But you couldn’t be more wrong about me, as at the weekend, I lose the sensible glasses and corporate uniform and transform into my ‘alter ego’, no longer Samantha, a 22 year old working the 9-5, as I become ‘North-Somerset-Blonde’, a high class but part-time escort with my blonde hair tousled and free and my blue eyes fully ‘made up’, I take great pride in wearing any of a selection of either classy or damn right naughty outfits and meeting men to help them live out their ultimate fantasies! How I got here is a bit of a mystery, even to me, but I guess I first got that naughty glint in my eye back when I was just 18, working as a Saturday girl in my local arcade and after falling for the charms of the Duty Manager, where I was offered £60 to have sex with him in his car. Don’t think that it just happened like that, he clearly seduced me, first offering me a lift home and then gradually offering me more money to do ‘just a little more’. Once that ‘cash for sex’ barrier was broken, it never seemed an issue for me, there was no longer any ‘stigma’ attached to it.
