Assariyah
luxury that the regular nine to five job failed to satisfy. I mean what kind of fool do I look like to slave away for eight hours a day only to bring in less than two hundred and fifty pounds a week after the leeches in the form of the Government took their taxes? So I decided to join Precision Escorts. Precision only dealt with the most elite clientele and the rates offered were much higher than standard escorts agencies.
    It was never my intention to sleep with men in the beginning but after calling several agencies and receiving the same information, I soon found out the idea that I had in my mind of escorts accompanying men solely to dine out simply did not exist. I learned fairly quickly that dinner dates were fine as long as dessert came in the form of my pussy served on a platter.
    Isabella Von Tini, the owner of Precision, asked me to send a profile picture and a full body shot. If she liked what she saw, she would give me a call to arrange a face to face meeting.
    “We only hire the most stunning girls to join our family. Like all goods you invest in, you have to see it to know its value.” She spoke calmly and softly, placing emphasis on stunning, invest and value. She had turned me into a commodity in less than two minutes. I had doubts but had to push them aside.
    I emailed her a couple of shots from my phone. Money talks and bullshit walks so I had to comply. My iPhone rang thirty minutes later, Isabella Von Tini’s named flashed across my screen. I knew the bitch would call. My face was beautiful, my body was insane, she would have been a fool not to call.
    She wanted to see me as soon as possible and asked if I would be able to come down and visit their office later on that day. I hadn’t expected things to move so quickly but I guess, as Isabella rightfully put it, “Time is money and time waits for no one.”
    “First impressions last forever, so captivate them at the beginning and you’ll be successful,” she advised. “We look after our girls here. Our drivers pick you up and drop you back to ensure your safety.” She went on to say, “If you need somewhere to stay we have newly built apartments that some of the girls share and stay in. The money is good here so you don’t have to worry about keeping up with payments.”
    Wow, I had to give this woman her props not only was she making money from whoring us out but she wanted to play landlady as well.
    The jewels draped around her neck already spoke a thousand words. She was swimming in money off men swimming in girls like me. I did need somewhere to stay, I only had seven more days left at the Travel Lodge, but I was not about to give her control over my whole life. On top of that I hated sharing my personal space with strangers, I had too much expensive shit and I couldn’t trust any of those bitches. I didn’t feel a way to kick a basic bitch’s ass but that was drama I didn’t want or need so it was best to avoid it. My mama always said that prevention is better than cure. I declined Isabella’s offer and could hear the disappointment in her voice.
    “Well if you change your mind, let me know.”
    “Will do,” I replied, but my mind was already made up.
    Now all I had to do was wait for Isabella to come through with my first job.
    Over the next few days I was very particular about what I ate and exercised like crazy. It helped to pass time and took my mind off a few things. I still hadn’t heard from Isabella and my time at the hotel was running out. I was on the verge of dialling her number when my phone rang.
    “Hi Rose, it’s Isabella, I hope you are free tonight because I have a job for you.”
    I wanted to scream, ‘yes yes yes I’m free’ but composed myself before answering. “Let me check my diary real quick,” I said, trying to make myself seem busier than I actually was. “I’m free Isabella.”
    “Fabulous,” Isabella replied and proceeded to give me the brief for the job.
    I listened attentively and took down

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