It’s 6:40 in the morning. This so called interview is supposed to be held at midday. Oh, well, I can’t be sure; maybe it will be a proper interview.
I have gotten myself into some financial problems lately. And yes, I was planning to do couple of nude or semi-nude shoots, have money to pay for the apartment and go back to proper job. Still, here in Sydney, on student visa “proper job” means nothing else than retail or hospitality. I dread a perspective of going back to being a waitress.
I did try to find people looking for lingerie waitresses though. Somehow it didn’t seem as unacceptable as few months ago. I thought that maybe showing off my body that I can be proud of for 50 dollars per hour is not such a bad perspective in comparison to carrying plates in more or less dodgy restaurant for 15 dollars. There was none of those ads though.
I came across this “hostesses wanted” ad. I knew there was something shady about it. There was barely any information at all. One of the most important requirements was being attractive. Hell, I could cope with that.
I sent an email. I even attached my resume but I don’t think anyone looked at it. I got a response when I was putting my clothes on in A’s. Email that I have gotten read “your role will be to mingle, socialize and offer relaxing, sensual massage”. I have a vague idea of what “relaxing, sensual massage” can be but I must say I wasn’t really put off. Does it make me a whore? Possibly. Do I care? Not in the slightest.
It took me 24 hours to think it through. I left A’s; met one of my girlfriends; gossiped the day away. It was somewhere, at the back of my mind. Should I do it? Should I start making some serious money (in regards to this email serious money it was) using my body that was admired so many times? That was loved so much? That was also used so many times?
I thought of A. Of the conversation we had in his place right before and right after we went to bed. Yes, he shows me off to the world; after all I’m attractive, fairly smart and have this sexy accent. And I’m 6 years his junior what doesn’t hurt either. He might even like me. He might even enjoy talking to me. But he does not want a relationship. And I don’t know he ever will.
I don’t have tell him what I do, do I? I don’t think he’ll ever set foot in this establishment in the middle of nowhere. As long as we keep it as it is now, I’m safe. I could have him as a little enjoyment in my life and just see how it goes.
I’ve started seeing more and more positive aspects of this work. I will be able to go back to school what was impossible with my previous job. Okay, I won’t be proud anymore, telling people what I do but at least I won’t face a risk of being deported because I don’t attend my classes, what is a base of my visa.
Regarding to this email I am looking at earning at least four hundred dollars a shift. Three days would pay my school tuition.
I also let my imagination running wild and saw myself wearing things I always wanted. Going for holidays to places I always wanted to see. Taking A. for dinners and paying for them what he likes oh so very much.
Maybe I go too far. Maybe it’s not going to happen. Maybe they won’t hire me in the first place.
I also wondered what I am going to do if there’s actual sex involved. Will I be still willing to do it? I don’t think so.
I’m wondering, pondering, over-thinking things. I make plans that might have nothing to do with reality. I am wondering how I should dress. I’ve decided on wearing a wig. It looks fairly natural. And will limit chances of being recognised. I think I will dress in a smart casual manner. I can always pop in in some sexy outfit later on if needed.
What was most important in this email was the information that start can be immediate. And I do need eight hundred dollars by the end of the week.
It makes me think what the hell I have gotten myself into. But it’s too late now. I’ve made commitments that have to be fulfilled. I always thought I am a person that can find a solution for everything. I was proud of it. Now it’s time to prove myself right.
I have gotten myself into some financial problems lately. And yes, I was planning to do couple of nude or semi-nude shoots, have money to pay for the apartment and go back to proper job. Still, here in Sydney, on student visa “proper job” means nothing else than retail or hospitality. I dread a perspective of going back to being a waitress.
I did try to find people looking for lingerie waitresses though. Somehow it didn’t seem as unacceptable as few months ago. I thought that maybe showing off my body that I can be proud of for 50 dollars per hour is not such a bad perspective in comparison to carrying plates in more or less dodgy restaurant for 15 dollars. There was none of those ads though.
I came across this “hostesses wanted” ad. I knew there was something shady about it. There was barely any information at all. One of the most important requirements was being attractive. Hell, I could cope with that.
I sent an email. I even attached my resume but I don’t think anyone looked at it. I got a response when I was putting my clothes on in A’s. Email that I have gotten read “your role will be to mingle, socialize and offer relaxing, sensual massage”. I have a vague idea of what “relaxing, sensual massage” can be but I must say I wasn’t really put off. Does it make me a whore? Possibly. Do I care? Not in the slightest.
It took me 24 hours to think it through. I left A’s; met one of my girlfriends; gossiped the day away. It was somewhere, at the back of my mind. Should I do it? Should I start making some serious money (in regards to this email serious money it was) using my body that was admired so many times? That was loved so much? That was also used so many times?
I thought of A. Of the conversation we had in his place right before and right after we went to bed. Yes, he shows me off to the world; after all I’m attractive, fairly smart and have this sexy accent. And I’m 6 years his junior what doesn’t hurt either. He might even like me. He might even enjoy talking to me. But he does not want a relationship. And I don’t know he ever will.
I don’t have tell him what I do, do I? I don’t think he’ll ever set foot in this establishment in the middle of nowhere. As long as we keep it as it is now, I’m safe. I could have him as a little enjoyment in my life and just see how it goes.
I’ve started seeing more and more positive aspects of this work. I will be able to go back to school what was impossible with my previous job. Okay, I won’t be proud anymore, telling people what I do but at least I won’t face a risk of being deported because I don’t attend my classes, what is a base of my visa.
Regarding to this email I am looking at earning at least four hundred dollars a shift. Three days would pay my school tuition.
I also let my imagination running wild and saw myself wearing things I always wanted. Going for holidays to places I always wanted to see. Taking A. for dinners and paying for them what he likes oh so very much.
Maybe I go too far. Maybe it’s not going to happen. Maybe they won’t hire me in the first place.
I also wondered what I am going to do if there’s actual sex involved. Will I be still willing to do it? I don’t think so.
I’m wondering, pondering, over-thinking things. I make plans that might have nothing to do with reality. I am wondering how I should dress. I’ve decided on wearing a wig. It looks fairly natural. And will limit chances of being recognised. I think I will dress in a smart casual manner. I can always pop in in some sexy outfit later on if needed.
What was most important in this email was the information that start can be immediate. And I do need eight hundred dollars by the end of the week.
It makes me think what the hell I have gotten myself into. But it’s too late now. I’ve made commitments that have to be fulfilled. I always thought I am a person that can find a solution for everything. I was proud of it. Now it’s time to prove myself right.
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