Now I have to drag my Tommy into a hotel room and see whatever other appetites we need to work on.My previous life as a ‘sex worker’ (sounds so mu...ch more pleasant than ‘whore’, doesn’t it?) wasn’t about me having fun. Even before, when I was a ‘sexually active’ teen, I didn’t find it particularly fun.Now it’s fun.I was a two-trick pony. Lay back and let the dude poke until he was finished, or bob my head in his lap until he was finished. Most of the clients were horny older guys and lasting. Talent SpottingPeter felt rather proud of himself as he walked around the building and through the corridors to the main theatre auditorium. As he strode through groups of musicians, stagehands, volunteers, and various hangers-on, he noticed them taking in his "TV CREW" badge and headset, and respectfully making way for him. This was a feeling he could get used to.Inside the auditorium was a scene of chaos as last-minute preparations were made by the theatrical crew. Backdrops were being raised. I wish I had known, I could have brought something like that too."John stepped over and put his arms around both of usand said, "Don't worry baby, Mark has an outfit just likethis for you too." Then he kissed me and then he kissedhis wife and then me again. Then John looked at his wife and said, "We're the newk**s in this group and I want you to follow Sherry's leadand make sure you make a good impression tonight."Kathy replied, "I promise I'll be a good girl Sir."John winked at his wife and. He didn’t know when he was coming back. Could Julie afford to let an opportunity to see him, be with him, get away? The tug-of-war went on in her most of the day. She knew what she wanted. Of that there was no doubt. The only question was whether or not she was prepared to expose herself to get what she wanted. In the end, Julie continued along the same path she had chosen to this point: her desires dictating against her better judgment. After all, if her wedding vows weren’t enough to deter.