The day I hung up my stilettos
Hanging up my stilettos was a big decision for me. As a matter of fact, I did not really hang up my stilettos, I actually sold them on eBay. I know it sounds funny, but even a high class escort needs to put a few extra pennies into her retirement fund. Working for London escorts had done me proud, and when I left the elite London escorts agency I used to work for, I was the proud owner of two nice apartments. Some girls who retire from London escorts save their money for college, but as I retired at the age of 31, it was not really what I had in mind.
The gents that I had been dating at the London escorts service which I worked had given me lots of nice gifts and presents. It may sound a bit cold hearted, but I had kept a bit of an inventory. The day after I left the London escorts agency, I took all of my gifted designer hand bags into specialist shop and sold them. Most of the jewelry was sold off as well, and be the end of the first week after my retirement, I had netted more than £150,000. That was going to be my retirement fund, and I invested part of it in a high yield account.
To be honest, I was pretty grateful to a couple of the gents I used to date at London escorts. They had been investment advisers and taught me everything that I know about investment. What they taught me mattered a lot, and it was one of the main reason, I had hung onto my nice gifts. I knew that the jewellery by my gents at cheap escorts would only go up in price, so I looked at them as investments. It was kind of funny. I am pretty sure that my gents thought I was a dippy blonde.
There was no way that I was going to dig into what I called my London escorts pension scheme, so I got myself a job as receptionist at a gold club in London. It was not the best paid job in the world, but along with the income from my rented flat, it would keep me in stockings like I said to my former colleagues at London escorts. At the time, I did not really wanted to get involved, but I ended up meeting some nice gents at the golf course. Chatting them up was no problem at all. Before I knew it, I was being wined and dined in some of the best restaurants in London.
My new lifestyle was not that different from London escorts. I was not getting paid for my efforts, but the gents certainly liked to spoil me. To my surprise, I had unwittingly become a bit of a gold digger. The gents loved to treat me to nice clothes, bags and jewelery. I did not change and kept a running inventory of all my presents. After a couple months I realised I was not really doing badly and could make a living from this. Had my life changed that much? No, it seemed like gents still found me attractive, and with that in mind, I intended to make the most of it. I guess you could say that I became a bit of a gold digger after ending my escorts career. But then again, what is wrong with making the most out of your talents…