I was 22. I thought I was god’s gift – I was pretty, and I knew it. I had a great body and I knew it. Men did all sorts of things just to get near me, and I knew it. I was lazy too – who wanted to work – I had never really bothered in school. One of those girls with an older guy for a boyfriend, with a car, money. But did he get everything he wanted? No way. The most important thing for him was being seen to have me. I kept them on a tight rein. Then, when I was old enough, I left them, and my little home town for the big city - time to get ahead. Well, the story is old. I got less than I’d hoped for, and generally it cost me more. I actually had to work, and the work was harder than I thought, and although my legs, my tits, my short skirts, tight belts and cheeky grin got me some easy gigs, generally the world of work was too serious for me, and I was looking for something else – something easier. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words.

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