My only fear was that she might one day find out that my profession.

The one thing about Bette was that she was very conservative in her thinking. She believed that intimacy should only be shared between two people who loved each other. She isn’t a prude or anything, and has definitely had her share of lovers, but she would never really understand why out of everything I could have chosen to do with my life, I decided to do this.

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I suppose your question to me would be how I even came to do this.

My future always looked bright, in my opinion anyway. I studied English and Psychology, and graduated one of the top of my class. After graduation, Bette scored an internship at the L.A. Daily, the newspaper she still works at today. I found myself freelancing for a few magazines, scraping by with a rather mediocre salary.

I also decided to try my hand at interior design and worked in that industry for a short time. But nothing really appealed to me.

One night, when I was at a client’s party, I met a guy who I ended up going home with. We had a night of great sex, and I left on a happy sort of high.

Before I left, he handed me an envelope which, before I opened it, I thought contained his number.

When I hopped into a cab, I opened the envelope and there was no number in sight, only ten one hundred dollar bills. That was the first time I was paid for sex, however unintentional. I then thought to myself, if this was the standard rate for spending the night with someone, it might be really worth my while.

I headed home and did some research online, spoke to some people on forums and that is how I found Madame.

I guess, as they would say, the rest is history.

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I do take house calls every so often, which explains why neither Bette nor my parents have ever seen my apartment or my closet. Half of my clothes aren’t even really clothes to begin with, they’re more like costumes. Some clients really like to mix it up.

I guess many would say that my life is very lonely and I would agree.

It’s very tiring keeping such a large part of your life away from your closest family and friends. It’s like a kind of alienation.

Then again, who can say that they look forward to going to work every day.

I can.