The most important thing on my list is a good wax; all unwanted and unsightly hairs must go. Clients don’t have time to weed-whack through the foliage for what they want. Everything should be kept as simple as humanly possible.

Wax. Shower. Dry. Teeth. Nails. Hair. Moisturize.

I should also mention that I am a quite a clean-freak and all my clients are required to take a shower before we get down to business. The last thing I want is to contract some very inconvenient yeast or urinary track infection, now, that would severely jeopardize my work.

I change and at about a quarter to seven, I take out a bottle of champagne with two glasses and set them up on the coffee table in my living room.

The most opulent area of my house is, without a doubt, my bedroom. I had a gorgeous four-poster bed with a plush mattress, cushions and a thick quilt that you could just sink into. The faux fur carpet was a bitch to maintain, but such a luxury to feel under your feet. 

I suddenly hear the buzzer sound, and I know it’s time. He’s early.

I press the button of my intercom, “Hi,” I say.

“Chloe?” I hear his voice crackle though the intercom, “I believe I have an appointment with you.”

“Yes, I’ll buzz you up.”

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A tall lanky figure paces uncomfortably around my living room and I can already tell that this is his first time. He’s never been with someone like me before.

“Can I get you a drink? Would you like some champagne?” I offer, gesturing to the bottle I had put out earlier.

“Sure,” he replied, his voice shaking slightly.

“Might I be able to settle the…”

“Oh, of course, of course,” he says, handing me a long brown envelope before reaching for the bottle to uncork it.

“I’ll just be a minute,” I tell him, before walking into the bathroom.

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Some rules that Madame always taught us was, one, always make sure that you have received the right amount, and two, always drop her a text or a missed call to let her know the client has arrived. It’s a safety precaution, just in case we meet any weirdoes.