#8

Last night was very odd. The weather was miserable. I slept quite a bit and had no sex. Boo to that. Funny, after I killed it last week.

I was supposed to meet up with some girls from the day job, for a girly day (manis, pedis, cocktails and movies), but they piked, so I went home and slept instead.

Since I have nothing to report on last night, instead I choose to tell you about how I transform from confidently pudgy girl next door to slammin, curvy nympho, and back again.

It starts on the Friday. A killer gym session, followed by a quick facial hair management scheme. One week I delapidate the mo', the next I pluck my eyebrows to within an inch of their sexy, shapely lives. I know, sexy much? But it seems that both take 2 weeks to resprout, so I do them on alternate weeks and give them a tidy up where necessary. Also, on Friday's, I tend to give my nails a touch up. If needed, I'll head to the manicure place to get my cuticles tended to on a Saturday. And grab a latte on the way.

Saturday I sleep as late as I can. Usually surfacing about 1pm. Have a light breakfast, with latte, then chill out. I make sure my bag is pretty much packed with my outfit, fruit and soup, and that I have enough condoms. Then I head to the bathroom late arvo, where I instert contacts, take care of the bikini fuzz, apply a toning facial mask, and shave my legs and armpits. I hit the shower and use a body scrub, working it in throughly to give me soft, supple skin. Finally, just before I step out, I rub a little conditioner through my hair.

Then all over body moisturising. Massaging it in thoroughly. Usually by this time, I crack open a can of sugar feee V, cuz I don't like evil carbs and sugarfree red bull tastes like guarana'd ass.

Then crank up the music and being the dancing process, while selecting my underwear. My hair is pretty simple. It has natural wave, so I simply enhance the curl. Then dress in jeans and a t shirt, last check on facebook, and I'm out the door.

I do my make up when I get to work, either smoky eyes and 50's red lipstick, or soft peachy lips with green/blue eyes. I don my outfit, pull on my stay up fishnets, and zip on my killer, mega sexy, BDSM inspired platform heels. Yeah. If you want to lick shoes, those are the ones you should get hard over.

Then I fuck the night away.

When I'm done, I take off my make up, get back into my jeans and tee, and put my hair up in a pony tail. And head home. Immediately. I set my alarm when I get on the train, curl up around my bag (which has my bulging wallet in it), and sleep. I have breakfast when I get off the train. At the moment I'm into hot, egg based brekkies. I know, eggs = bad, but I've just done a killer work out and I've earned those poached eggs, mmmkay?

Then home, for the hottest shower I can stand. I don't care if I've had 10 showers that night, this is the one that counts. I scrub my face, especially around my eyes, use the scrub on my body again, and wash my hair. It usually takes about 20 minutes under the water. I come out looking like a prune. But red, not black. And I'm back to wearing glasses.

Then all clothes go into the laundry. Including the towel I use to dry myself. Complete separation from work. I take half a sleeping tablet, collect the cat, and crawl into bed. I relish the feel of my sheets against my skin, and then I drift off until about 1 or 2.

I get up and chill through the last few waking hours of Sunday. If its been a good night I'll go shoe/DVD shopping. And obviously bank my earnings. By this time I'm well and truly back to being glammed up, pudgy girl next door. With a secret smile on her face.

#7

I killed it last night at work. Absolutely smashed it. Previously, my best had been 3 bookings and $450 with extras. And I was quite happy with that. Last night I had a new outfit and was really in the mental zone. I think I had 7 bookings. I lost count. And $875, no extras. Only 2 bookings were minimum time. My 9 hour shift extened out to 11 1/2 hours. Yesterday, I was wondering how I was going to pay my car rego. Problem solved.

There were a few interesting moments. My first client just wanted some intimacy and relaxation. I gave him a back massage for an hour and we talked about work, books and movies. First date conversation.

Another client was drop dead fucking gorgeous. Young. Tattoos. Surfie. Blue eyes. Blonde Hair. Beautiful hard cock. He was a pe teacher and we had a good laugh at how he's the one the girls have a crush on. When I walked him out, I turned to the receptionist, rolled my eyes and fanned my face. A comment was made 'He seemed like a very sweet young man.' My reply 'Oh, yes. He Was.' Note the italics. It was all emphasis.

Highlight of the night: Two very cute young boys came in looking for a threesome. No holds barred. 'He's my best mate and we're cool with each other'. I wanted it. But I'm glad I didn't get it. Turns out one of the boys was bi and was getting a bit friendly with the straight one. He ran out halfway through the session.

I don't think they're best mates anymore.