I have always been very independent and it has helped me a lot in my life. Most of the girls that I went to school with, ended up working in offices in and around London, but I did not really want that. Instead, wanted to try a different lifestyle and not get stuck in what I could only call a dead end job. I did not have a lot of working experience, but I was a very sexy dancer. On the road to working for charlotte London escorts, I worked as an exotic dancer and a strip tease artist. It was great, but I really landed on my feet when I bumped into my boss from London escorts.
Working for a charlotte London escorts service, had not been my intended career in life. I sort of wanted to carry on dancing as I loved it so much. Unlike most other strippers in London, I had done really well out of stripping. It perhaps had something to do with the fact that I loved to dance. But, my new job with London escorts was working out for me, and I could always give the gents a little twirl when I felt in need.
The other advantage of working for London escorts, was that I had managed to get away from the bitchy world of stripping. For some reason, London strippers were really bitchy and the cat fights had always been very bad. London escorts seemed different, and the girls that I worked with got on very well with each other. I loved it and started to really enjoy my new career with an elite charlotte London escorts service.
Little did I know that my stripping career was going to come back to haunt me. Most strippers in London have kind of a following, and I was not any different. Some of the followers are real perverts, and what I did not know, was that I had picked up my own pervert stalker. It was not until I had I left our London escorts offices one day after having picked up my bonus, I realised that I was being followed. As I waked down the street with one of my new friends from charlotte London escorts, I became aware that we were being followed.
I looked around, and I recognized the guy. He had been coming to watch my strip show in Soho for ages, but I must admit that he had freaked me out a bit. Now, he made me feel even more uncomfortable. Over the next couple of weeks, he stepped up his game, and even tried to get me out on a London escorts date. It started to scare me, and my friends encouraged me to go to the police. One night, as I was leaving a bar with a girlfriend, he tried to get me into his car. Without a moment’s hesitation, my friend called out boss, and before I knew it, I was sitting in a police station with my boss, a couple of the girls from the agency, explaining everything that had happened to a nice smiling female police officer. Nothing like a bit of moral support in a moment of crisis.