Although I was an escort, that didn’t mean I slept with any old bugger who came up my alley. Nor did I wait in alleys for that matter. We had certain standards which we all had to adhere to; the girls, and our clients. Once you were blacklisted in Madame’s book, you were blacklisted for life.

There were always certain procedures and protocols that Madame ensured everyone kept to in order to keep her business running smoothly, without any hiccups.

It was simple, really. Clients could go online to visit our website. There, they would be able to pick out any girl they fancied. After they made their selection, new clients were required to fill up a form with details that ranged from questions about their height, weight, health and occupations to their sexual fetishes. Then, they would need to send a photograph of themselves. Madame would then sift through the requests and pair up the requests.

Satisfaction guaranteed.

I’ve been working in the business for about two years now and had fast become one of the most popular girls in the agency. The money was good, and the sex was always interesting.

I had always had a knack for reading people, a skill which, more often than not, helped in my profession. When you meet a new client, one way to guarantee satisfaction, was to judge by first impressions, and source out what would most quickly turn someone on. Once you’ve got that in the bag, you’re half way to success.

I wouldn’t say that I have liked every single person I have slept with, there have been those who I couldn’t be less attracted to, but the other skill I had mastered was the art of the perfect fake. Moaning alone would certainly not pull it off. It required a lot of muscle contractions, trembling fingertips and artful body movements. The only way to pull off a perfect fake, was to know your own body to intimately that when you have an orgasm, you know exactly which parts of your body react in what ways.

No one has ever called my bluff.

Between you and me, the only time I have ever experienced a real orgasm was when I was exploring my own body. No one has ever made me explode with such pleasure; perhaps one reason why is that I have never really let anyone come that close to me.