I love my night job. I love everything about it. Its secret and dirty and fun. Nobody who sees me on the street would know what I'm like.
This morning, I was standing on the platform at the train station. Wearing jeans and a t shirt. Nobody would have known I wasn't wearing any knickers, or that I'd just spent an hour ass fucking a client with my favorite dildo.
Easiest $250 I've ever made.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
#2
I guess there are lots of things people will want to know about my chosen professions. For a start, I have an office job. A 9-5, Monday to Friday. Its interesting, had great chance for a brilliant career, and I do love it. It cover the rent and the credit cards, but I want more. I want a higher life, and I want to save a house deposit.` Thats Job #1.
Job #2 is the fun job, one night a week. Saturdays. Party nights. I get to meet guy after guy, flirt with them and hope I stand out enough from the other girls that they'll pick me, choose me, fuck me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm watching Greys Anatomy as I type this.
Now, its a little tougher than it sounds. I am not your typical prostitute. I am almost plus sized. I guess you'd call me a bit bigger than average. Lots of squishy bits. So I have to be different to the other girls. For a start, I wear a dress, while everyone else wears lingerie. I tried lingerie. That's a whole 'nother story right there. I figure that I'm not going to attract the kind of guy who wants a stereotypical working girl, so why should I dress like it? I provide the girlfriend experience. And a dress highlights that. On my first shift wearing a dress, I was quite popular, and I didn't even really like that dress! Tonight I have a better dress to wear, so we shall see how we go.
Aside from my clothing choice, I have to work harder. I have to be warm, and flirty, and accommodating. Which can be hard when its 5am on Saturday morning and all you want is a sleep or a latte. But I fake it. I smile, and bat my (very pretty) eyes. I tilt my head and my hips. I have to banter with them, which is probably the hardest thing to do.
Job #2 is the fun job, one night a week. Saturdays. Party nights. I get to meet guy after guy, flirt with them and hope I stand out enough from the other girls that they'll pick me, choose me, fuck me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm watching Greys Anatomy as I type this.
Now, its a little tougher than it sounds. I am not your typical prostitute. I am almost plus sized. I guess you'd call me a bit bigger than average. Lots of squishy bits. So I have to be different to the other girls. For a start, I wear a dress, while everyone else wears lingerie. I tried lingerie. That's a whole 'nother story right there. I figure that I'm not going to attract the kind of guy who wants a stereotypical working girl, so why should I dress like it? I provide the girlfriend experience. And a dress highlights that. On my first shift wearing a dress, I was quite popular, and I didn't even really like that dress! Tonight I have a better dress to wear, so we shall see how we go.
Aside from my clothing choice, I have to work harder. I have to be warm, and flirty, and accommodating. Which can be hard when its 5am on Saturday morning and all you want is a sleep or a latte. But I fake it. I smile, and bat my (very pretty) eyes. I tilt my head and my hips. I have to banter with them, which is probably the hardest thing to do.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
#1
Hi. Welcome to my shiny new blog. I'm Split Shifts, but my friends call me SS. Why am I Split Shifts? Well, I have 2 jobs. A nice, normal, slightly boring day job. But on weekends, I am a working girl. A hooker, a prostitute, a whore. I get paid to have sex. Aren't I lucky?
This is a blog about my adventures, juggling a normal job with the racy underworld, and a life of my very own.
It all starts here.
This is a blog about my adventures, juggling a normal job with the racy underworld, and a life of my very own.
It all starts here.
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