I did not do very well at school so my options were limited. To be honest, the only thing I was really good at work working with people but my grades were not good enough. Fortunately I had been blessed with good looks so I decided to try my hand at modelling. After a couple of auditions, I got fed up with people being rude to me so I gave up on that dream. It was around that time I met a couple of girls who worked as an escort in London. They seemed to be doing alright for themselves so I joined London escorts services.
It was the perfect job for me. I got to ﬂirt with a lot of gents and working for London escorts services was fun. You always seemed to be out partying with lots of different people and that suited me as well. As I am not the brightest spark in the universe. Anyway, I carried on escorts for London escorts and the cash was building up nicely in my account. In my spare time I painted and hung a few works in my boudoir. It had always been a hobby of mine and besides looking good, it was something I could do naturally.
Some of my London escorts friends were seriously impressed and so was by boss at London escorts services. They all liked my art and started to encourage me to do something about it. In the end it was my boss who shook me into the here and now, and submitted some of my work to a gallery. Of course, he didn’t tell them that I worked for London escorts, he made me out to be a poor artist. That is when I learned that emotional intelligence is better than all of the smart in the world.
My work was now hanging in a London gallery but I was still working for escorting in London services. Oddly enough, my work was selling and I actually had to take some time of from escorting to paint some new stuff for the gallery. It wasn’t selling for small bucks neither, it was actually fetching quite a bit of money. My boss at London escorts services was now seriously impressed and offered to help. The ﬁrst thing he did was to sort my ﬁnances out. It turned out that I had enough money to pay for a deposit on a loft apartment, the mortgage I could cover by working part time with London escorts.
About a year later I gave up my job with escorts in London. I was now my own artist and the work was coming. Art became my passion and at 24 years old my mortgage was paid off. I was now debt free. More importantly I had the best manager in town. My old boss for escorts in London services was still promoting my work and helped me along in life. Today, ten years later he is still my sugar daddy and sings my praises. Me? Well, you are not going to believe this. but my art now hangs in galleries in New York and Dubai.