Born lucky?

It may not have been the best start but it has made me who I am today. I have overcome and am no longer any kind of victim.

I was born in the UK to what seemed like a perfect happily married couple. My mother held a fantastic job working for a European Embassy and my father was in the early stages of forming a Petroleum Export Company. My mother was the belle of the family with her tall slim figure and sharp wit whilst my father was academically brilliant. It looked like it would be a perfect family from the offset. What a wonderful start in life I had- they were comfortable and stable.

Unknown to many my mother was struggling with a drug addiction. The type that wasn’t blindly obvious but lethal all the same.  My father it seemed had a roving eye. Beauty was a big thing for him and as my mother got older his interest in her lessened.

Fast-forward a few years. I am 6 years old. My father has left as he has had enough of my mother’s lustrous relationship with Cocaine. I find myself living in a tiny studio flat watching my mother spiral down a sad path. Drugs got harder and I began seeing things that no child should. The reality of the flat getting raided and knowing at 6 years old to hide the drugs is a harsh one.

I was taken into care that day. Whilst many people may wonder how I can remember something that happened almost 25 years ago I will tell you I can remember it perfectly. It was the worst day of my life, and I only have to close my eyes to relive it in glorious technicolour.

I ended up living in a house not too far from my own under the guardianship of a spiteful woman who’s own kids would always treat me like shit. I cried till I could cry no more and felt like my life had come crashing down.

Over the next few years I moved homes and schools more often than one would even begin to imagine. I ended up living with an old African couple in the outskirts of my city.  The wife was neither here or there with me mainly choosing to ignore me but sadly the husband decided that at 10 years old I deserved some special attention. The type of attention that makes a man any thing but a man. I never said anything. To speak was to be called a liar and to be a liar was to be treated even worse. Luckily I was moved and it was then I decided to never let anyone ever take advantage of me again.

By the time I was 13 I was living in a Children’s Home. I loved it there! I learnt to roll spliffs, pick locks and cook a mean curry! I loved the way the staff didn’t try to fool you into thinking you were family but at the same time we were. A big mixed up dysfunctional family. One who a year later ended up in court under charges of assault and criminal damage. The home got shut down then. Whether we were guilty or not is a whole new story.

At this point I had been branded a troubled teen. High every evening, out all night one to watch. Nobody wanted me around. Except for one woman. A 60something lady from Trinidad who I shall call Cynthia. She was a no nose sense kind of woman who put me on the straight and narrow.

I have always been an intelligent girl. I loved school and craved knowledge. She saw that in me and within a few months I had a full scholarship to one of the best private schools in the UK. At this point it dawned on me that I could be and do whatever I wanted.

Looking for a job on gumtree one evening I stumbled on an advert for hostesses needed. £50ph to drink champers and chat to old suits. Yes please! I went in and soon realized there was more to it. I left for the evening went home to Cynthia’s house and pondered it over.

Could I have sex for money? At 15 it was of course illegal but I wasn’t backwards in coming forwards and had done the deed a hell of a lot with boys from school anyway. For free! So I went back the next day. In my £10 dress with heels I borrowed from a mate I went in and made the decision I wanted to try it. That evening I got booked by a lovely old chap called Charles. He sat down with me and we drank Champagne for an hour. Then the proposition came. He would pay me £300 for an hour of me spanking him with a belt!! Pound signs in my eyes and we left.

There is a whole ocean of further experiences from here. This was a long time ago. I was very young but far more adult for my years. Since then I have never looked back though. I realized that I could make money as I wanted and on my terms. Some may say it is wrong for me to be an escort and that my troubled start in life is the cause of me turning to this line of work. I don’t think it is wrong. I believe what I have been through in life has made me stronger than your average Jane. It has made this job something I am strong enough to do. However I will insist that I do this job because I want to. If it wasn’t for me I would have quit a long long time ago. I am not forced nor have I ever been. I am not reliant on drugs and in need of the money. I have simply worked out that I am good at this and enjoy it. Not everyday is perfect but whos is?

I feel it is my human right to do this job. It has made me who I am today. Paid for my mothers rehabilitation, helped me pay my way through a degree and allowed me to put my foot on the property ladder. Being an escort has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. Luckily bad experiences have been to a minimum but I feel in order to make them even less their needs to be a big shuffle in the laws.

This is my story. Think of it what you will.

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