Fiction
‘Good evening – London escort service, how may I help you?’
Gina had been saying that same phrase for almost a year now, and whilst she enjoyed working for a London escort service, she was ready for a change (and had been for a while, truth be told). She had been seriously thinking about going back to school to study something (really study something this time – not just mess around on campus and drink too much). She had passed all her courses in the end, but not impressively by any means, and there was virtually nothing one could do these days with a Bachelor of Arts degree. Sure, she was a little younger, straight out of high school, no year off, just plunged directly into university and only studied things she was interested in. And what was wrong with that? Nothing of course, although a slightly financially impractical decision she realised now. She had a lot of dept, and only a bunch of knowledge to show for it. It was time to find a career path, and study accordingly. But do I really need even more dept right now? she wondered to herself, staring in the mirror. Frustrations with life were close to boiling over, and all she could do was take it out on the tread mill at the gym after work.
A few days had passed and after checking the status of her student loan, she realised that it was only continuing to grow. Interest can be a harsh mistress. If she couldn’t get regular and decent sized payments going soon, it was going to reach a very unmanageable point. Gina stared at the escorts as they waltzed passed her, laughing, care-free, gliding around in their expensive clothes, heading off to exotic locations, cool celebrity ridden parties, heading off to five star hotels, free drinks all night, champagne flowing…
Getting guys had never been a problem for her; well, only so much a problem in the sense that there were too many hitting on her at bars and clubs. Gina went to the gym every day except for the weekend and had a great body for it. In the bathroom, Gina looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Look at me, I’m just as fit and hot as a lot of the girls that work here. What am I doing stuck on reception earning change next to these girls? I could do what they do. I smart, sexy, right? Yes. Yes I am sexy.
Gina finally decided to take the bull by the horns and switch jobs. She didn’t leave the London escort service though; it was more like a very good promotion, with an exceptional raise as well! In a year, Gina had become the most popular escort at the glamorous London Escort service. In no time she had paid off her dept, was studying part time but wasn’t going to the gym anymore. She had bought all the equipment she needed, and now worked out in her new apartment.