escort diary® of Devina Jade: Chapter Two - Be Careful What You Wish For
If my life had a warning label back then, it would’ve read:
Young. Curious. Highly flammable.
I was 22, bright-eyed and dangerous — a cocktail of ambition, lust, and barely-contained appetite.
I wasn’t looking for love, but I was hunting something: experience, pleasure, power… stories.
And Sydney? Sydney delivered.
I still remember stepping off that plane, heels clicking, adrenaline humming through my veins.
Inner-city Sydney wrapped itself around me like a velvet rope — tight, exclusive, and promising everything I thought I wanted.
Nights melted into mornings in underground clubs and penthouse apartments filled with bodies, secrets, and far too many bad decisions dressed in designer.
There were shifts that started at dusk and ended with me watching the sun rise from the backseat of a black car, lipstick smudged, heart racing, pupils wide.
It was a world fuelled by lust, power.
Let’s not pretend otherwise.
I was young, eager, and curious enough to say yes more often than no. High heels, higher nights.
Men with money, mouths with promises, and hands that didn’t ask. I was always consenting — but not always in control.
I danced on the edge of danger like it was a game, thinking I was untouchable. After all, I was her now — Fresh faced industry baby call girl, the mysterious, magnetic, in-demand one. The rush was like nothing I had ever experienced before, the rush, the thrill, the confidence. The perfect cocktail.
There’s a lesson hidden in every orgasm, every high, every stranger’s hotel suite.
Mine came quietly, almost romantically: a sobering moment in the middle of a wild night where I looked at myself in the mirror and didn’t quite recognise who was staring back. Not a bad thing, but an awakening, if you will.
The girl who used to comfort the broken had become a woman who could shatter others, the power, the control, the fantasies, they were all real.
It was seductive, that world. And I don’t regret it.
Not one goddamn moment. But I learned quickly:
In this industry, you can lose yourself just as easily as you find yourself. And sometimes? You do both at once.
That was step one. A taste of power, a taste of freedom, and the first time I realised this path would never be soft — but it would always be mine and I damn well made sure to make sure it was all mine.
When would this roller coaster come to an end?
