The Birth of Alice
There are many misconceptions about whores. The media has created two polarised opinions which they believe characterise a whore: either the dirty, ugly, desperate prostitutes that everyone saw singing in Les Mis or the glamorous, sexy and narcissistic Belle from that programme with Billie Piper.
My blog is going to depict the real life of an Escort, premature ejaculations ‘n all. Why? Maybe some intelligent articulation helps to keep me on the ground. It reminds me that this is a temporary job for a larger career goal. I guess I’ve learned that when you’re on a downward spiral, fall in style.
I am currently a student needing extra cash. Let’s just say as flawless as the gov.uk website is, Student Finance England is hardly England’s ‘USP’. After applying for numerous dull jobs such as waitressing and a KFC minion a friend suggested an Escorting Agency. I never really understood what was so taboo about exchanging money for sex, I have one night stands with strangers all the time yet sex in a regulated environment with a securely checked client is wrong purely because he pays me?
When applying I needed a slutty yet cute nickname. I considered ‘Bambi’ because of the eyes. I do love to give oral. However, I decided to go with Alice. It suited my personality traits. Above ground I’m a legit member of the Von Trapp family but underground, anything can go into my hole. The name Alice has reminded me that this is just a job and it is my job to fulfil the perverted fantasies men don’t wish to disclose to their significant other. What happens in Wonderland stays in Wonderland. There is no normal, aka ‘missionary’ in my rabbit hole. You can only imagine the tea parties….