I started working a few months ago, and my god it is hilarious when I need to make up a story or two so my beige boring friends don’t know what I do.

I’m actually a qualified nurse, but the hours, and my desire to take a holiday from time to time was killing my motivation to get to work on time… It might be something I go back to, but for now, I’m thirty years old, have a pretty good body, and I really want to live my life to the fullest… this job has made that happen for me.

I meet men from all walks in life, high rollers in top hotels, to average Joe with three kids going through a divorce. I haven’t met one that I didn’t find something that I liked about them. For the most part, I think I’m finding that clients are more gentlemanly than the typical guy to pick me up from a bar.

I feel like a million bucks when I dress up in my sexy lingerie and sexy dress with heels, I do my hair differently, and wear my make-up smoky and sultry… I don’t consider myself the “good girl-next-door” my mum raised me to be when I sign on for “work” – I’m a sexy leading female in a hot film role; I even have a different name for this reason too…

I am sexy, bubbly and desirable when I’m in my bookings, I ooze confidence that my “normal old self” never could have had. I’m an actress… I tell my friends I work at a 24 hour call centre, and I tell my clients that my name is something you’d never find on any “real documentation” – For the most part, I love my job because I get to be whatever I want to be, and I get to fulfil desires and sexual acts my real self would be too shy to ask for.

I am an actress… though perhaps more a porn actress than one that’ll win an Oscar award.