I’m an escort at a high-class establishment. I love to fuck guys looking for hot hookers for hire. Whenever I get a white-collar guy I know, he’s going to bring the good stuff. I love coke and love to fuck, so of course, I am down to have those party favors. My pussy gets very wet whenever I am high in angel dust. It’s a job, but it feels so sinister to get paid to get laid and have a good time. Of course, it’s frown upon, but that doesn’t bother me when I am cashing that check and driving my Benz and getting the top of the line outfits and make-up and skincare sets.
I already closed on my second house and have the life most girls will only dream of. I wouldn’t give up my life for anything. Any guy that dates me has to be assimilated into my lifestyle. I’m sure as hell not going to stop the fun.