanted to ask question and he was arranging a dinner.

The following morning I rang study and said I was ill. I spent the rest of the metre thinking about what to wear upon. Fortunately one of my ex-boyfriends had bought a very expensive apparel and jacket and I showered, put my face on and dressed to impress. I got to Barry's office a little bit early. I sat in the reception area for about 15 moment before he appeared. During that fourth dimension I was getting looks from the secretary. I got the opinion she knew what I was there for. Barry called me into his office."My I like that kit"he said"it is perfect. I mentioned the job is an accompaniment for client. We will have get together and then the client is yours. What happens after you leave with him is none of my business as long as he is looked after. As I said, dinner, sight-seeing, whatever. It is in your hands. Any expenses will be picked up by me and your pay will be as I said, double what you get now ”.

On my way to his office I had actually already make up one's mind. My financial place and that damn mention card Federal Reserve note had basically made the decision for me."OK"I said"let's just see what tonight brings and take it from there ”. He smiled broadly."I promise you Marsha, you will not repent it. By the way, what is your middle name ?"“ Lisa"I said, somewhat surprised."I think you should use that name in furture. Marsha sounds a little mundane"“ OK"I replied"I guess that gives a fresh starting signal ”. We shook helping hand and headed downstairs to the coming together room and to take on the node. Just before we got there he said"at the meeting please refer to me as Mr. Anderson. It is only Barry when we are alone".