Chapter 1: Why I Model

A girl has to pay the rent and buy food so when my teaching career was put on hold, I had to find some way to earn money. Since teaching is the only “real” job I’ve ever had, my resume was a bit thin when it came to seeking employment. I’ve never even worked as a waitress. During my high school years, while most of my friends were turning down babysitting jobs, I became the neighborhood sitter. Paid in cash, tax-free, work your own hours, watch TV and have fun half the time you’re at work ... what more can you ask for? Of course there is the annoyance of the kids, but I can deal with them and besides, they usually went to bed soon after the parents leave anyway. Unfortunately, when you move into your twenties, “babysitting” becomes” child care”, along with a host of rules and requirements I didn’t want to get involved with. Plus, I had finally grown out of it and besides, it wasn’t a full-time paycheck big enough to pay for my living expense.

The only other real “job experience” I have was from when I worked as an escort. Now that does NOT mean I was a hooker. OK, in college I did the escorting “with benefits” thing, but it was more because I was horny than I needed the money. In any case, It didn’t last long - to only took five clients before I learned the dangers of such a “job” first-hand and quit before anything more serious happened.

After college, I worked for an escorting agency but it was a “legitimate” service specializing in providing “hosts” for parties, corporate meetings, out-of-town executives needing a “date”, and so forth. The agency was extremely concerned about their image and reputation, especially with the local vice squad, so sex was strictly off-limits. In fact, it was one of the things that would get you fired without a second chance. I enjoyed it, got to meet some really nice people, and earned a decent living but it didn’t have any long- term career potential.

When a teaching position opened, even though the pay was only a fraction of my current salary, I jumped at the opportunity. I loved teaching elementary school and I thought my career was finally going in the right direction.

Then came last fall and my life turned topsy-turvy. In the space of a couple of months, I lost my mother, my fiance, and my job. They weren’t all related but it was like taking a series of body-blows all in one round. Without going into the details, I was uncertain if I would ever get a teaching job again so I looked for something to keep me eating and warm with gas in my tank, at least for the near future.

My old escorting agency was anxious for me to return, but another opportunity came up that was different and so I gave it a try. I joined up with a lady who hosted home lingerie and sex toy parties - sorta like Tupperware parties but more risquÇ. They are for women ONLY and I don’t do anything but wear naughty clothes and pretend to “demonstrate” the merchandise. It’s a “soccer mom” thing and they aren’t looking for a strip show or anything TOO naughty, just something to giggle about and maybe be slightly embarrassed by.