Chapter 1: Working Girl

Something I guess different about is that when I was growing up, unlike most of my friends I never had a “regular” job working in the mall or anything like that. Instead, I was the neighborhood babysitter, even through college. The pay was great and I enjoyed it for the most part. Sometimes I helped at my dad’s office but I don’t think that really counted as “work”.

In college, I was lucky to have parents who could pay my private tuition and expenses so I was never forced to work. I DID do a brief stint of escorting and bachelor parties, but they were more due to address my sexual frustrations created by attending a school where sex was forbidden than to earn money. Those “jobs” didn’t last long anyway as I quickly learned the dangers of such “careers”. I was fortunate to get more of a scare than actually harmed, but I still learned a lesson.

After school I planned to be a teacher but when the job market was too tight, I tried an office job but quickly learned that wasn’t for me and ended up escorting again. THIS time, however, I went to work for a professional agency which did NOT allow have sex with clients. I just flirted and let them grope them a bit but nothing more than that.

Finally I secured a teaching position which was thrilling after preparing for it for so many years. Unfortunately, I was forced to resign for reasons which I will not explain here. All I can say is that I won’t be teaching for a few years unless a certain principal has a heart attack before then!

Losing my teaching job sort of threw me off balance, to say the least. All my previous “jobs” were simply something to get me by until I got my teaching credentials and started my teaching career. Thus I really had no “backup plan” if something should happen where I couldn’t teach.

So here I was... 23, unemployed, and no marketable skills (at least as they are traditionally defined). I had to do SOMETHING so I turned to the one “skill” that I have - turning on men. This time was different though. I wasn’t looking for something to just get by, I needed a more long-term solution. My cousin offered to get me in with her agency but I am not THAT desperate to where I would whore myself out. I’ve always said I’m proud to be a slut but I am NOT a whore.

After a lot of thought and debate, rather than returning to escorting where I had to deal with a single client in a one-on-one basis, I decided to pursue the things I’ve enjoyed the most - parties. From the start I knew I wasn’t about to get involved in the type of parties my whore of a cousin Kristen does. Those type of situations can be fun as a one-time ‘experience”, but it wasn’t anything I wanted to do on a steady basis. You might say I was willing to be in “R” or “TV-MA” rated situations but not “XXX”.

With my goals established, I started by looking around for people doing adult- style parties and asking if they needed someone to help. For example, there are a number of quite legitimate sex-toy distributors that do home parties, sort of adult Tupperware parties where your typical “soccer moms” have the opportunity to feel a little naughty in a safe environment.

What I learned was that there is quite a demand for “models” at these parties. In addition, people who organize “adult” parties, such as risqué birthday parties, off-site office parties, bachelor parties, etc., are also always looking for girls. The problem they face is most girls who are willing to do such parties are worn-out prostitutes - and look the part. What they need are reliable girls with that “girl-next-door” look who won’t intimidate their clients while being comfortable in a more personal environment than your typical strip club.

Over a year ago I met “Wanda” (I know, I don’t believe it’s her real name either) at a party. What I remembered the most about her was that she sold lingerie and toys - and was quite pushy about it. She had been trying to get me to try some of the oddest shaped dildos one night. Some were really weird and in the end I just had to tell her I wasn’t interested! After all, at a party where the real thing is readily available, why bother with something fake?

Now things were different so when it came time to start making contacts, I called my cousin, got her number and gave Wanda a call. My timing was perfect as Wanda’s regular girl had just quit and she had some parties coming up for which she needed someone badly. The first thing Wanda did was refer me to a website for the company she represented - Passion Parties. Reading it over, I was pleased to find it was a “legitimate” company that catered strictly to women over eighteen years old - no men. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself when they mentioned that they had tried doing “couples” parties but decided to stick with their “women-only” policy. I could only imagine what had happened at such parties with guys there as well.